Point Me at the Sky

This song is an excellent example of late 60's British psychedelia. It has no underlying meaning, simply an interesting tale of a couple who try to escape an overpopulated future.

Another directionless attempt at a single from a floundering post-Syd Floyd. It sounds to me like the use of the flying metaphor was an attempt to obliquely maintain the "voyaging" quality of some of Syd's lyrics (Astronomy Domine, Flaming), as Waters had previously done on "Let There Be More Light." Other than that, there's not a lot here—Waters obviously isn't writing from any kind of conviction and the attempts at whimsy fall flat. Too bad—"Point Me at the Sky" is a good name for a song; it deserved better treatment.

Your lyrics are right except for:

"I hope you're EXCEEDINGLY THIN."

Well... 2005... they survived...

Isn't it supposed to be "Eugene"?

I love this song, and I also like Let There Be More Light. Driving and spacy at the same time. It's classic britpsych- what's not to like?

Someone please tell me where I can get this song. It's one of the 8 I can't find anywhere.

It's decent. It's quite the social commentary:

"Isn't it strange how little we change?" -we make the same mistakes over and over again

"Isn't it sad we're insane?" -we're all lunatics

"Playing the games that we know end in tears," -we do things that we know end up with people getting hurt

"The games we've been playing for thousands and thousands and thousands..." -despite the fact that we know this, we keep doing it, and have for thousands of years (which is implied, as it would rhyme).

"If you are stout..." -because people are way too fat

It's not Waters' best effort, however.

i havent actually herd this version (these lyrics), the ones i know of is: "pink floyd - ultra rare trax vol.2 - top gear session"

Hey Gene, this is Henry Maclean and I finished my beautiful flying machine and I'm ringing to say that I'm leaving and maybe you'd like to fly with me and hide with me, baby

Isn't it strange how little we changed isn't it sad we're insane playing the games that we know end in tears the games we've been playing for thousands and thousands

Jumps into his cosmic flyer pulls his plastic collar higher light the fuse and standwell back he cried THIS IS MY LAST GOODBYE

(3x)point me at the sky and let it fly

And if you survive till two thousand and five i hope yourexceeding me dearly for if you are stout you will have to breathe out so the man next to you can breathe in, breath in

people pressing on my sides is something that i hate and so is sitting down to eat with all these little capsials on my plate

(x3)Point me at the sky and let it fly

these lyrics, i love :-)

I think this is a great harder rock song by Floyd. Probably has something to do with the early days of flying.