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MD5 Record Set:    Disc 1    -    Disc 2    -    Disc 3 -    Disc 4 -    Disc 5 -    Disc 6
  • Band / Artist
  • Concert Date
  • RoIO Title
  • Venue
  • Pink Floyd
  • 1972-01-22
  • Live at the Winter Gardens
  • Winter Gardens
  • Town / City
  • State / Prov.
  • Country
  • File Format
  • Bournemouth
  • N/A
  • England
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  • Sound Quality
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  • Date Entered
  • Rec 1
  • Good
  • MuabDib
  • 22nd of October 2008
  • 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. [...]]