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| Best Pink Floyd song live? Some songs certainly took on a new life when they were performed live. What's your favorite? For me, no question, The Embryo. Amazing. |
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#2
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| Careful with that Axe, Eugene sucks in the studio. |
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| Agreed there, sometimes Roger can creep you out with those live whales that he does on Eugene. However, for me, "Echoes" live on the BBC archives is so awesome. It kills the studio version, the begining with the pings is so F'N cool live. |
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| fat old sun
__________________ it's so very lonely you're a hundred light years from home |
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#5
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| Echoes.
__________________ Shine On |
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| Yeah, Echoes live is longer and far better than the studio version
__________________ Interviewer: "So Frank, you have long hair. Does that make you a woman?" Frank Zappa: "You have a wooden leg. Does that make you a table?" |
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| Just to be different, I'm going to say "Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun." Always an enjoyable 10 minutes.
__________________ I do not have to seek you out, I read you day and night And drink and bathe and share my coat And droplets spray in rainbows from that distant age And we will never taste the final drop Nor turn the final page |
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#8
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| Money, from Roger's In The Flesh tour, or David doing it accoustically the same year.
__________________ Count me in on the journey, don't expect me to stay. |
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#9
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| ABITW2 from David Gilmour's About Face tour. So, sue me.
__________________ "I suppose I'll open a bottle of something if they find it." - Peter Higgs |
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#10
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| Never heard it.
__________________ Disneyland can wait |
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#11
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| Coming back to life |
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#12
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| and Comfortably Numb |
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#13
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| Quote:
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#14
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| Don't hate me for having good taste.
__________________ I do not have to seek you out, I read you day and night And drink and bathe and share my coat And droplets spray in rainbows from that distant age And we will never taste the final drop Nor turn the final page |
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#15
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| too late. |
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