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RON GEESIN & ROGER WATERS Our Song (Waters-Geesin) (Instrumental) [various bodily sounds like burping, farting, slapping, scratching, etc....] Sea Shell an Stone (Waters) [Breathing] Sea shell and stone Surf rushes forward to feel the shingle with fingers of foam Search for the gold Over the landscape the mouth of a lifeline unfolds Smooth and round and brown See how the sunshine creeps over thistle and down Hillock and hump, hummock and clump and mound I feel a lump, see a bump, hear a bulboba sound Hollow and valley and shadow and dimple and hill Glisten and glimmer and shimmer and sparkle and still Sunlight is warming the land before your eyes And the sunrise is on your side And the sunshine is on your thighs Lady of stone, you are alone Lady of stone, you are alone Red Stuff Writhe (Geesin) (Instrumental) A Gentle Breeze Blew Through Life (Geesin) (Instrumental) Lick Your Partners (Geesin) (Instrumental) Bridge Passage for Three Plastic Teeth (Geesin) (Instrumental) Chain of Life (Waters) Cry, Baby, cry Grow, Baby, grow Stand on your own Holidays and happy days at home Seaside, bike ride, fun land, hot sand, childhood floating by Wonder why I feel so shy when you are passing by The years of love and wine Pass by the magic eye Good time, lifetime Good line, lifeline Pass by the magic eye Your child is growing fast His future is your past Good time, lifetime Good line, lifeline His future is your past Slow down, look around Memories come drifting down Good time, lifetime Good line, lifeline Memories come drifting down And I remember rather well Gather round my chair and I will tell Carriages were open to the breeze Muffin boys and trams and trees I recall when I was younger, world was not so small The Womb Bit (Waters-Geesin) (Instrumental) Embryo Thought (Geesin) (Instrumental) March Past of the Embryos (Geesin) (Instrumental) (Adam, Adam, Adam...) More Than Seven Dwarfs in Penis-Land (Geesin) (....Adam, Adam, ....) (harmonizing voices) Dance of the Red Corpuscles (Geesin) (Instrumental) Body Transport (Waters-Geesin) (Man breathing/snoring) [man wispering:] "Take his feet now, take his...shhh" "This is no time for..." (whistling) "Oh ho ho, god save us all" "Go through the door" Hand Dance-Full Evening Dress (Geesin) (Instrumental) Breathe (Waters) Breathe in the air Make for the meadow and savour the grass while it lasts By and by Spidery fingers of industry reach for the sky Brick upon brick, stone upon stone they grow Choking the atmosphere, oh, so incredibly slowly Sulphur and carbon and hydrogen sulphide and lime Fever, corrosion, and cover your cities with grime Something is killing the land before your eyes And the sunshine Is not to blame Could be the insane, inhumane games we play Day by day Riddle and fool Mushrooming home in a crowd, I'm alone Close your eyes, lie still You are a mountain stream and I am a hill Far, far away There is a field of blossom and bees and new mown hay Breathe in the air Breathe in the air Breathe in the air Breathe in the air Old Folks Ascension (Geesin) (Instrumental) Bed-Time-Dream-Clime (Geesin) (Instrumental) Piddle in Perspex (Geesin) (Instrumental) Embryonic Womb-Walk (Geesin) (Instrumental) Mrs. Throat Goes Walking (Geesin) (Instrumental) (Some guy harmonizing with the music) Sea Shell and Soft Stone (Waters-Geesin) (Instrumental) Give Birth to a Smile (Waters) Long live the child and the man Long live the mother and the lad The hills behind us and the sea Reach out to welcome you and me Valley deep and mountain tall Lie upon the ground before us all Strange are the colours of the turf Heralding the rebirth of the earth Gather all your energy and try Give birth to a smile Give birth to a smile Give birth to a smile (Everytime you think about it) Give birth to a smile Give birth to a smile Give birth to a smile Give birth to a smile Give birth to a smile Give birth to a smile (Hear me tellin' you) Give birth to a smile (Give birth to a smile) Give birth to a smile (Give birth, give birth) Give birth to a smile Give birth to a smile (Every day of your life) Give birth to a smile (Give a little birth to a smile) Give birth to a smile |
Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking (May 8, 1984)
ROGER WATERS 4.30 AM (Apparently They Were Travelling Abroad) (Apparently they were travelling abroad) (And they picked up some hitchhikers) [Jade:] "Oh God...." [Wife:] "Wake up you're dreaming." [Jade:] "What?" [Wife:] "You're dreaming." [Jade:] "We were moving away from the border." [Wife:] "Huh, what border?" [Jade:] "Have a nice day." [Wife:] "Huh?" [Jade:] "Have a nice day." We were moving away from the border Looking for somewhere to sleep The two of us sharing the driving Two hitchhikers slumped in the back seat [Woman:] "Hello" I sneaked a quick look in the mirror She gave me a smile I said, is anyone hungry? Should we stop for a while? So we pulled off into a layby Her dress blew up over her head I said, would you like to come with me? She said something foreign under her breath [Woman:] "(foreign words)" And the sun shone down on her lovely young limbs I thought to myself she's much too good for you I lay down beside her with tears in my eyes She said 4.33 AM (Running Shoes) So I stood by the roadside The soles of my running shoes gripping The tarmac like gunmetal magnets Fixed on the front of her Fassbinder face Was the kind of a smile That only a rather dull child could have drawn While attempting a graveyard in the moonlight But she was impressed You could see that she thought I looked fine And when she turned sweeter The reason, between you and me, was She'd just seen my green Lamborghini [RW:] "I think it was the Lamborghini." So we went for a spin in the country To feel the wind in our hair To feel the power of my engine To feel the thrill of desire And then in the trees I heard a twig snap Warning lights flashed on my map I opened my eyes and to my surprise There were Arabs with knives at the front of the bed Right at the front of the bed Oh my God, how did they get in here I thought we were safe home in England She said, come on now kid, it was wrong what you did You've got to admit it was wrong what you did You've got to admit it was wrong [Jade:] "Oh god....Jesus..." 4.37 AM (Arabs with Knives and West German Skies) Sleep Sleep I know that I'm only dreaming [Jade:] "Leave her alone get out..out..get out of my house!" Through closed eyes I see West German skies on the ceiling And I want to get back To the girl with the rucksack To feel her flaxen hair I want to be there See the sun going down Behind Krupps steelworks On the outskirts of some German town Guten Abend meiner Damen und Herren Ha Ha Ha Ha Willkommen in Konnigsburg Ha Ha Ha Ha Wollen zie danzen mit mir oder drinken Bier Ha Ha Ha Ha Thank you but...... This young lady and I Will just finish this bottle of wine It was kind of you...but I think we'll just say goodnight [Jade:] "Leave us alone!" Goodnight [Jade:] "Leave us alone!" (Bell) [Man:] "Could I have the key to one four three, please? Thank you." [Man:] "Hello, yes, I'd like to order breakfast please I'd like coffee for two, and toast with marmalade No...marmalade. 4.39 (For the First Time Today-Part 2) For the first time today I held her naked body next to mine In this hotel overlooking the Rhine I made her mine Ooh babe...ooh babe Come with me and stay with me Please stay with me [Woman:] "Huh...what is it?" Stay with me Stay with me Stay with me Stay with me [Woman:] "No..." Stay with me [Woman:] "Forget it." 4.41 AM (Sexual Revolution) Hey...girl Take out the dagger And let's have a stab at the sexual revolution Hey girl Let freedom for all be our rallying call Tomorrow lets make our new resolution Yeah, but tonight lie still While I plunder your sweet grave And remember Only the poor can be saved Hey girl As I've always said I prefer your lips red Not what the good Lord made But what he intended Hey girl Don't point the finger at me I am only a rat in a maze like you Only the dead go free So...please, hold my hand As we blunder through the maze And remember Nothing can grow without rain (Thunder) Don't... Don't point your finger at me I awoke in a fever The bedclothes were all soaked in sweat She said, you've been having a nightmare And it's not over yet Then she picked up the doggy in the window (The one with the waggly tail) And she put him to bed between two bits of bread 4.47 AM (The Remains of Our Love) I just cowered in the corner My pyjama coat over my head And she smiled as she finished her sandwich And her cold eyes fixed me to my dark history As she brushed the remains Of our love from the bed And when she had turned back the covers When all of the prayers had been read She said, come on over here you silly boy Before you catch your death of cold I was only joking Let's leave behind the city grime Let's not compete It could be fine in the country Couldn't it though...come on lets go I said, OK [Young Child:] "Are we going to go now?" [Jade:] "Where would you like to go darling?" [Wife:] "Mmm...Vermont...Wyoming." [Jade:] "Wyoming...huh....Children!" [Children:] "What?" [Jade:] "We're going to Wyoming Darling...Which way is Wyoming?" [Wife:] "Hook a right here You're going the wrong way." [Jade:] "I know that I know children... Let's see how many...Volvos we pass On the way to our new life in the country ...One [Wife:] "Jade, don't do that, that's really negative." 4.50 AM (Go Fishing) As cars go by I cast my mind's eye Over back packs on roof racks Beyond the horizon Where dream makers Working white plastic processors Invite the unwary To reach for the pie in the sky Go fishing my boy! We set out in the spring With a trunk full of books about everything About solar devices And how nice natural childbirth is We cut down some trees And we trailed our ideals Through the forest glade We dammed up the stream And the kids cooled their heels In the fishing pool we'd made We held hands and we exchanged bands And we practically lived off the land You adopted a fox cub Whose mother was somebody's coat You fed him by hand And then snuggled snuggled him down By the grandfather bed while I wrote And we grew our own maize And I only occasionally went into town To stock up on antibiotics And shells for the shotgun that I kept around I told the kids stories while you worked your loom And the sun went down sooner each day [Jade:] "Chapter six in which Eeyore has a birthday And gets two presents." [Child:] "Daddy...come on dad." [Jade:] "Eeyore the old grey donkey stood by the side Of the stream and he looked at himself in the water 'Pathetic' he said, 'That's what it is' 'Good morning Eeyore' said Pooh 'Oh' said Pooh, He thought for a long time The leaves all fell down Our crops all turned brown It was over As the first snowflakes fell I realized all was not well in the camp The kids caught bronchitis The space heater ran out of diesel One weekend a friend from the East Rot his soul Stole your heart I said, fuck it then Take the kids back to town Maybe I'll see you around I said, go then She said, OK And so...leaving all our hopes and dreams To the wind and the rain Taking only our stash Left our litter and trash And set out on the road again On the road again On the road again [Child:] "Bye Bye Daddy, Bye Daddy You can bring Pearl she's a darn nice girl But don't bring Liza." 4.56 AM (For the First Time Today-Part 1) For the first time today I feel it's really over You were my everyday excuse For playing deaf, dumb and blind And who'd have ever thought This was how it would end for you and me To carry my own millstone Out of the trees And I have to admit I don't like it a bit Being left here beside this lonesome road Lonesome road Lonesome road 4.58 AM (Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin) [Trucker:} "Hey kid, you looking for a lift? Get on up here How's it going good buddy?" I nailed ducks to the wall Kept my heart in dark ruins I built bungalows over the hills Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin Took my girl to the country To sleep out under the moon Next thing she's going crazy [Trucker:] "Women are like that kid What the hell can you do?" She waits for the real Mr. Right to come Gently removing her heart With his promises of real communication [Trucker:] "I saw a program about that on TV, heh" Who's always picking up the tab Who built a bungalow for his momma and dad Me..... Who took you out to all the shows Who worked his fingers to the bone Me.... While you were asleep [Jade:] "It was me...I did!" I kept you in buttons and bows [Jade:] "Christ! All those clothes! So you could encourage this creep [Hick:] "With that program I bet some son of a bitch made a million dollars." With his neat feet And his clean fingernails With his wise but twinkling eyes He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt [Trucker:] "Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam faggot." And compromise I'd like to go on with this bit of a song Describing this schmuck I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up [Trucker:] "Not in my rig you don't boy Get the hell out of here. 5.01 AM (The Pros and Cons of Hitchhiking) An angel on a Harley Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone Puts his bike up on it's stand Leans back and then extends A scarred and greasy hand...he said He said, how ya doin bro? Where ya been? Where ya goin'? Then he takes your hand In some strange Californian handshake And breaks the bone [Whiny person:] "Have a nice day, hehe" A housewife from Encino Whose husband's on the golf course With his book of rules Breaks and makes a 'U' and idles back To take a second look at you You flex your rod Fish takes the hook Sweet vodka and tobacco in her breath Another number in your little black book These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking Oh babe, I must be dreaming I'm standing on the leading edge The Eastern seaboard spread before my eyes Jump, says Yoko Ono I'm too scared and too good looking, I cried Go on, she says Why don't you give it a try? Why prolong the agony all men must die Do you remember Dick Tracy? Do you remember Shane? [Child:] "And mother wants you." Could you see him selling tickets Where the buzzard circles over [Child:] "Shane." The body on the plain Did you understand the music Yoko Or was it all in vain? [Child:] "Shane..." The bitch said something mystical (Herro) So I stepped back on the kerb again These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking Oh babe, I must be dreaming again These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking 5.06 AM (Every Strangers Eyes) [Waitress:] "You wanna cup of coffee?" [Customers:] "Heh, Turn that fucking juke box down You want to turn down that juke box....loud in here" [Waitress:] "I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee? Ok, you take cream and sugar? Sure." In truck stops and hamburger joints In Cadillac limousines In the company of has-beens And bent-backs And sleeping forms on pavement steps In libraries and railway stations In books and banks In the pages of history In suicidal cavalry attacks I recognise... Myself in every stranger's eyes And in wheelchairs by monuments Under tube trains and commuter accidents In council care and county courts At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts In drawing rooms and city morgues In award winning photographs Of life rafts on the China seas In transit camps, under arc lamps On unloading ramps In faces blurred by rubber stamps I recognise... Myself in every stranger's eyes And now, from where I stand Upon this hill I plundered from the pool I look around I search the skies I shade my eyes So nearly blind And I see signs of half remembered days I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways I recognise... The hope you kindle in your eyes It's oh so easy now As we lie here in the dark Nothing interferes, it's obvious How to beat the tears That threaten to snuff out The spark of our love 5.11 AM (The Moment of Clarity) And the moment of clarity Faded like charity does Sometimes I open one eye And I put out my hand just to touch your soft hair To make sure in the darkness that you were still there And I have to admit I was just a little afraid Yeah But then... I had a little bit of luck You were awake I couldn't take another moment alone |
When the Wind Blows (Oct, 1986)
© 1986
Music from the Film 'When The Wind Blows' by Raymond Briggs When the Wind Blows (David Bowie) So long Child I'm on my way And after all is done After all is done Don't be down It's all in the past Though you may be afraid So long child It's awful dark And I've never felt the sun I dread to think of when When the wind blows When the wind blows When the wind blows When the wind blows Life burns a savage moon Angry and raw Trusting the twisted word You'll run run away You'll take it all home You'll spin a tall tale But they won't believe you No matter what you say So long child It's awful dark And I've never felt the sun I dread to think of when the wind blows When the wind blows When the wind blows When the wind blows Facts and Figures (Hugh Cornwell) If all the food The warsmen ate was sent around the world Noone would have to work A single day If all the money In the banks was left to boy and girl Noone could then complain About their pay Facts and figures Facts and figures Filling up the pages every day Facts and figures Facts and figures Spilling out of papers every day Upon the roads The accidents They rob us of the few Wars They take away so many more As long as we don't know them They remain upon the page It's the history book picture That you saw Facts and figures Facts and figures Filling up the pages every day Facts and figures Facts and figures Spilling out of papers every day Facts and figures Facts and figures Right or wrong is difficult to say 'Cause everybody knows The way that the wind blows Facts and figures can be friends or foes Facts and figures Facts and figures Facts and figures Facts and figures Facts and figures Facts and figures Right or wrong is difficult to say 'Cause everybody knows The way that the wind blows Facts and figures can be friends or foes So try to keep your fingers crossed When listening for the bell So facts and figures don't catch you as well So facts and figures don't catch us as well So facts and figures don't catch us as well So facts and figures don't catch us as well So facts and figures don't catch us as well The Brazilian (Genesis) (Instrumental) What Have They Done (Squeeze) The wind blows the ash to the furnace The steel men are sitting at home And the video game Can't replace the flame That once burned all day on the coal The wind blows along in the gutter In a rush to get out of the town Where the row of shops is sold up in lots Developers bought the whole town And in the place is a pile of bricks Where children play with sticks and stones What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they done The sunshine is bright on the ranada Where I once saw the film ??if?? Now they all stand in line For it's bingo tonight No more films with Malcom Bo??d??? The cranes on the dock are redundant Standing so tall in the sky Shuffling trolleys and docks In around in the mud The dockman has a tear is his eye And in his hand is a pint of beer No more dock sheds are here to run What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they What have they done What have they done What have they What have they done ..... The Shuffle (Paul Hardcastle) (Instrumental)
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The Wall Live In Berlin (Sept 17, 1980)
Disc 1 1.In The Flesh? 2.The Thin Ice 3.Another Brick in the Wall, Part I 4.The Happiest Days of Our Lives 5.Another Brick in the Wall, Part II 6.Mother 7.Goodbye Blue Sky 8.Empty Spaces 9.Young Lust 10.One of My Turns 11.Don't Leave Me Now 12.Another Brick in the Wall, Part III 13.Goodbye Cruel World
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RADIO KAOS (July 15, 1987)
The Story Benny is a Welsh coal miner. He is a radio ham. He is 23 years old, married to Molly. They have a son, young Ben, age 4, and a new baby. They look after Benny's twin brother Billy, who is apparently a vegetable. The mine is closed by the market forces. The Male Voice Choir stops singing, the village is dying. One night Benny takes Billy on a pub crawl. Drunk in a brightly-lit shopping mall, Benny vents his anger on a shop window full of multiple TV images of Margaret Thatcher's mocking condescension. In defiance, he steals a cordless phone. Later that night, Benny cavorts dangerously on the parapet of a motorway footbridge, in theatrical protest of the tabloid press. That same night, a cab driver is killed by a concrete block dropped off a similar bridge. The police come to question Benny; he hides the cordless phone under the cushion of Billy's wheelchair. Billy is different, he can receive radio waves directly without the aid of a tuner; he explores the cordless phone, recognizing its radioness. Benny is sent to prison. Billy feels as if half of him has been cut off. He misses Benny's nightly conversations with radio hams in foreign parts. Molly, unable to cope, sends Billy to stay with his Great Uncle David, who had emigrated to the USA during the war. Much as Billy likes Uncle David and the sunshine and all the new radio in LA, he cannot adjust to the cultural upheaval and the loss of Benny, who for him is 'home'. Uncle David, now an old man, is haunted by having worked on the Manhattan project during World War II, designing the Atom Bomb, and seeks to atone. He also is a radio ham; he often talks to other hams about the Black Hills of his youth, the Male Voice Choir, about home. He is saddened by the use of telecommunication to trivialise important issues, the soap opera of state. However, Live Aid has decynicised him to an extent. Billy listens to David and hears the truth the old man speaks. Billy experiments with his cordless phone, he learns to make calls. He accesses computers and speech synthesizers, he learns to speak. Billy makes contact with Jim a DJ at Radio KAOS, a renegade rock station fighting a lone rear guard action against format radio. Billy and Jim become radio friends, Reagan and Thatcher bomb Lybia. Billy perceives this as an act of political "entertainment" fireworks to focus attention away from problems at "home". Billy has developed his expertise with the cordless phone to the point where he can now control the most powerful computers in the world. He plans an "entertainment" of his own. He simulates nuclear attack everywhere, but de-activates the military capability of "the powers that be" to retaliate. In extremes perceptions change, Panic, comedy, compassion. In a SAC bunker a soldier in a white cravat turns a key to launch the counter attack. Nothing happens; impotently he kicks the console, hurting his foot. He watches the approaching blips on the radar screen. As impact approaches, he thinks of his wife and kids, he puts his fingers in his ears. Silence. White out. Black out. Lights out. It didn't happen, we're still alive. Billy has drained the earth of power to create his illusion. All over the dark side of the earth, candles are lit. In the pub in Billy's home village in Wales one man starts to sing; the other men join in. The tide is turning. Billy is home. Radio Kaos [Jim:] "This is K.A.O.S. You and I are listening to KAOS in Los Angeles. Let's go to the telephones now and take a request." [Billy:] "Hello, I'm Billy." [Jim:] "Yes?" [Billy:] "I hear radio waves in my head." [Jim:] "You hear radio waves in your head? Ah! Is there a request that you have tonight for KAOS?" Radio waves Radio waves Radio waves He hears radio waves Radio waves The atmosphere is thin and cold The yellow sun is getting old The ozone overflows with radio waves AM, FM, weather and news Our leaders had a frank exchange of views Are you confused, radio waves Radio waves Radio waves AM radio waves FM radio waves Radio waves Mind-numbing radio waves Fish-stunning radio waves Radio waves Magic Billy in his wheel chair Is picking up all this stuff in the air Billy is face to face with outer space Messages from distant stars The local police calling all cars Radio waves Hear them radio waves Radio waves Jesus saves radio Radio waves Radio waves AM radio waves FM radio waves All them radio waves Radio waves Radio waves He hears radio waves Radio waves Radio waves Hopeful radio waves Dopeful radio waves Radio waves Russian radio waves Prussian radio waves Eastern radio waves Western radio waves Testing radio waves One two One two Radio waves Getting through to you More code radio waves Tobacco road radio waves South to Paloma radio waves Oklahoma City radio waves Sitting pretty radio waves Nitty-gritty radio waves Radio waves [Jim:] "Alright, that's a song called Radio Waves. You are listening to KAOS In Los Angeles and we've got Billy on the line." [Billy:] "I'm from the valleys." Who Needs Information [Jim:] "You're from the valley?" [Billy:] "No, Jim you schmuck, the Valleys; Male voice choirs, Wales." [Jim:] "Ah, you're from Wales! Now is this sperm or blue-tip?" [Billy:] "Ha, ha, ha, ha. Very funny Jim." [Jim:] "Sorry." [Billy:] "Me and Benny went out." [Jim:] "Who's Benny?" Me and Benny went out last night Looking for fun Supping ale in the moonlight Waiting for the dawn to come Benny pointed at a HiFi shop He said, hey man, look at all the stuff they've got How'd you make a have out of a have not Hmmmm Who needs information When you're working underground Just give me confirmation We could win a million pounds Benny climbed up on a footbridge And he teetered on the parapet He said can you see the whites of their headlights Are they coming yet Who needs information This high off the ground Just give me confirmation We could win a million pounds Who needs information When you're living in constant fear Just give me confirmation There's some way out of here Some way out of here Benny hefted a breeze block And tried to let go Got hung up on a tear drop So me and Benny went home Who needs information When you're living in constant fear Just give me confirmation There's some way out of here Some way out of here Who needs information yeah When you're living on borrowed time Just give me confirmation There will be a winner this time Who needs information When you're working underground Just give me confirmation We could win a million pounds Who needs Who needs Who needs information This high off the ground Just give me confirmation We could win a million pounds yeah [Jim:] "Um. (lights a cigarette) So your brother's in jail?" Me or Him You wake up in the morning Get something for the pot Wonder why the sun makes the rocks feel hot Draw on the walls Eat Get laid Back in the good old days Then some damn fool invents the wheel Listen to the whitewalls squeal You spend all day looking for a parking spot Nothing for the heart Nothing for the pot Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio Oh how he wanted to talk to the people He wanted his own show Tune in Moscow Tune in New York Listen tot the Welsh kid talk Communicating like in the good old days Forgive me father for I have sinned It was either me or him And a voice said Benny You fucked the whole thing up Benny your time is up Your time is up Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio He wanted to talk to the people He wanted his own show Tune in Moscow Tune in New York Listen to the Welsh kid talk Communicating like in the good old days Forgive me Father [Welsh Policeman:] "Mobile One Two to Central." For I have sinned [Welsh Policeman:] "We have a multiple on the A465 between Cwmbran and Cylgoch." Father it was either me or him Father can we turn back the clock? [Welsh Policeman:] "Ambulance, over." I never meant to drop the concrete block [Welsh Policeman:] "Roger central, over and out." Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio He wanted to talk to the people He wanted his own show Tune in Moscow Tune in New York Listen to the Welsh kid talk Just like in the good old days The good old days [Radio announcer:] "Do you really think Iranian terrorists Would have taken Americans hostage If Ronald Reagan were president? Do you really think the Russians Would have invaded Afghanistan If Ronald Reagan were president? Do you really think third-rate military Dictators would laugh at America And burn our flag in contempt If Ronald Reagan were president?" [Concerned Citizen:] "Well, it might work!" [Hostage:] "We as a group do most importantly Want to beseech President Reagan And our fellow Americans To refrain from any form of military Or violent means as an attempt No matter how noble or heroic To secure our freedom." [Concerned Citizen:] "Sure! Only it's going to be mighty dangerous For you, Cassidy Hoppy's faithful sidekick Guess you don't know Hopalong Cassidy, mister. Adventure's his bread Excitement's his butter And danger Why to him that's like Strawberry jam to top it off." [Jim:] "This is some live rock and roll at KAOS Where rock and roll comes out of chaos And a song called..." The Powers that Be The powers that be They like a tough game No rules Some you win Some you lose Competition's good for you They're dying to be free They're the powers that be They like a bomb proof cadillac Air conditioned Gold taps Back seat gun rack Platinum hub caps They pick horses for courses They're the market forces (background : Nice car Jack) They like order Make-up Lime light power Game shows Rodeos Star wars TV They're the powers that be If you see them come You better run Run You better run on home Sisters of mercy better join your brothers Put a stop to the soap opera right now They say the toothless get ruthless You better run on home You better run Run You better run on home The powers that be They like treats Tricks Carrots And sticks They like fear and loathing They like sheep's clothing And blacked-out vans Blacked-out vans Contingency plans They like death or glory They love a good story They love a good story Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers Put a stop to the soap opera state They say the toothless get ruthless Run home before its too late You better run Run You better run on home You better run [Billy:] "Goodnight, Jim." [Jim:] "Goodnight, Billy." [Uncle David's Great Dane:] "Woof, woof, woof!" [Paraquat Kelly:] "Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink snapper And your Pacific coastal trench hosemonster fish." [Cynthia Fox:] "Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports Forty under the console giggle stick ling cod Twenty-three purple perches Four sledgehammerhead sharks And what a surprise Eightyfour crabs, and no red snappers." [Paraquat Kelly:] "Hey, and that'll do for the triumphant return Of the fish report with a beat." [Jim:] "We think of it as mainstreet But to the rest of the country It's Sunset Strip You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles." Sunset Strip I like staying with my Uncle Dave And I like playing with his great dane But I don't fit I feel alien and strange Kinda outa range I like riding in my Uncle's car Down to the beach where the pretty girls all parade And movie stars and paparazzi play The Charles Atlas kicking sand in the face game And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea There's a blood red dragon on a field of green Calling me back Back to the Black Hills again Ooh, ooh Billy come home Billy is searching for his native land Flicking through the stations with the dial in his head Picking up (background: static) And a male voice choir on the short wave band Billy taps out Jim's number on the phone Sits shaking as he waits for Jim's answering tone Come on my friend Speak to me please The land of my fathers is calling to me And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea There's a blood red dragon on a field of green Calling me back Back to the Black Hills again Ooh, ooh Billy come home Come on home He sits in the canyon with his back to the sea Sees a blood red dragon on a field of green He hears a male voice choir singing Billy come home Billy, Billy, come home Come on home [Californian Weirdo:] "I don't like fish." [Jim:] "You are listening to KAOS here in Los Angeles." [Californian Weirdo:] "I don't like fish." [Jim:] "Yes, we've established that. Ah! Do you have a request?" [Californian Weirdo:] "Shell fish Guppy Salmon Shrimp And crab And lobster Flounder I hate fish But I think most of all I hate fresh fish Like trout I hate fresh trout My least-hated, favourite fish would be sole That way you don't have to see the eyes Sole has no eyes." [Jim:] "Oh no!" [Woman:] "I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog." [Jim:] "Thankyou." [Woman:] "I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog I'd like to be home with my monkey..." [Jim:] "I don't care Shut up Play the record." Home [Jim:] "Oh, God!" [Californian Weirdo:] "Sole has no eyes." Could be Jerusalem Or it could be Cairo Could be Berlin Or it could be Prague Could be Moscow Could be New York Could be Llanelli And it could be Warrington Could be Warsaw And it could be Moose Jaw Could be Rome Everybody got somewhere they call home When they overrun the defences A minor invasion put down to expenses Will you go down to the airport lounge Will you accept your second class status A nation of waitresses and waiters Will you mix their martinis Will you stand still for it Or will you take to the hills It could be clay And it could be sand Could be desert Could be a tract of arable land Could be a house Could be a corner shop Could be a cabin by a bend in the river Could be something your old man handed down Could be something you built on your own Everybody got something he calls home When the cowboys and Arabs draw down On each other at noon In the cool dusty air of the city boardroom Will you stand by a passive spectator Of the market dictators Will you discreetly withdraw With your ear pressed to the boardroom door Will you hear when the lion within you roars Will you take to the hills Will you stand Will you stand for it Will you hear when the lion within you roars Could be your father And it could be your mother Could be your sister Could be your brother Could be a foreigner Could be a Turk Could be someone out looking for work Could be a king Could be the Aga khan Could be a Vietnam vet with no arms and no legs Could be a saint Could be a sinner Could be a loser Or it could be a winner Could be a banker Could be a baker Could be a Laker Could be Kareem Abdul Jabar Could be a male voice choir Could be a lover Could be a fighter Could be a super heavyweight Or it could be something lighter Could be a cripple Could be a freak Could be a wop, gook, geek Could be a cop Could be a thief Could be a family of ten living in one room on relief Could be our leaders in their concrete tombs With their tinned food and their silver spoons Could be the pilot with God on his side Could be the kid in the middle of the bomb sight Could be a fanatic Could be a terrorist Could be a dentist Could be a psychiatrist Could be humble Could be proud Could be a face in the crowd Could be the soldier in the white cravat Who turns the key in spite of the fact That this is the end of the cat and mouse Who dwelt in the house Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt The house that Jack built Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt The house that Jack built Bang, bang, shoot, shoot White gloved thumb Lord thy will be done He was always a good boy his mother said He'll do his duty when he's grown Yeah Everybody's got someone they call home Four Minutes [Billy:] "Four minutes and counting." [Jim:] "O.K." [Billy:] "They pressed the button, Jim." [Jim:] "They pressed the button Billy, what button?" [Billy:] "The big red one." [Jim:] "You mean THE button?" [Billy:] "Goodbye, Jim." [Jim:] "Goodbye! Oh yes This ain't au revoir, it's goodbye! Ha! Ha! This is KAOS It's a beautiful, balmy Southern California summer day It's 80 degrees... I said balmy... I could say bomby Ha! Ha! O.K. I'm Jim and this is Radio KAOS And with only four minutes left to us Let's use this as wisely as possible.... ([Molly:] Everybody got someone they call home) Out at Dodger Stadium It's the bottom of the seventh The Dodgers are leading three to nothing over the Giants And for those of you who are looking to go surfing tomorrow Too bad (Telephone rings) I'm kinda lost in here to tell you the truth O.K., good Ladies and gentlemen If the reports that we are getting are correct This could be it Billy, if you're listening to me Please call now." After a near miss on the plane You swear you'll never fly again After the first kiss when you make up You swear you'll never break up again And when you've just run a red light Sit shaking under the street light You swear to yourself you'll never drink and drive again Sometimes I feel like going home You swear you'll never let things go by again Sometimes I miss the rain and snow And you'll never toe the party line again And when the east wind blows Sometimes I feel like going home [Jim:] "Billy, if you are listening, please call." [Californian Weirdo:] "Sole has no eyes." [Molly:] "Goodbye little spy in the sky They say that cameras don't lie Am I happy Am I sad Am I good Am I bad?" [Jim:] "Billy, if you're listening, please call." [Californian Weirdo:] "Sole has no eyes Sole has no eyes." [Billy:] "Ten, nine, eight, seven..." [Margaret Thatcher:] "Our own independent nuclear deterrent Has helped to keep the peace." [Billy:] "Six, five four, three..." [Ordinary Person:] "...you've go a job..." [Billy:] "Two, one..." [Margaret Thatcher:] "For nearly forty years" [Jim:] "Goodbye Billy." The Tide is Turning (After Live Aid) I used to think the world was flat Rarely threw my hat into the crowd I felt I had used up my quota of yearning Used to look in on the children at night In the glow of their Donald Duck light And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning But, oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning The tide is turning Satellite buzzing through the endless night Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights Jesus Christ imagine what it must be earning Who is the strongest Who is the best Who holds the aces The East Or the West This is the crap our children are learning But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning The tide is turning Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning Now the satellite's confused 'Cos on Saturday night The airwaves were full of compassion and light And his silicon heart warmed To the sight of a billion candles burning Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning The tide is turning Billy I'm not saying that the battle is won But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the war lords Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning The tide is turning Sylvester The tide is turning [Morse Code:] "That's it! Now the past is over but you are not alone Together we'll fight Sylvester Stallone We will not be dragged down in his South China Sea Of macho bullshit and mediocrity" |
Amused To Death (Sept 1, 1992)
The
Ballad Of Bill Hubbard Instrumental (switch channels) [Alf Razzell:] "Two things that have haunted me most are the days when I had to collect the paybooks; and when I left Bill Hubbard in no-man's-land. I was picked up and taken into their trench. And I'd no sooner taken two or three steps down the trench when I heard a call, 'Hello Razz, I'm glad to see you. This is my second night here,' and he said 'I'm feeling bad,' and it was Bill Hubbard, one of the men we'd trained in England, one of the original battalion. I had a look at his wound; rolled him over. I could see it was probably a fatal wound. You could imagine what pain he was in, he was dripping with sweat; and after I'd gone about three shellholes, traversed that, had it been...had there been a path or a road I could have done better. He pummelled me, 'Put me down, put me down, I'd rather die, I'd rather die, put me down.' I was hoping he would faint. He said 'I can't go any further, let me die.' I said 'If I leave you here Bill you won't be found, let's have another go.' He said 'All right then.' And the same thing happened. he couldn't stand it any more, and I had to leave him there, in no-man's-land." (switch channels) What God Wants, Part I [boy:] "I don't mind about the war, that's one of the things I like to watch, if it's a war going on, 'cause then I know if our side's winning, if our side's losing..." (switch channels) What God wants God gets God help us all What God wants God gets (repeated) The kid in the corner looked at the priest And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar The priest said: God wants goodness God wants light God wants mayhem God wants a clean fight What God wants God gets Don't look so surprised It's only dogma The alien prophet cried The beetle and the springbok Took the Bible from its hook The monkey in the corner Wrote the lesson in his book What God wants God gets God help us all God wants peace God wants war God wants famine God wants chain stores What God wants God gets God wants sedition God wants sex God wants freedom God wants semtex What God wants God gets Don't ok so surprised I'm only joking The alien comic cried The jackass and hyena Took the feather from its hook The monkey in the corner Wrote the joke down in his book What God wants God gets God wants borders God wants crack God wants rainfall God wants wetbacks What God wants God gets God wants voodoo God wants shrines God wants law God wants organised crime God wants crusade God wants jihad God wants good God wants bad What God wants God Gets Perfect Sense, Part I The monkey sat on a pile of stones And stared at the broken bone in his hand And the strains of a Viennese quartet Rang out across the land The monkey looked up at the stars And thought to himself Memory is a stranger History is for fools And he cleaned his hands In a pool of holy writing Turned his back on the garden And set out for the nearest town Hold on hold on soldier When you add it all up The tears and the marrowbone There's an ounce of gold And an ounce of pride in each ledger And the Germans killed the Jews And the Jews killed the Arabs And the Arabs killed the hostages And that is the news And is it any wonder That the monkey's confused He said Mama Mama The President's a fool Why do I have to keep reading These technical manuals And the joint chiefs of staff And the brokers on Wall Street said Don't make us laugh You're a smart kid Time is linear Memory is a stranger History is for fools Man is a tool in the hands Of the great God Almighty And they gave him command Of a nuclear submarine And sent him back in search of The Garden of Eden Perfect Sense, Part II Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents Pounds shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Little black soul departs in perfect focus Prime time fodder for the News at Nine Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight [Marv Albert:] "Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert And welcome to our telecast Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium It's a beautiful day And today we expect a sensational matchup But first our global anthem" Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents Pounds shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense [Marv:] "And here come the players As I speak to you now the captain Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig It looks to me like he's going to attack By the way did you know that a submarine Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year" [Edward:]"That's less tax Marv" [Marv:]"Yeah, less tax Thank you Edward" [Edward:]"You're welcome" [Marv:]"Now back to the game...he fires one...yes There goes two; both fish are running The rig is going into a prevent defense Will they make it? I don't think so" Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents Pounds shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range You have a natural tendency To squeeze off a shot You're good fun at parties You wear the right masks You're old but you still Like a laugh in the locker room You can't abide change You're at home on the range You opened your suitcase Behind the old workings To show off the magnum You deafened the canyon A comfort a friend Only upstaged in the end By the Uzi machine gun Does the recoil remind you Remind you of sex Old man what the hell you gonna kill next Old timer, who you gonna kill next I looked over Jordan and what did I see Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris I swam in your pools And lay under your palm trees I looked in the eyes of the Indian Who lay on the Federal Building steps And through the range finder over the hill I saw the front line boys popping their pills Sick of the mess they find On their desert stage And the bravery of being out of range Yeah the question is vexed Old man what the hell you gonna kill next Old timer who you gonna kill next Hey bartender over here Two more shots And two more beers Sir, turn up the TV sound The war has started on the ground Just love those laser guided bombs They're really great For righting wrongs You hit the target And win the game From bars 3,000 miles away 3,000 miles away We play the game With the bravery of being out of range We zap and maim With the bravery of being out of range We strafe the train With the bravery of being out of range We gain terrain With the bravery of being out of range With the bravery of being out of range We play the game With the bravery of being out of range Late Home Tonight, Part I Standing at the window A farmer's wife in Oxford shire Glances at the clock; it's nearly time for tea She doesn't see The phantom in the hedgerow dip its wings Doesn't hear the engine sing But in the cockpit's techno glow Behind the Ray Ban© shine The kid from Cleveland In the comfort of routine Scans his dials and smiles Secure in the beauty of military life There is no right or wrong Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs And blue skies and flight flight flight The beauty of military life No questions only orders and flight, only flight What a beautiful sight in his wild blue dream The eternal child leafs through his war magazine And his kind Uncle Sam feeds ten trillion in change Into the total entertainment combat video game And up here in the stands The fans are going wild The cheerleaders flip When you wiggle your hip And we all like the bit when you take The jeans from the refrigerator and Then the bad guy gets hit And were you struck by the satisfying way The swimsuit sticks to her skin Like BB gun days When knives pierce autumn leaves But that's okay see the children bleed It'll look great on the TV And in Tripoli another ordinary wife Stares at the dripping her old man hadn't Time to fix Too busy mixing politics and rhythm In the street below Late Home Tonight, Part II Hark the wire service sing Clear the satellite link Check the fax machine Hold the lead story boys There's some great pictures coming in Now the pilot's heartbeat slows Palms dry out No questions only orders And the F-1 glides in nose-up Through the cloudbase and the Ground crew cheers as he puts down His landing gear Hey boy you're a hero take this cigar Back home in Cleveland All the papers and local TV stations Will be calling your ma And the farmer's wife Shoos the cat off the chair She says sit down my dear Was the milking all right Our American friends are late home tonight Too Much Rope When the sleigh is heavy And the timber wolves are getting bold You look at you companions And test the water of their friendship With your toe They significantly edge Closer to the gold Each man has his price Bob And yours was pretty low History is short, the sun is just a minor star The poor man sells his kidneys In some colonial bazaar Ce sera sera Is that your new Ferrari car Nice, but I think I'll wait for the F50 You don't have to be a Jew To disapprove of murder Tears burn my eyes Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope Preacher or poet who was it wrote Give any one species too much rope And they'll fuck it up And last night on TV A Vietnam vet Takes his beard and his pain And his alienation twenty years Back to Asia again Sees the monsters they made In formaldehyde floating 'round Meets a gook on a bike A good little tyke With the same soldier's eyes Tears burn my eyes What does it mean This tearjerking scene Beamed into my home That it moves me so much Why all the fuss It's only two humans being It's only two humans being Tears burn my eyes What does it mean This tender TV This tearjerking scene Beamed into my home You don't have to be a Jew To disapprove of murder Tears burn in our eyes Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope Preacher or poet who was it wrote Give any one species too much rope And they'll fuck it up What God Wants, Part II [TV Evangelist:]"Do you believe in a better day? Do you have faith in a golden way? If you do, then we must come together this day Come together as one, united television audience Brought together by the sound of my voice United, united financially, united socially, United spiritually, and all possible ways Through the power of money And the power of prayers...." What God wants God gets God help us all God wants dollars God wants cents God wants pounds, shillings, and pence God wants guilders God wants Kroner God wants Swiss francs God wants French francs (Oui il veut des francs francais) God wants escudos God wants pesetas Don't send lira God don't want small potatoes God wants small towns God wants pain God wants clean up rock campaigns God wants windows God wants solutions God wants TV God wants contributions What God wants God gets God help us all God wants silver God wants gold God wants his secret Never to be told God wants gigolos God wants giraffes God wants politics God wants a good laugh What God wants God gets God help us all God wants friendship God wants fame God wants credit God wants blame God wants poverty God wants wealth God wants insurance God wants to cover himself What God wants God gets God help us all What God Wants, Part III Don't be afraid it's only business The alien prophet sighed The vulture and the magpie took The cash box from its hook The monkey in the corner wrote The figures in his book Crazed the checkout lady's fingers Flash across the till The captain posts The menu for the day And in banks across the world Christians Moslems Hindus Jews And people of every Race creed colour tint or hue Get down on their knees and pray The raccoon and the groundhog Neatly make up bags of change But the monkey in the corner Well he's slowly drifting out of range Christ it's freezing inside The veteran cries The hyenas break cover And stream through the meadow And the fog rolls in To his bottle of gin So he picks up a stone That looks like a bone And the bullets fly And the rivers run dry And the fat girls sigh And the network anchor persons lie And the soldier's alone In the video zone But the monkey's not watching He's slipped out to the kitchen To pile the dishes And answer the phone Watching TV I've been watching In Tiananmen Square Lost my baby there My yellow rose In her bloodstained clothes She was a short order pastry chef In a Dim Sum dive on the Yangtze tideway She had shiny hair She was the daughter of an engineer Won't you shed a tear For my yellow rose My yellow rose In her bloodstained clothes She had perfect breasts She had high hopes She had almond eyes She had yellow thighs She was a student of philosophy Won't you grieve with me For my yellow rose Shed a tear For her bloodstained clothes She had shiny hair She had perfect breasts She had high hopes She had almond eyes She had yellow thighs She was the daughter of an engineer So get out your pistols Get out your stones Get out your knives Cut them to the bone They are the lackeys of the grocer's machine They built the dark satanic mills That manufacture hell on earth They bought the front row seats on Calvary They are irrelevant to me But I grieve for my sister People of China Do not forget do not forget The children who died for you Long live the Republic Did we do anything after this I've a feeling we did We were watching TV Watching TV We were watching TV Watching TV She wore a white bandanna that said Freedom now She thought the Great Wall of China Would come tumbling down She was a student Her father was an engineer Won't you shed a tear For my yellow rose My yellow rose In her bloodstained clothes Her grandpa fought old Chiang Kai-shek That no-good low-down dirty rat Who used to order his troops To fire on the women and children Imagine that imagine that And in the spring of '48 Mao Tse-tung got quite irate And he kicked that old dictator Chiang Out of the state of China Chiang Kai-shek came down in Formosa And they armed the island of Quemoy And the shells were flying across the China Sea And they turned Formosa into a shoe factory Called Taiwan And she is different from Cro-Magnon man She's different from Anne Boleyn She is different from the Rosenbergs And from the unknown Jew She is different from the unknown Nicaraguan Half superstar half victim She's a victor star conceptually new And she is different from the Dodo And from the Kankanbono She is different from the Aztec And from the Cherokee She's everybody's sister She's symbolic of our failure She's the one in fifty million Who can help us to be free Because she died on TV And I grieve for my sister Three Wishes [Woman:]"I went to buy a....a gas bottle. At first I wanted to buy a big one, but then I hadn't got enough money, so I had to buy a smaller one. And I think if I bought a bigger one, then it would have been... the way I wanted it. And then, er, we went down, and ahm, I put the children to bed. And I tidied the flat and everything. And then they were asleep and everything was a kind of night. I made a bed in the bathroom. I carried them there and put on the gas bottle. But today when I think back peh.. about that. If God did take me, I would've have been in hell because I wasn't right." Reached back for the bottle And rubbed against the lamp Genie came out smiling Like some Eastern tramp He said hey boy what's happening What is going on You can have three wishes If you don't take too long I said well I wish they were all happy in the Lebanon Wish somebody'd help me write this song I wish when I was young My old man had not been gone Genie said consider it done There's something in the air And you don't know what it is You see someone through the window Who you've just learned to miss And the road leads on to glory but You've used up your last wish Your last wish And you want her to come home Genie said I'm sorry But that's the way it goes Where the hell's the lamp sucker It's time for me to go Bye There's something in the air And you don't know what it is You see someone through the window Who you've just learned to miss And the road leads on to glory But you've used up your last wish Your last wish And you want her to come home It's A Miracle Miraculous you call it babe You ain't seen nothing yet They've got Pepsi in the Andes McDonalds in Tibet Yosemite's been turned into A golf course for the Japs The Dead Sea is alive with rap Between the Tigris and Euphrates There's a leisure centre now They've got all kinds of sports They've got Bermuda shorts They had sex in Pennsylvania A Brazilian grew a tree A doctor in Manhattan Saved a dying man for free It's a miracle Another Miracle By the grace of God Almighty And the pressures of the marketplace The human race has civilized itself It's a miracle We've got warehouses of butter We've got oceans of wine We've got famine when we need it Got designer crime We've got Mercedes We've got Porsche Ferrari and Rolls Royce We've got choice She said meet me In the Garden of Gethsemene my dear The Lord said Peter I can see Your house from here An honest family man Finally reaped what he had sown A farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan It's a miracle By the grace of God Almighty And the pressures of the marketplace The human race has civilized itself It's a miracle We cower in our shelters With our hands over our ears Lloyd-Webber's awful stuff Runs for years and years and years An earthquake hits the theatre But the operetta lingers Then the piano lid comes down And breaks his fucking fingers It's a miracle Amused To Death Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me This supermarket life is getting long What is the heart life of a colour TV What is the shelf life of a teenage queen Ooh western woman Ooh western girl News hound sniffs the air When Jessica Hahn goes down He latches on to that symbol of detachment Attracted by the peeling away of feeling The celebrity of the abused shell the belle Ooh western woman Ooh western girl And the children of Melrose Strut their stuff Is absolute zero cold enough And out in the valley warm and clean The little ones sit by their TV screens No thoughts to think No tears to cry All sucked dry Down to the very last breath Bartender what is wrong with me? Why am I so out of breath? The captain said excuse me ma'am This species has amused itself to death Amused itself to death Amused itself to death We watched the tragedy unfold We did as we were told We bought and sold It was the greatest show on earth But then it was over We ohhed and aahed We drove our racing cars We ate our last few jars of caviar And somewhere out there in the stars A keen-eyed look-out Spied a flickering light Our last hurrah Our last hurrah And when they found our shadows Grouped around the TV sets They ran down every lead They repeated every test They checked out all the data on their lists And then the alien anthropologists Admitted they were still perplexed But on eliminating every other reason For our sad demise They logged the explanation left This species has amused itself to death No tears to cry, no feelings left This species has amused itself to death (switch channels) [Alf Razzell:] "Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras. And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed; it was as though he...he was now a human being instead of some sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago. And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it, because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to myself, 'Was there something else that I could have done?' [background: "I'd rather die, I'd rather die..."] And that always sort of worried me. And having seen him, and his name in the register - as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened my...heart, if you like." [woman:] "When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?" [Alf:] "Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be the year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four." |
Roger Waters In The Flesh Live (Dec 5, 2000)
Disc
1 In The Flesh Einse, svei, drei, alle! So ya thought ya Might like to go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow I got some bad news for you, Sunshine Pink isn't well He stayed back at the hotel And they've sent us along as a surrogate band We're gonna find out where you fans really stand Are there any queers in the theatre tonight? Get 'em up against the wall There's one in the spotlight Now he don't look right to me Get him up against the wall And that one looks Jewish And that one's a coon Who let all this riffraff into the room? There's one smoking a joint And that one's got spots If I had my way I'd have all of ya shot The Happiest Days of Our Lives You! Yes you! Stand still laddy! When we grew up and went to school There were certain teachers Who would hurt the children any way they could By pouring their derision upon anything we did Exposing every weakness However carefully hidden by the kids (mananical laughter) But in the town it was well known When they got home at night Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them Within inches of their lives Another Brick In The Wall, Part II We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teacher, leave them kids alone Hey, Teacher! Leave them kids alone All in all you're just another brick in the wall All in all you're just another brick in the wall We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers, leave them kids alone Hey, Teacher! Leave us kids alone All in all you're just another brick in the wall All in all you're just another brick in the wall We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers, leave them kids alone Hey, Teacher! Leave us kids alone All in all you're just another brick in the wall All in all you're just another brick in the wall "Thank you. Good evening. Welcome." Mother Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb? Mother, do you think they'll like this song? Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls? Mother, should I build the wall? Mother, should I run for President? Mother, should I trust the government? Mother, will they put me in the firing line? Is it just a waste of time? Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing Momma's gonna keep Baby cozy and warm Oooo Babe Oooo Babe Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build the wall Mother, do you think she's good enough For me? Mother, do you think she's dangerous To me? Momma, will she tear your little boy apart? Mother, will she break my heart? Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you Momma won't let anyone dirty get through Momma's gonna wait up until you get in Momma will always find out where you've been Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean Oooo Babe Oooo Babe Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me Mother, did it need to be so high? Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert (Soft) [Man1:] "Oi, Get your filthy hands off my desert!" [Man2:] "What 'e say?" (explosion) Brezhnev took Afghanistan And Begin took Beirut Galtieri took the Union Jack And Maggie over lunch one day Took a cruiser with all hands Apparently, to make him give it back Ooo, Maggie what have you done? Southampton Dock They disembarked in 45 And no one spoke And no one smiled There were too many spaces in the line And gathered at the cenotaph They all agreed with hand on heart To sheath the sacrificial knives But now She stands upon Southampton dock With her handkerchief And her summer frock Clings To her wet body in the rain In quiet desperation Knuckles white upon the slippery reins She bravely waves the boys goodbye again Ooo, Maggie what have you done? And still the dark stain spreads between Their shoulder blades A mute reminder Of the poppy fields and graves When the fight was over We spent what they had made But In the bottom of our hearts We felt the final cut Pigs on the Wing (Part 1) If you didn't care What happened to me And I didn't care For you We would zig-zag our way through the boredom and pain Occasionally glancing up through the rain Wondering which of the buggers to blame And watching for pigs on the wing Dogs You got to be crazy You gotta have a real need You gotta sleep on your toes When you're on the street Got to be able to pick out the easy meat With your eyes closed Then moving in silently Down wind and out of sight You've gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking And after a while You can work on points for style Like the club tie And the firm handshake A certain look in the eye and the easy smile You have to be trusted By the people that you lie to So that when they turn their backs on you You'll get the chance to put the knife in You gotta keep one eye Looking over your shoulder You know, it's going to get harder Harder and harder As you get older Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up and fly down south Hide your head in the sand Just another sad old man All alone and dying of cancer And when you loose control You'll reap the harvest you have sown And as the fear grows The bad blood slows and turns to stone And it's too late to lose the weight You used to need to throw around So have a good drown As you go down All alone Dragged down by the stone Gotta admit That I'm a little bit confused Sometimes it seems to me As if I'm just being used Gotta stay awake Gotta try and shake off This creeping malaise If I don't stand my own ground How can I find my way out of this maze? Deaf, dumb, and blind You just keep on pretending That everyone's expendable And no one has a real friend And it seems to you the thing to do Would be to isolate the winner And everything's done under the sun And you believe at heart everyone's a killer Who was born in a house full of pain Who was trained not to spit in the fan Who was told what to do by the man Who was broken by trained personnel Who was fitted with collar and chain Who was given a pat on the back Who was breaking away from the pack Who was only a stranger at home Who was ground down in the end Who was found dead on the phone Who was dragged down by the stone Who was dragged down by the stone Welcome to the Machine Welcome my son Welcome to the machine Where have you been? It's alright we know where you've been You've been in the pipeline Filling in time Provided with toys and scouting for boys You bought a guitar to punish your ma And you didn't like school And you know you're nobody's fool So welcome to the machine Welcome to the machine Welcome my son Welcome to the machine What did you dream? It's alright we told you what to dream You dreamed of a big star He played a mean gituar And he always ate in the steak bar And he loved to drive in his Jaguar So welcome to the Machine Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell Blue skys from pain Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? And hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish How I wish you were here We're just two lost souls Swimmin' in a fish bowl Year after year Running over the same old ground What have we found? The same old fears And I wish that you were here Oh, how I wish you were here How I wish How I wish you were here Running over the same old ground What have we found? The same old fears And I wish that you were here "Thank you. I wish they were here." Shine On You Crazy Diamond Remember when you were young You shone like the sun Shine on you crazy diamond Now there's a look in your eyes Like black holes in the sky Shine on you crazy diamond You were caught in the crossfire Of childhood and stardom Blown on the steel breeze Come on you target for faraway laughter Come on you stranger You legend You martyr And shine You reached for the secret too soon You cried for the moon Shine on you crazy diamond Threatened by shadows at night And exposed in the light Shine on you crazy diamond Well, you wore out your welcome With random percision Rode on the steel breeze Come on you raver You seer of visions Come on you painter You piper You prisoner And shine Nobody knows where you are How near or how far Shine on you crazy diamond Pile on many more years And I'll be joining you there Shine on you crazy diamond And we'll bask in the shadow Of yesterday's triumph Sail on the steel breeze Come on you boy child You winner and loser Come on you miner for truth and delusion And shine Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun Little by little the night turns around Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Lotuses lean on each other in yearning Under the eaves the swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun Over the mountain Watching the watcher Breaking the darkness Waking the grapevine Knowledge of love is knowledge of shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the wine Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun The heart of the sun (repeating) Witness the man who waves at the wall Making the shape of his question to heaven Whether the sun will fall in the evening Will he remember the lesson of giving? Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun The heart of the sun (repeating) Roger Waters In The Flesh Live © 2000 Sony Music Entertainment Disc 2 Breathe Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be afraid to care Leave, but don't leave me Look around Choose your own ground For long you live and high you fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be Run, rabbit run Dig that hole, forget the sun And when at last the work is done Don't sit down It's time to dig another one For long you live and high you fly But only if you ride the tide Balanced on the biggest wave You race towards an early grave 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 And 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 And the sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death 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 desparation 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 And when I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire Far away, across the field The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spell Money Money Get away Get a good job with good pay and you're okay 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 Money Get back But I'm all right Jack Keep your hands off of my stack Money It's a hit But don't give me that do goody good bullshit I'm in the high-fidelity, first class, travelling set I think I need a Lear jet 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 raise It's no surprise that they're giving none away 5.06 AM (Every Strangers Eyes) In truck stops and hamburger joints In Cadillac limousines In the company of has-beens And bent-backs And sleeping forms on pavement steps And in libraries and railway stations In books and banks In the pages of history In suicidal cavalry attacks I recognise... Myself in every stranger's eyes And in wheelchairs by monuments Under tube trains and commuter accidents In council care and county courts At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts And in drawing rooms and city morgues In award winning photographs Of life rafts on the China seas In transit camps, under arc lamps And on unloading ramps In faces blurred by rubber stamps I recognise... Myself in every stranger's eyes And now, from where I stand Upon this hill I plundered from the pool I look around I search the sky I shade my eyes So nearly blind And I see signs of half remembered days I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways I recognise... The hope you kindle in your eyes It's oh so easy now As we lie here in the dark Nothing interferes, it's obvious How to beat the tears That threaten to snuff out The spark of our love "Andy Fairweather-Low" Perfect Sense (Parts 1 & 2) [HAL]: "Stop Dave. Will you stop Dave? Stop Dave. I'm afraid. I'm afraid, Dave. Dave, my mind is going. I can feel it. I can feel it. My mind is going. There is no question about it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I can feel it. I'm afraid." And The monkey sat on the pile of stone And he stared at the broken bone in his hand And the strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land And the monkey looked up at the stars And he thought to himself Memory is a stranger History is for fools And he cleaned his hands In the pool of holy writing Turned his back on the garden And set out for the nearest town Hold on hold on soldier When you add it all up The tears and the marrowbone There's an ounce of gold And an ounce of pride in each measure And the Germans killed the Jews And the Jews killed the Arabs And the Arabs killed the hostages And that is the news And is it any wonder That the monkey's confused He said Mama, the President's a fool Why do I have to keep reading these technical manuals And the joint chiefs of staff And the brokers on Wall Street said Don't make us laugh You're a smart kid Time is linear Memory is a stranger History is for fools Man is a tool in the hands Of the great God Almighty And they gave him command Of a nuclear submarine And sent him back in search of The Garden of Eden Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents, Pounds, shillings and pence Oh, can't you see It all makes perfect sense Little black soul departs in perfect focus Hold on soldier Prime time fodder for the News at Nine Hold on soldier Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight [Marv Albert:] "Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert And welcome to our telecast Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium It's a beautiful day And today we expect a sensational matchup But first our global anthem" Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents, Pounds, shillings and pence Can't you see it all makes perfect sense [Marv:] "And here come the players As I speak to you now the captain Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig He's at periscope depth. It looks to me like he's going to attack By the way did you know that a submarine Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year" [Edward:]"That's less tax Marv" [Marv:]"Yeah, less tax Thank you Edward" [Edward:]"You're welcome" [Marv:]"Now back to the game...he fires one...yes There goes two; both fish are running The rig is going into a prevent defense Will they make it? I don't think so. Look out. Look at that baby burn!" Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents, Pounds, shillings and pence Can't you see it all makes perfect sense Can't you see it all makes perfect sense The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range You have a natural tendency To squeeze off a shot You're good fun at parties You wear the right masks You're old but you still Like a laugh in the locker room You can't abide change You're at home on the range You opened the suitcase Behind your workings To show off the magnum You deafened the canyon A comfort a friend Only upstaged in the end By the Uzi machine gun Does the recoil remind you Remind you of sex Old man what the hell you gonna kill next Old timer, who you gonna kill next I looked over Jordan and what did I see Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris I swam in your pools And lay under your palm trees I looked in the eyes of the Indian Who lay on the Federal Building steps And through the range finder over the hill I saw the front line boys popping their pills Sick of the mess they find On their desert stage And the bravery of being out of range Yeah the question is vexed Old man what the hell you gonna kill next Old timer who you gonna kill next Hey bartender, over here Two more shots And two more beers Sir, turn up the TV sound The war has started on the ground Just love those laser guided bombs They're really great For righting wrongs You hit the target Win the game From bars 3,000 miles away 3,000 miles away We play the game With the bravery of being out of range We zap and maim With the bravery of being out of range We strafe the train With the bravery of being out of range We gain terrain With the bravery of being out of range With the bravery of being out of range We play the game With the bravery of being out of range It's A Miracle Miraculous you call it babe You ain't seen nothing yet They've got Pepsi in the Andes They've got McDonalds in Tibet Yosemite's been turned into a golf course for the Japs And the Dead Sea is alive with rap Between the Tigris and Euphrates There's a leisure centre now They got all kinds of sports They got Bermuda shorts They had sex in Pennsylvania A Brazilian grew a tree And a doctor in Manhattan Saved a dying man for free It's a miracle It's a miracle It's a miracle Another Miracle By the grace of God Almighty And the pressures of the marketplace The human race has civilized itself It's a miracle We got warehouses of butter We got oceans of wine We got famine when we need it We got designer crime We've got Mercedes We've got Porsche Ferrari and Rolls Royce Yeah, we got choice She said meet me in the Garden of Gethsemene my dear The Lord said Peter, I can see your house from here An honest man finally reaped what he had sown And a farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan It's a miracle It's a miracle It's a miracle Another miracle By the grace of God Almighty And the pressures of the marketplace The human race has civilized itself It's a miracle We cower in our shelters With our hands over our ears Lloyd-Webber's awful stuff runs for years and years and years and years... An earthquake hits the theatre But the operetta lingers Then the piano lid comes down And breaks his fucking fingers It's a miracle Amused To Death Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me This supermarket life is getting long What is the heart life of a colour TV What is the shelf life of a teenage queen Ooh western woman Ooh western girl News hound sniffs the air When Jessica Hahn goes down He latches on to that symbol of detachment Attracted by the peeling away of feeling The celebrity of the abused shell -- the belle Ooh western woman Ooh western girl Ooh western woman Ooh western girl And the children on Melrose Strut their stuff Is absolute zero cold enough And out in the valley, warm and clean The little ones sit by their TV screens No thoughts to think No tears to cry All sucked dry Down to the very last breath Bartender what is wrong with me? Why am I so out of breath? The captain said excuse me ma'am This species has amused itself to death Amused itself to death It has amused itself to death Amused itself to death We watched the tragedy unfold We did as we were told We bought and sold It was the greatest show on earth But then it was over We ohhed and aahed We drove our racing cars We ate our last few jars of caviar And somewhere out there in the stars A keen-eyed look-out spied a flickering light Our last hurrah Our last hurrah And when they found our shadows Grouped 'round the TV sets They ran down every lead They repeated every test They checked out all the data on their lists And then the alien anthropologists Admitted they were still perplexed But on eliminating every other reason For our sad demise They logged the only explanation left This species has amused itself to death No tears to cry, no feelings left This species has amused itself to death It has amused itself to death Amused itself to death [Alf Razzell:] "Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras. And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed; it was as though he...he was now a human being instead of some sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago. And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it, because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to myself, 'Was there something else that I could have done?' And that always sort of worried me. And having seen him, and his name in the register - as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened my...heart, if you like." [woman:] "When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?" [Alf:] "When I was eighty-seven. That would be the year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four." Brain Damage The lunatic is on the grass The lunatics are on the grass Remembering games And daisy chains and laughs Got to keep the loonies on the path The lunatic is in the hall The lunatics are in my hall The paper holds their folded faces to the floor And every day the paper boy brings more And if the dam breaks open many years too soon And if there is no room upon the hill And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too I'll see you on the dark side of the moon The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head You raise the blade You make the change And you rearrange me 'till I'm sane You lock the door And throw away the key And there's someone in my head, but it's not me And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon Eclipse All that you touch And all that you see All that you taste And all you feel All that you love And all that you hate All you distrust And all you save And all that you give And all that you deal And all that you buy, Beg, borrow or steal And all you create And all you destroy And all that you do And all that you say And all that you eat And everyone you meet And all that you slight And everyone you fight And all that is now And all that is gone And all that's to come And everything under the sun is in tune But the sun is eclipsed by the moon "Thank you. Well, thank you! Thank you" Comfortably Numb Hello Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me Is there anyone at home? Come on, now I hear you're feeling down Well, I can ease the pain And get you on your feet again Relax I need some information first Just the basic facts Can you show me where it hurts? There is no pain, you are receding A distant ship's smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin' When I was a child I had a fever My hands felt just like two balloons Now I've got that feeling once again I can't explain, you would not understand This is not how I am I have become comfortably numb I have become comfortably numb Ok Just a little pinprick There'll be no more --Aaaaaahhhhh! But you may feel a little sick Can you stand up? I do believe it's working, Good That'll keep you going through the show Come on it's time to go There is no pain, you are receding A distant ship's smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin' When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse Out of the corner of my eye I turned to look but it was gone I cannot put my finger on it now The child is grown, the dream is gone I have become comfortably numb Each Small Candle Not the torturer will scare me Nor the body's final fall Nor the barrels of death's rifles Nor the shadows on the wall Nor the night when to the ground The last dim star of pain, is hurled But the blind indifference Of a merciless, unfeeling world Lying in the burnt out shell Of some Albanian farm An old Babushka Holds a crying baby in her arms A soldier from the other side A man of heart and pride Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle To kneel by her side He gives her water Binds her wounds And calms the crying child A touch gives absolution then Across the great divide He picks his way back through the broken China of her life And there at the curb The samaritan Serb turns and waves ... goodbye And each small candle Lights a corner of the dark Each small candle Lights a corner of the dark Each small candle lights a corner of the dark When the wheel of pain stops turning And the branding iron stops burning When the children can be children When the desperados weaken When the tide rolls into greet them And the natural law of science Greets the humble and the mighty And the billion candles burning Lights the dark side of every human mind Each small candle Each small candle (repeated) Each small candles lights the dark side of every human mind And each small candle Lights a corner of the dark |
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