by Kevin Ayers & Syd Barrett on album Songs For Insane Times: Anthology 1969-1980

Singing a song in the morning, singing it again at night I don't even know what I'm singin' about but it makes me feel I feel alright, yeah yeah Makes me feel I feel alright.

by Kevin Ayers & Syd Barrett on album Joy Of A Toy

Singing a song in the morning, singing it again at night I don't even know what I'm singin' about but it makes me feel I feel alright, yeah yeah Makes me feel I feel alright.

by Syd Barrett on album An Introduction To Syd Barrett

Got the Bob Dylan blues And the Bob Dylan Shoes And my clothes and my hair's in a mess But you know I just couldn't care less Goin' to write me a song Bout' what's right and

by Syd Barrett on album An Introduction To Syd Barrett

Got a flip-top pack of cigarettes in her pocket Feeling good at the top Shopping in sharp shoes Walking in the sunshine town - feeling very cool But the butchers and the bakers in the supermarket stor

by Syd Barrett on album An Introduction To Syd 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 through baby blue Oh, Arnold Layne It's not the same,

by Syd Barrett on album An Introduction To Syd Barrett

Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh She often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams till tomorrow There is no other day Let's try it another way You'll lose your mind at play Free gam

by Syd Barrett on album An Introduction To Syd Barrett

She took a long cold look at me and smiled and gazed all over my arm she loves to see me get down to ground she hasn't time just to be with me her face between all she means to be to be extreme,

by Syd Barrett on album An Introduction To Syd Barrett

There was a king who ruled the land. His majesty was in command. With silver eyes the scarlet eagle Showers silver on the people. Oh Mother, tell me more. Why'd'ya have to leave me there Ha

by Television Personalities on album Yes Darling, But Is It Art

There's a little man in a little house With a little pet dog and a little pet mouse I know where he lives and I visit him We have sunday tea, sausages and beans I know where he lives Cause I know

by Syd Barrett on album Wouldn't You Miss Me? The Best of Syd Barrett

by Syd Barrett on album An Introduction to Syd Barrett

She took a long cold look at me and smiled and gazed all over my arm she loves to see me get down to ground she hasn't time just to be with me her face between all she means to be to be extreme, just

by Syd Barrett on album An Introduction to Syd Barrett

She took a long cold look at me and smiled and gazed all over my arm she loves to see me get down to ground she hasn't time just to be with me her face between all she means to be to be extreme, just

by Syd Barrett on album An Introduction to Syd Barrett

She took a long cold look at me and smiled and gazed all over my arm she loves to see me get down to ground she hasn't time just to be with me her face between all she means to be to be extreme, just

by Syd Barrett on album An Introduction to Syd Barrett

She took a long cold look at me and smiled and gazed all over my arm she loves to see me get down to ground she hasn't time just to be with me her face between all she means to be to be extreme, just

by Syd Barrett on album An Introduction to Syd Barrett

She took a long cold look at me and smiled and gazed all over my arm she loves to see me get down to ground she hasn't time just to be with me her face between all she means to be to be extreme, just

by Syd Barrett on album Wouldn't You Miss Me? The Best of Syd Barrett

Swan Lee got up at the Running Foot pow-wow, heading from the fire to his waiting canoe. Chattering Squaw untied the wigwam door, the chief blew smoke rings two by two! The land in silence stands...

by Syd Barrett on album Rhamadam: Syd Barrett & the Dawn of Pink Floyd

Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro' You have no word Trip, trip to a dream dragon Hide your wings in a ghost tower Sails cackling at every plate we break Cracked by scattered needles The little

by Syd Barrett on album Wouldn't You Miss Me? The Best of Syd Barrett

Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro' You have no word Trip, trip to a dream dragon Hide your wings in a ghost tower Sails cackling at every plate we break Cracked by scattered needles The little

by Syd Barrett on album Rhamadam: Syd Barrett & the Dawn of Pink Floyd

Trip to heave and ho, up down, to and fro' you have no word trip, trip to a dream dragon hide your wings in a ghost tower sails cackling at every plate we break was cracked by scattered needles the li

by Syd Barrett on album Wouldn't You Miss Me? The Best of Syd Barrett

On a distant shore, miles from land stands the ebony totem in ebony sand a dream in a mist of grey... on a far distant shore... The pebble that stood alone and driftwood lies half buried warm shallow