#------------------------------------------------------------------------------## - S H E T O O K A L O N G C O L D L O O K - Words and Music By Roger (A)cid Barrett A D She took a long cold look at me D A and smiled and gazed all over my arm A D she loves to see me get down to ground D A she hasn't time just to be with me A D her face between all she means to be D A to be extreme, just to be extreme A D a broken pier on the wavy sea D A she wonders why for all she wants to see... G But I got up and I stomped around E E7 and hid the piece where the trees touch the ground... (Then, to imitate Syd trying to play while turning his lyric sheet, just strike the A and the low E about 467823823 times...) A D The end of truth that lay out the time D A spent lazing here on a painting green A D a mile or more in a foreign clime D A to see farther inside of me. A D And looking high up into the sky D A I breathe as the water streams over me... AEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAE OEAEAEoOEAE?. o D DOIUD A AEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAEAE Any comments/corrections/suggestions/other syd's/anything are VERY welcome...