Pink Floyd
Wintergardens, Bournemouth
Hampshire, England
January 22nd, 1972

CD1:
01. Speak To Me (3:15)
02. Breathe (2:43)
03. Travel Sequence (7:45)
04. Time (6:09)
05. Home Again (1:01)
06. The Great Gig In The Sky (3:52)
07. Money (7:47)
08. Us And Them (6:51)
09. Any Colour You Like (1:25)
10. Brain Damage (5:12)

CD2:
01. Tuneups (4:18)
02. One Of These Days (7:41)
03. Tuneups (0:53)
04. Echoes (25:32)
05. Careful With That Axe, Eugene (10:49)
06. Tuneups (1:30)
07. A Saucerful Of Secrets (14:37)

Total length: 111 min 20 sec (Recorder 1)
Source: CASS[3]>DAT>SHN
Quality: VG-

Comments:
U.K. Tour
January 20th-February 20th, 1972

Ha! What can I say? Nothing. There are simply no words to describe this upgrade. From an F to a VG- (and sometimes pushing a VG!). Same recorder as Monkey Records' Winter Gardens. There are a select few recordings which I've put in the category of "Best Upgrade Of All Time". This one is up there. - PL

Breathe

Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave, but don't leave me
Look around, dig your own ground

Long you live and high you fly
Tears you'll give and tears you'll cry
Rolling on the biggest wave
Race towards an early grave

Run, run rabbit run
Dig that hole, forget the sun
When at last the work is done
Don't sit back, it's time to dig another one

Long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave

Travel Sequence > Time

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Around a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Lying supine in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
Racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone. The song is over
Thought I'd something more to say

Home Again

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
Good to place my bones before the fire
Far away across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell

Mortality Sequence

[PREACER(S): [...]]

Money

Money, get away
Get a job with more pay and you're okay
Money, it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four-star daydream
Think I'll buy me a football team
Money, get back
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet
Money, it's a crime
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today

But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise
That they're giving none away
Away, away, away, away, away, away...

Us and Them

Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me, and you
God only knows it's not what we would choose, to do

"Forward" he cried, from the rear
And the front rank died
The generals sat and the lines on the map
Moved from side to side

Black and blue
And who knows (hehehehe) which is which and who is who
Up and down
And in the end it's only round and round, and round

"Haven't you heard it's a battle of words"
The poster bearer cried
"Listen son," [...] with gun (hard to hear cause Dave and Roger doesn't sing the same)
"There's room for you inside"

Down and out
It won't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?

Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died

Any Colour You Like > Brain Damage

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path
The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in the hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paperboy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade. You make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me

And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon
(taped voices)

[ROGER: Thank you. We're gonna take a break now and then be back shortly.] ><

One Of These Days

[ROGER: Thank you.] ><

Echoes >< Careful With That Axe, Eugene

[ROGER: Thank you. >< Again thank you for coming, this is called 'A Saucerful Of Secrets'.]

A Saucerful Of Secrets

[ROGER: Thank you. [...]]