Roger Waters - Us + Them (2019) - full transcript
A look at Roger Waters' 2017-2018 concert tour.
- Speak To Me -
I've been mad for fucking years,
absolutely years.
I've been over the edge for yonks.
Working with bands so long, I think, "Crikey..."
Pitch, or tar, or whatever it was, it doesn't matter much anymore.
I've always been mad, I know I've been mad,
like the most of us are.
Where are you now?
Don't answer that.
Very hard to explain why you're mad,
even if you're not mad.
Who gives a fuck? It's never really over.
- Breathe -
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around and 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
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave
- One Of These Days -
One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces.
- Time -
Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
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, 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 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 naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation 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 spells
- The Great Gig in the Sky -
And I am not frightened of dying,
any time will do, I don't mind.
Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it,
you've gotta go sometime.
I never said I was frightened of dying.
- 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
He always ate in the Steak Bar
He loved to drive in his Jaguar
So welcome to the machine
Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome to the machine
Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome to the machine
Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome to the machine
Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome to the machine
I'm sorry! I was wrong!
I don't care.
Get the fuck out of my house!
- Déjà Vu -
If I had been God
resistant to alcohol and less prone to aging
If I had been God
I would have sired many sons and I would not
have suffered the Romans to kill even one of them
If I had been God with my staff and my rod
If I had been given the nod
I believe I could have done a better job
And if I were a drone
Patrolling foreign skies
With my electronic eyes for guidance
And the element of surprise
I would be afraid to find someone home
Maybe a woman at a stove
Baking bread, making rice‚ or just boiling down some bones
If I were a drone
Lay down Jerusalem
Lay your burden down
Lay down Jerusalem
Lay your burden down
The temple's in ruins
The bankers get fat
The buffalo's gone
And the mountain top's flat
The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodites
You lean to the left but you vote to the right
And it feels like déjà vu
The sun goes down and I'm still missing you
Counting the cost of love that got lost
And under my Gulf Stream‚ in circular pools
There's ninety-nine cents' worth of drunkards and fools
- The Last Refugee -
And it's also the end of broadcasting for Thursday,
the end of broadcasting for 1970.
Seven to severe hail, nine,
decreasing six in Humber later.
Rain then showers, moderate to poor becoming good.
Southwesterly, six to gale eight. Occasionally, severe gale nine.
At the third stroke, it will be 11:24 and 50 seconds.
At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely.
This is the British Broadcasting Corporation.
At the third stroke,
- it will be 8:57, precisely. -In north southwesterly, 4 or 5,
otherwise variable rainfall, mainly northerly in the southeast.
And a Happy New Year to you all.
At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely.
Goodnight, everyone.
Lie with me now
Under lemon tree skies
Show me the shy,
slow smile you keep hidden By warm brown eyes
Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely apart
And wonder at love's sweet ache And the wild beat of my heart
Oh, rhapsody tearing me apart
And I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my child
She was taking a last look at the sea
Wading through dreams, up to our knees in warm ocean swells
While bathing belles, soft beneath
Hard bitten shells punch their iPhones
Erasing the numbers of redundant lovers
And search the horizon
And you'll find my child
Down by the shore
Digging around for a chain or a bone
Searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea
The last refugee
- Picture That -
Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail
Tossing away your last cigarette
Picture your finger pushing the doorbell
Picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat
Picture yourself on the streets of Laredo
Picture the casbah, picture Japan
Picture your kid with his hand on the trigger
Picture prosthetics in Afghanistan
Oh, picture that
Picture a courthouse with no fucking laws
Picture a cathouse with no fucking whores
Picture a shithouse with no fucking drains
Picture a leader with no fucking brains
No fucking brains
Follow me filming myself at the show On
a phone from a seat in the very front row
Follow Miss Universe catching some rays
"Wish You Were Here" in Guantanamo Bay
Picture a seat on a private plane
Picture your feet nailed to the floor
Picture a crew who are clearly insane
Picture no windows, picture no doors
Glued to a screen in the state of Nevada
To follow the dream gets harder and harder
Picture her wrapping a gift for the wedding
Picture her boiling the water for tea
Picture the kids climbing into the backseat
Picture my hand turning the key
Oh, picture that
Picture the dog in the pickup ahead
Picture the tree at the side of the road
Picture my hands growing steadily colder
Colder
Follow me down to a place by the river
Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver
Why so weedy, so fucking needy
There’s no such thing as being too greedy
And discipline remains merciful.
Yes. And I’m with you.
