Columbia DB 8511 (without sleeve)

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CF 182

• Point Me At The Sky
• Careful With That Axe, Eugene

Hey Eugene
This is Henry McClean
And I've finished my beautiful flying machine
And I'm ringing to say
That I'm leaving and maybe
You'd like to fly with me
And hide with me, baby

Isn't it strange
How little we change
Isn't it sad we're insane
Laying the games that we know and in tears
The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and thousands and...

Pointing to cosmic glider
Pull this plastic glider higher
Light the fuse and stand right back

He cried
This is my last goodbye

Point me at the sky and let it fly
Point me at the sky and let it fly
Point me at the sky and let it fly

And if you survive till two thousand and five
I hope you're exceedingly thin
For if you are stout you will have to breathe out
While the people around you breathe in

People pressing on might say
It's something that I hate to say
I'm slipping down to eat the ground
A little refuge on my brain

Point me at the sky and let it fly
Point me at the sky and let it fly
Point me at the sky and let it fly

And all we've got to say to you is goodbye
It's time to go, better run and get your bags
It's goodbye
Nobody cry, it's goodbye
Crash, crash, crash, crash, goodbye...

Lyrics & Music : Waters / Gilmour
Produced by Norman Smith at EMI, Abbey Road Studios, November 4, 1968.

Early Singles, 1992 [Magdalene Music / BIEM / Essex / Mecolico NCB]

Note : UK Promo release issued with a picture insert of the band in aviation uniforms beside an airplane.