Echoes: The Best of Pink Floyd

Pink Floyd ARNOLD LAYNE Lyrics:Barrett Music:Barrett Vocal:Barrett Arnold Layne had a strange hobby – collecting clothes Moonshine, washing line They suit him fine On the wall hung a tall mirror Distorted view See thru' baby blue He dug it – oh Arnol

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky: A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers, But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun. shine on you crazy diamond. now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky. shine on you crazy diamond. You were caught on the cross fire of childhood and stardom, blown on the steel