- 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
I wish that you were here
- 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 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, Pt. 2 -
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, 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
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
- Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 3 -
I don't need no arms 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 anything at all
No, don't think I'll need anything at all
All in all, it was all just bricks in the wall
All in all, you were all just bricks in the wall
All in all, you were all just bricks in the wall
All in all, you were all just bricks in the wall
یا سگ ها
- Dogs -
You got to be crazy,
you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
and when you're on the street
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You got to 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 an 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,
and 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 lose 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
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
Pigs -
Big man, pig man
Haha, charade you are
You well-heeled big wheel
Haha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh,
almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Sayin', "Keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find
Down in the pig mine?
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh, but you're really a cry
Bus stop rat bag
Haha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag
Haha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hatpin
And good fun with a handgun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh, but you're really a cry
مری وایت هاوس طرفدار جدی سانسور در تلویزیون و یک متعصب مذهبی،
پیرزنی که در تلویزیون حاضر می شود تا جلوی منحرف شدن جوان ها را بگیرد.
!!عوضی هایی که کثافت وجودیشان را پشت اخلاق گرایی پنهان می کنند
Hey you, Whitehouse
Haha, charade you are
You house proud town mouse
Haha, charade you are
You're tryin' to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
You! Gotta stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary, you're nearly a treat
Mary, you're nearly a treat, but you're really a cry
So, here's the story, folks.
Well, I guess one of the reasons I'm here today is to tell you...
I won. I won.
And the other thing, chaos.
There's zero chaos.
We are running...
This is a fine-tuned machine.
I won. I won.
This is a fine-tuned machine.
The news is fake.
- Money -
Money, get away
Get a good job with more 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
ماشین نو، خاویار، رویاپردازی چهار ستاره
Think I'll buy me a football team
Money, get back
I'm alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that do-goody-good bullshit
I'm in the high-fidelity first class travelling set
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
Yes, absolutely in the right!
I certainly was in the right!
You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising.
I've been dying to do it for fucking ages.
I'm definitely in the right...
- I was in the right. -Yeah, absolutely in the right.
I certainly was in the right!
I don't know, I was really drunk at the time.
Yeah.
- 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"
So if you give 'em a quick short, sharp, shock,
they won't do it again.
Dig it? I mean he get off lightly.
'Cause I would've given him a thrashing I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion.
Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind
For the 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 paperboy 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
You rearrange 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 you feel
And all that you love and all that you hate
All you distrust‚ 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
all you create and all you destroy
all that you do and all that you say
all that you eat and everyone you meet
all that you slight and everyone you fight
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
Thank you so much.
We can't thank you people enough
for the reception that you've given to this band and to this music.
We need the love that is in this room
to spread gently all over the world
if we are to have any chance of figuring out
how to empathize with our fellow
human beings enough to act collectively
and to stop the pigs destroying
this fragile and beautiful planet upon which we live.
We do believe in human rights,
and we believe they should be equal for all our brothers and sisters
all over the world,
notwithstanding their ethnicity,
or religion, or nationality.
So that would include our brothers and sisters in Palestine.
Lay Down Jerusalem -
if you were a Muslim
And I was a Jew
If I were a Mennonite
And you were an Hindu
Would we exchange
The weight of these chains
Chains of belief
And the carnage on the trains to turn over a new leaf
If I had been god
I would not have chosen anyone
I would have laid an even hand
On all my children everyone
Would have been content
To forgo Ramadan and Lent
Time better spent
In the company of friends
Breaking bread and mending nets
That was so good!
I've been mad for fucking years,
absolutely years.
I've been over the edge for yonks.
Working with bands so long, I think, "Crikey..."
Pitch, or tar, or whatever it was, it doesn't matter much anymore.
I've always been mad, I know I've been mad,
like the most of us are.
Where are you now?
Don't answer that.
Very hard to explain why you're mad,
even if you're not mad.
Who gives a fuck? It's never really over.
- Breathe -
Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care
Leave but don't leave me
Look around and 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
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave
- One Of These Days -
One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces.
- Time -
Ticking away the moments that make up the dull day
Fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown
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, 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 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 naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation 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 spells
- The Great Gig in the Sky -
And I am not frightened of dying,
any time will do, I don't mind.
Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it,
you've gotta go sometime.
I never said I was frightened of dying.
- 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
He always ate in the Steak Bar
He loved to drive in his Jaguar
So welcome to the machine
Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome to the machine
Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome to the machine
Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome to the machine
Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome, Welcome to the machine
I'm sorry! I was wrong!
I don't care.
Get the fuck out of my house!
