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[Introduction]
This is Radio 1
On medium wave
And this is John Peel with another concert, and this one-
No!
You blew it, you did it all wrong. Anyway, The Pink Floyd!
[Verse 1]
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evening birds are calling
Summer Sunday and a year
Last sunlight disappears
Distant bells, new-mown grass smells
So sweet
By the river, holding hands
Roll me up and lay me down
[Chorus]
And if you hear, don't make a sound
Pick your feet up off the ground
And if you hear as the warm night falls
A silver sound for a time so strange
Sing to me, sing to me
[Verse 2]
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evening birds are calling
Children's laughter in my ears
Last sunlight disappears
[Chorus]
And if you hear, don't make a sound
Pick your feet up off the ground
And if you hear as the warm night falls
A silver sound from a time so strange
Sing to me, sing to me
[Instrumental]
[Verse 3]
When that fat old sun in the sky is falling
Summer evening birds are calling
Summer Sunday and a year
The last sunlight disappears
[Chorus]
And if you hear, don't make a sound
Pick your feet up off the ground
And if you hear as the warm night falls
A silver sound from a time so strange
Sing to me, sing to me
Sing to me, sing to me
[Commentary and "One of These Days" Introduction]
And if you had listened to this program a year ago, you would have heard the Floyd do Dave Gilmour's "Fat Old Sun" then, but it's changed quite a bit, I think, during the past twelve months
This next one is described by Roger Waters as "a poignant appraisal of the contemporary social situation." Make what you will of that. During the course of it, too, Nick Mason's vocal debut comes round. And although you'll hear his voice, at no time—if you're here in the studio, of course—at no time will you see his lips move, which is something of a technical tour de force. And it's called "One of These Days, I'm Going to Cut You into Little Pieces," or for the benefit of the LP, "One of These Days."