Syd Barrett:It Is Obvious

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“It Is Obvious”
Artist: Syd Barrett
Albums: Barrett (1970)
Syd Barrett (1974)
Composers: Syd Barrett
Lyricists: Syd Barrett

It is obvious
May I say, oh baby
That it is found on another plane?
Yes I can creep into cupboards
Sleep in the hall

Your stars my stars
A simple cock bar
Only an impulse
Pie in the sky

Mumble listen dolly
Drift over your mind holly
Creep into bed when your head's on the ground
She held the torch on the porch
She winked an eye

Reason it is written on the brambles
Stranded on the spikes
My blood red oh listen
Remember those times I could call
Through the clear day time
Be there

Braver and braver
A handkerchief waver
The louder your lips to a loud hailer
Growing together
They're growing to each other
No wondering stumbling fumbling rumbling
Minds shot together
Our minds shot together

So equally over a valley a hill
Wood on quarry stood
Each of us crying
A velvet curtain of grey
Mark the blanket where the sparrows play
And the trees by the waving corn stranded
My legs move the last empty inches to you
The softness, the warmth from the weather in suspense
Mote to a grog
The star a white chalk
Minds shot together
Our minds shot together


Take 2

Ahem
It is obvious!


Syd, are you ready?
Yup.
Off you go.


It is obvious
May I say, oh baby
That it is found on another plane
Yes I can creep into cupboards
Sleep in the hall
Your stars my stars
A simple cock bar
Only an impulse
Pie in the sky

Mumble listen dolly
Drift over your mind holly
Creep into bed when your head's on the ground
She held the torch on the porch
She winked an eye

The reason it is written on the brambles
Stranded on the spikes
My blood red oh listen
Remember those times I could call
Through the clear day time
And you'd be there

Braver and braver
A handkerchief waver

Growing together, the good of each other
Wondering stumbling
Fumbling rumbling
Minds shot together
Our minds shot together

So equally over
A valley a hill wood on
Quarry stood each of us crying
A velvet curtain of grey
Mark the blanket where sparrows play

And the trees by the waving corn stranded
And my legs move the last empty inches to you
The softness, the warmth from the weather in suspense
Mog to a grog
Scar of white chalk
Minds shot together
Our minds shot together