Talking OLD Pink, here... from the Meddle LP, 1971.
The tune is fantastic, the recording magical and near perfect, and the sense of triumph it envokes at high volume is magnificent.
I find it especially appropriate, for those that get lost in the music like I do, to also post the lyrics. Not written for cycling, but certainly appropriate for it. Find it, listen. If you're lucky enough to have the LP, dust it off and give it a spin. On this cold Kansas night, I have visions... and I wait for spring to challenge me.
Lyrics... credited to Roger Waters and David Gilmour:
You say the hill's too steep to climb
Just climb it
You say you'd like to see me try
You pick the place and I'll choose the time
And I'll climb
The hill in my own way
Just wait a while for the right day
And as I rise above the tree lines and the clouds
I look down
Hear the sound of the things you said today
Fearlessly, the idiot faced the crowd
Merciless, the magistrate turns 'round
And who's the fool who wears the crown?
And go down in your own way
And every day is the right day
And as you rise above the fear-lines in his brow
You look down
Hear the sound of the faces in the crowd....