The Dark side of the moon Money

こっちはどっちかってえと　予想どうりの歌詞
じゃないかなああ（勝手に自己訳）
読みながらくすくす笑ってました

Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you're O.K.
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
＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾こことか
当然アメフトじゃないよ　えげれすじゃ　フットボールといや　サッカー
Money, get back
I'm all right Jack, keep your hands off my stack.
Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the hi-fidelity first class travelling set
And I think I need a Lear jet
＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾＾ここね
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

The Dark side of the moon Time

高校時代にリアルタイムで聞いていた　ピンクフロイド
先日のＮＨＫのコンサート放映でまた火がついてしまいました
今日は歌詞を読みながら　何回も聞いてます
自分で思っていたのと全然違う単語が使われてたりして　ちょっとびっくり
しかしこの　Time　て曲　意味も全然分からずに聴いてましたが
今意味を知って見て　なんか若いときに聞いてた曲が、おっさんになった俺には
今のあっしの気分にぴったしだぞ　うーん
Pink floyd Time
Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying 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
And 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
^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^とくにこのパラグラフのへんね
Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to nought,
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, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away across the fields
The tolling of an iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells