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| The Gold, It's In The... Fearless Breathe Time Money Us and Them Brain Damage Eclipse Welcome to the Machine Have a Cigar Wish You Were Here What Shall We Do Now? When the Tigers Broke Free In The Flesh? The Thin Ice Another Brick In The Wall, Part I Happiest Days of Our Lives Another Brick In The Wall, Part II Goodbye Blue Sky Mother Empty Spaces Young Lust One Of My Turns Don't Leave Me Now Another Brick in the Wall, Part III Goodbye Cruel World Hey You Is There Anybody Out There? Vera Nobody Home Comfortably Numb The Show Must Go On In The Flesh Run Like Hell Waiting For The Worms Stop The Trial Outside The Wall Learning to Fly On the Turning Away Take It Back |
| The Gold It's In The... Come on, my friends, let's make for the hills. They say there's gold but I'm looking for thrills. You can get your hands on whatever we find, because I'm only coming along for the ride. Well, you go your way, I'll go mine, I don't care if we get there on time. Everybody's searching for something, they say, I'll get my kicks on the way. Over mountains, across seas, who knows what will be waiting for me? I could sail forever to strange sounding names, faces of people and places don't change. All I have to do is just close my eyes to see the seagulls wheeling on those far distant skies. All I want to tell you, all I want to say is count me in on the journey, don't expect me to stay. Fearless You say the hill's too steep to climb, climb it. You say you'd like to see me try climbing. You pick the place and I'll choose the time and I'll climb that 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, hearing the sound of the things you've said today. Fearlessly the idiot faced the crowd, smiling. Merciless the magistrate turns 'round, frowning. 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, hearing the sound of the faces in the crowd. Breathe Breathe, breathe in the air. Don't be afraid to care. Leave, but don't leave me. Look around and chose 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, 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 start another one. For long you live and high you fly, but only if you ride the tide. And balanced on the biggest wave, you race toward an early grave. Time Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day. You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand 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. You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today. And then the 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, racing around to come up behind you again. The sun is the same in the 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 naught or half a page of scribbled lines. Hanging on in quiet desperation in 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 there when I can. When I come in 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 spells. Money Money, get away. Get a good job with more pay and your O.K. 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. I'm all right, Jack, keep your hands off my stack. Money, it's a hit. Don't give me that do goody good bullshit. I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling section and 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 rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away, away, away… Us and Them Us and them, and after all we're only ordinary men. Me, and you, God only knows it's not what we would choose to do. Forward he cried from the rear and the front rank died. And the General sat, and the lines on the map moved from side to side. Black and blue, and who knows which is which and who is who. Up and down, and in the end it's only round and round and round. “Haven't you heard it's a battle of words,” the poster bearer cried. “Listen son,” said the man with the gun, “there's room for you inside.” Down and out, it can't be helped but there's a lot of it about. With, without. and who'll deny that's what the fighting’s all about. Get out of the way, it's a busy day and I've got things on my mind. For want of the price of tea and a slice, the old man died. Brain Damage The lunatic is on the grass. The lunatic is 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 forbodings 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, you re-arrange me till I'm sane. You lock the door and throw away the key, 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, all that you feel, all that you love, all that you hate, all you distrust all that you save. all that you give and all that you deal, all that you buy, beg, borrow or steal, and all you create and all you destroy, all that you do, all that you say, all that you eat and everyone you meet, all that you slight and everyone you fight, and all that is now and all that is gone, all that's to come and everything under the sun is in tune but the sun is eclipsed by the moon. There’s no dark side of the moon. It’s all dark, really. 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 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 guitar and he always ate in the Steak Bar. He loved to drive in his Jaguar. So welcome to the machine. Have a Cigar Come in here, dear boy, have a cigar. You're gonna go far, fly high, you're never gonna die, you're gonna make it if you try, they're gonna love you. Well I've always had a deep respect, and I mean that most sincerely. The band is just fantastic, that is really what I think. Oh, by the way, which one's Pink? And did we tell you the name of the game, boy? We call it ‘Riding the Gravy Train.’ We're just knocked out. We heard about the sell out. You gotta get an album out, you owe it to the people. We're so happy we can hardly count. Everybody else is just green, have you seen the chart? It's a helluva start. It could be made into a monster if we all pull together as a team. And did we tell you the name of the game, boy? We call it ‘Riding the Gravy Train.’ Wish You Were Here So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell, blue skies from pain. Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail? A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell? Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts? Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze? Cold comfort for change? 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 swimming in a fish bowl, year after year, Running over the same old ground, what have we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here. What Shall We Do Now? What shall we do to fill the empty spaces where waves of hunger roar? Shall we set out across the sea of faces in search of more and more applause? Shall we buy a new guitar? Shall we drive a more powerful car? Shall we work straight through the night? Shall we get into fights? Leave the lights on? Drop bombs? Do tours of the east? Contract diseases? Bury bones? Break up homes? Send flowers by phone? Take to drink? Go to shrinks? Give up meat? Rarely sleep? Keep people as pets? Train dogs? Race rats? Fill the attic with cash? Bury treasure? Store up leisure but never relax at all with our backs to the wall? When the Tigers Broke Free It was just before dawn, one miserable morning in black forty-four when the forward commander was told to sit tight when he asked that his men be withdrawn. And the Generals gave thanks as the other ranks held back the enemy tanks for a while. And the Anzio bridgehead was held for the price of a few hundred ordinary lives. And kind old King George sent Mother a note when he heard that Father was gone. It was, as I recall, in a form of a scroll, with gold leaf and all. And I found it one day in a drawer of old photographs, hidden away. And my eyes still grow damp to remember, His Majesty signed with his own rubber stamp. It was dark all around, there was frost in the ground when the tigers broke free. And no one survived from the Royal Fusiliers Company C. They were all left behind, most of them dead, the rest of them dying. And that's how the High Command took my daddy from me. In The Flesh? So you thought you might like to, go to the show? To feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow? Tell me is something eluding you, Sunshine? Is this not what you expected to see? If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes, you'll just have to blow your way through this disguise. The Thin Ice Momma loves her baby and Daddy loves you, too. And the sea may look warm to you, babe, and the sky may look blue. But oo, babe. Oo, baby blue. Oo Oh, babe. If you should go skating on the thin ice of modern life, dragging behind you the silent reproach of a million tear-stained eyes, don't be surprised when a crack in the ice appears under your feet. You slip out of your depth and out of your mind, with your fear flowing out from behind you as you claw the thin ice. Another Brick In The Wall, Part I Daddy's gone across the ocean, leaving just a memory, a snapshot in the family album. Daddy, what else did you leave for me? Daddy, whatcha leave behind for me? All in all it was just a brick in the wall. All in all it was just the bricks in the wall. Happiest Days of Our Lives Well, when we grew up and went to school, there were certain teachers who would hurt the children in any way they could. By pouring their derision upon anything we did, exposing every weakness however carefully hidden by the kids. 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 those kids alone. Hey, Teacher, leave those kids alone! All in all it's 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. Teacher, leave those kids alone. Hey, Teacher, leave those kids alone! All in all it's just another brick in the wall. All in all you're just another brick in the wall. Goodbye Blue Sky Look, Mummy. There's an airplane up in the sky. Did you, did you see the frightened ones? Did you, did you hear the falling bombs? Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky? Did you, did you see the frightened ones? Did you, did you hear the falling bombs? The flames are all long gone but the pain lingers on. Goodbye, blue sky. Goodbye, blue sky. Goodbye. Goodbye. 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? Oo, ah, Mother, should I build a wall? Mother, should I run for President? Mother, should I trust the government? Mother, will they put me in the firing line? Oo, ah, is it just a waste of time? Hush, my 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. Oo, babe. Oo, babe. Oo babe, of course Momma's gonna help build a wall. Mother, do you think she's good enough for me? Mother, do you think she's dangerous to me? Mother will she tear your little boy apart? Oo, ah, Mother, will she break my heart? Hush, my 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. Oo, babe. Oo, babe. Oo babe, you'll always be Baby to me. Mother, did it need to be so high? Empty Spaces What shall we use to fill the empty spaces where we used to talk? How shall I fill the final places? How shall I complete the wall? Young Lust I am just a new boy, stranger in this town. Where are all the good times? Who's gonna show this stranger around? Oo, I need a dirty woman. Oo, I need a dirty gal. Will some woman in this desert land make me feel like a real man? Take this rock and roll refugee, oo, babe, set me free. Oo, I need a dirty woman. Oo, I need a dirty gal. Oo, I need a dirty woman. Oo, I need a dirty gal. One Of My Turns Oh my God, what a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars? This place is bigger than our apartment. Uh, could I have a drink of water? Ya want some? Huh? Oh wow! Look at this tub! Wanna take a bath? What're you watching? Hello? Are you feeling okay? Day after day, love turns gray like the skin on a dying man. And night after night, we pretend it's all right, but I have grown older, and you have grown colder, and nothing is very much fun, anymore. And I can feel one of all my turns coming on. I feel cold as a razor blade, tight as a tourniquet, dry as a funeral drum. Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left, you'll find my favorite axe. Don't look so frightened, this is just a passing phase, one of my bad days. Would you like to watch TV? Or get between the sheets? Or contemplate the silent freeway? Would you like something to eat? Would you like to learn to fly? Would ya, would you like to see me try? Would you like to call the cops? Do you think it's time I stopped? Why are you running away? Don't Leave Me Now Oo babe, don't leave me now. Don't say it's the end of the road. Remember the flowers I sent. I need you, babe to put through the shredder in front of my friends. Oh babe, don't leave me now. How could you go? When you know how I need you to beat to a pulp on a Saturday night. Oh babe, don't leave me now. How can you treat me this way? Running away. Oh babe, why are you running away? Another Brick in the Wall, Part III I don't need no walls around me and I don't need no drugs to calm me. I have seen the writing on the wall. Don't think I need any thing at all. No. Don't think I need anything at all. All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall. All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall. Goodbye Cruel World Goodbye, cruel world, I'm leaving you today. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Goodbye all you people, there's nothing you can say to make me change my mind, goodbye. Hey You Hey you, out there in the cold, getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me? Hey you, standing in the aisle with itchy feet and fading smile, can you feel me? Hey you, don't help them to bury the light. Don't give in without a fight. Hey you, out there on your own, sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me? Hey you, with your ear against the wall, waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me? Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone? Open your heart, I'm coming home. But it was only fantasy. The wall was too high, as you can see. No matter how he tried he could not break free and the worms ate into his brain. Hey you, out there on the road, always doing what you're told, can you help me? Hey you, out there beyond the wall, breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me? Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all. Together we stand, divided we fall. Is There Anybody Out There? Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody out there? Vera Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn? Remember how she said that we would meet again some sunny day. Vera, Vera, what has become of you? Does anybody else in here feel the way I do? Nobody Home I got a little black book with my poems in. Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb. When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone. I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on. Got those swollen hands blues. Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from. I got electric light and I got second sight. Got amazing powers of observation. And that is how I know, when I try to get through on the telephone to you, there'll be nobody home. I got the obligatory Hendrix perm and the inevitable pinhole burns all down the front of my favorite satin shirt. I got nicotine stains on my fingers, I got a silver spoon on a chain. Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains. I've got wild, staring eyes and I got a strong urge to fly, but I got nowhere to fly to. Oo, babe, when I pick up the phone, there's still nobody home. I got a pair of Gohill boots and I got fading roots. Comfortably Numb Hello, is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone home? Come on, now. I hear you're feeling down. Well, I can ease your pain, 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 saying. When I was a child I had a fever. My hands felt just like two balloons. Now I got that feeling once again. I can't explain, you would not understand. This is not how I am. I have become comfortably numb. Okay. 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 for 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 saying. 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. The Show Must Go On Must the show go on? Oo Pa, (Let me go). Oo Ma, (Take me home). There must be some mistake, I never meant to let them take away my soul, am I too old, is it too late? Where has the feeling gone? Will I remember this song? The show must go on. In The Flesh So ya thought ya might like to go to the show. To feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow. I got me some bad news for you, Sunshine. Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel, and he 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. 'Gainst the wall! That one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me. Get him up against the wall. 'Gainst 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 another with spots! If I had my way I'd have all of ya shot. Run Like Hell You better make your face up in your favorite disguise, with your button-down lips and your roller blind eyes, with your empty smile and your hungry heart, feel the bile rising from your guilty past, with your nerves in tatters, as the cockleshell shatters, and the hammers batter down your door, you better run. You better run all day and run all night, keep your dirty feelings deep inside. And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight, you better park the car well out of sight. Cause if they catch you in the back seat trying to pick her locks, they're gonna send you back to Mother in a cardboard box, you better run. Waiting For The Worms Oo, you cannot reach me now. Oo, no matter how you try. Goodbye cruel world, it's over, walk on by. Sitting in a bunker, here behind my wall, waiting for the worms to come (worms to come). In perfect isolation, here behind my wall, waiting for the worms to come (worms to come). Waiting, to cut out the deadwood. Waiting, to clean up the city. Waiting, to follow the worms. Waiting, to put on a black shirt. Waiting, to weed out the weaklings. Waiting, to smash in their windows and kick in their doors. Waiting, for the final solution to strengthen the strain. Waiting, to follow the worms. Waiting, to turn on the showers and fire the ovens. Waiting, for the queers and the coons and the Reds and the Jews. Waiting, to follow the worms. Would you like to see Britannia rule again, my friend? All you have to do is follow the worms. Would you like to send our colored cousins home again, my friend? All you need to do is follow the worms. Stop I wanna go home, take off this uniform and leave the show, but I'm waiting here in this cell because I have to know, have I been guilty all this time? The Trial Good morning, The Worm, Your Honour, the Crown will plainly show the prisoner who now stands before you, was caught red-handed showing feelings. Showing feelings of an almost human nature. This will not do. Call the schoolmaster! I always said he'd come to no good in the end, Your Honour. If they'd let me have my way, I could have flayed him into shape. But my hands were tied, the bleeding hearts and artists let him get away with murder, let me hammer him today. Crazy. Toys in the attic, I am crazy. Truly gone fishing. They must have taken my marbles away (Crazy. Toys in the attic, he is crazy). You little s**t, you're in it now, I hope they throw away the key. You should've talked to me more often than you did. But no! You had to go your own way. Have you broken any homes up lately? Just five minutes, Worm, Your Honour, him and me alone. Baaaaaabe! Come to Mother, baby. Let me hold you in my arms. M'Lord, I never meant for him to get in any trouble. Why'd he ever have to leave me? Worm, Your Honour, let me take him home. Crazy. Over the rainbow, I am crazy. Bars in the window. There must have been a door there in the wall for when I came in (Crazy. Over the rainbow, he is crazy). The evidence before the court is incontrovertible. There's no need for the jury to retire. In all my years of judging I have never heard before of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law. The way you made them suffer, your exquisite wife and mother, fills me with the urge to defecate. Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear, I sentence you to be exposed before your peers- Tear down the wall! Tear down the wall! Tear down the wall! Tear down the wall! Outside The Wall All alone, or in twos, the ones who really know you, walk up and down outside the wall. Some hand in hand, some gather together in bands, the bleeding hearts and artists make their stand. And when they've given you their all, some stagger and fall. After all it's not easy, banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall. Learning to Fly Into the distance, a ribbon of black stretched to the point of no turning back. A flight of fancy on a windswept field, standing alone, my senses reeled. A fatal attraction holding me fast, how can I escape this irresistible grasp? Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies, tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit. Ice is forming on the tips of my wings. Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything. No navigator to guide my way home, unladed, empty and turned to stone. A soul in tension that's learning to fly, condition grounded but determined to try Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies, tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit. Above the planet on a wing and a prayer, my grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air. Across the clouds I see my shadow fly out of the corner of my watering eye. A dream unthreatened by the morning light could blow this soul right through the roof of the night. There's no sensation to compare with this, suspended animation, A state of bliss. Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies, Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit. On the Turning Away On the turning away from the pale and downtrodden and the words they say which we won't understand. "Don't accept that what's happening is just a case of others' suffering or you'll find that you're joining in the turning away." It's a sin that somehow, light is changing to shadow and casting it's shroud over all we have known. Unaware how the ranks have grown, driven on by a heart of stone, we could find that we're all alone in the dream of the proud. On the wings of the night as the daytime is stirring, where the speechless unite in a silent accord. Using words you will find are strange and mesmerized as they light the flame, feel the new wind of change on the wings of the night. No more turning away from the weak and the weary. No more turning away from the coldness inside. Just a world that we all must share, it's not enough just to stand and stare. Is it only a dream that there'll be no more turning away? Take It Back Her love rains down on me easy as the breeze. I listen to her breathing it sounds like the waves on the sea. I was thinking all about her, burning with rage and desire. We were spinning into darkness; the earth was on fire. She could take it back, she might take it back some day. So I spy on her, I lie to her, I make promises I cannot keep. Then I hear her laughter rising, rising from the deep. And I make her prove her love to me, I take all that I can take. And I push her to the limit to see if she will break. She might take it back, she could take it back some day. Now I have seen the warnings, screaming from all sides. It's easy to ignore and God knows I've tried. All of this temptation, it turned my faith to lies until I couldn't see the danger or hear the rising tide. She can take it back, she will take it back some day. She can take it back, she will take it back some day. She will take it back, she will take it back some day. |