| Song | It Is Obvious |
| Artist | Syd Barrett |
| Album | Crazy Diamond (The Complete Recordings) |
| 作词 : Barrett | |
| It is obvious | |
| May i say, oh baby, that it is found on another plane? | |
| Yes i can creep into cupboards, sleep in the hall | |
| Your stars - my stars, a simple cock bar | |
| Only an impulse - pie in the sky | |
| Mumble listen dolly | |
| Drift over your mind - holly | |
| Creep into bed when your head's on the ground | |
| She held the torch on the porch, | |
| She winked an eye | |
| Reason it is written on the brambles | |
| Stranded on the spikes - my blood red, oh listen: | |
| Remember those times i could call | |
| Through the clear day | |
| Time - be there... | |
| Braver and braver, a handkercheif waver | |
| The louder you lips to a loud hailer | |
| Growing together, they ('re) growing each either | |
| No wondering, stumbling, fumbling | |
| Rumbling minds shot togther, | |
| Our minds shot together... | |
| So equally over a valley, a hill | |
| Wood on quarry stood, each of us crying | |
| A velvet curtain of grey | |
| Mark the blanket where the sparrows play | |
| And the trees by the waving corn stranded | |
| My legs move the last empty inches to you | |
| The softness, the warmth from the weather in suspense | |
| Mote to a grog - the star a white chalk | |
| Minds shot together, our minds shot together... |
| zuò cí : Barrett | |
| It is obvious | |
| May i say, oh baby, that it is found on another plane? | |
| Yes i can creep into cupboards, sleep in the hall | |
| Your stars my stars, a simple cock bar | |
| Only an impulse pie in the sky | |
| Mumble listen dolly | |
| Drift over your mind holly | |
| Creep into bed when your head' s on the ground | |
| She held the torch on the porch, | |
| She winked an eye | |
| Reason it is written on the brambles | |
| Stranded on the spikes my blood red, oh listen: | |
| Remember those times i could call | |
| Through the clear day | |
| Time be there... | |
| Braver and braver, a handkercheif waver | |
| The louder you lips to a loud hailer | |
| Growing together, they ' re growing each either | |
| No wondering, stumbling, fumbling | |
| Rumbling minds shot togther, | |
| Our minds shot together... | |
| So equally over a valley, a hill | |
| Wood on quarry stood, each of us crying | |
| A velvet curtain of grey | |
| Mark the blanket where the sparrows play | |
| And the trees by the waving corn stranded | |
| My legs move the last empty inches to you | |
| The softness, the warmth from the weather in suspense | |
| Mote to a grog the star a white chalk | |
| Minds shot together, our minds shot together... |