- Déjà Vu -
If I had been God
resistant to alcohol and less prone to aging
If I had been God
I would have sired many sons and I would not
have suffered the Romans to kill even one of them
If I had been God with my staff and my rod
If I had been given the nod
I believe I could have done a better job
And if I were a drone
Patrolling foreign skies
With my electronic eyes for guidance
And the element of surprise
I would be afraid to find someone home
Maybe a woman at a stove
Baking bread, making rice‚ or just boiling down some bones
If I were a drone
Lay down Jerusalem
Lay your burden down
Lay down Jerusalem
Lay your burden down
The temple's in ruins
The bankers get fat
The buffalo's gone
And the mountain top's flat
The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodites
You lean to the left but you vote to the right
And it feels like déjà vu
The sun goes down and I'm still missing you
Counting the cost of love that got lost
And under my Gulf Stream‚ in circular pools
There's ninety-nine cents' worth of drunkards and fools
- The Last Refugee -
And it's also the end of broadcasting for Thursday,
the end of broadcasting for 1970.
Seven to severe hail, nine,
decreasing six in Humber later.
Rain then showers, moderate to poor becoming good.
Southwesterly, six to gale eight. Occasionally, severe gale nine.
At the third stroke, it will be 11:24 and 50 seconds.
At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely.
This is the British Broadcasting Corporation.
At the third stroke,
- it will be 8:57, precisely. -In north southwesterly, 4 or 5,
otherwise variable rainfall, mainly northerly in the southeast.
And a Happy New Year to you all.
At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely.
Goodnight, everyone.
Lie with me now
Under lemon tree skies
Show me the shy,
slow smile you keep hidden By warm brown eyes
Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely apart
And wonder at love's sweet ache And the wild beat of my heart
Oh, rhapsody tearing me apart
And I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my child
She was taking a last look at the sea
Wading through dreams, up to our knees in warm ocean swells
While bathing belles, soft beneath
Hard bitten shells punch their iPhones
Erasing the numbers of redundant lovers
And search the horizon
And you'll find my child
Down by the shore
Digging around for a chain or a bone
Searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea
The last refugee
- Picture That -
Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail
Tossing away your last cigarette
Picture your finger pushing the doorbell
Picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat
Picture yourself on the streets of Laredo
Picture the casbah, picture Japan
Picture your kid with his hand on the trigger
Picture prosthetics in Afghanistan
Oh, picture that
Picture a courthouse with no fucking laws
Picture a cathouse with no fucking whores
Picture a shithouse with no fucking drains
Picture a leader with no fucking brains
No fucking brains
Follow me filming myself at the show On
a phone from a seat in the very front row
Follow Miss Universe catching some rays
"Wish You Were Here" in Guantanamo Bay
Picture a seat on a private plane
Picture your feet nailed to the floor
Picture a crew who are clearly insane
Picture no windows, picture no doors
Glued to a screen in the state of Nevada
To follow the dream gets harder and harder
Picture her wrapping a gift for the wedding
Picture her boiling the water for tea
Picture the kids climbing into the backseat
Picture my hand turning the key
Oh, picture that
Picture the dog in the pickup ahead
Picture the tree at the side of the road
Picture my hands growing steadily colder
Colder
Follow me down to a place by the river
Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver
Why so weedy, so fucking needy
There’s no such thing as being too greedy
And discipline remains merciful.
Yes. And I’m with you.
- 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
I wish that you were here
- 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 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, Pt. 2 -
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, 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
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
- Another Brick in the Wall, Pt. 3 -
I don't need no arms 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 anything at all
No, don't think I'll need anything at all
All in all, it was all just bricks in the wall
All in all, you were all just bricks in the wall
All in all, you were all just bricks in the wall
All in all, you were all just bricks in the wall
یا سگ ها
- Dogs -
You got to be crazy,
you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
and when you're on the street
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
You got to 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 an 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,
and 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 lose 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
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
Pigs -
Big man, pig man
Haha, charade you are
You well-heeled big wheel
Haha, charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart
You're nearly a good laugh,
almost a joker
With your head down in the pig bin
Sayin', "Keep on digging"
Pig stain on your fat chin
What do you hope to find
Down in the pig mine?
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh, but you're really a cry
Bus stop rat bag
Haha, charade you are
You fucked up old hag
Haha, charade you are
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass
You're nearly a good laugh
Almost worth a quick grin
You like the feel of steel
You're hot stuff with a hatpin
And good fun with a handgun
You're nearly a laugh
You're nearly a laugh, but you're really a cry
مری وایت هاوس طرفدار جدی سانسور در تلویزیون و یک متعصب مذهبی،
پیرزنی که در تلویزیون حاضر می شود تا جلوی منحرف شدن جوان ها را بگیرد.
!!عوضی هایی که کثافت وجودیشان را پشت اخلاق گرایی پنهان می کنند
Hey you, Whitehouse
Haha, charade you are
You house proud town mouse
Haha, charade you are
You're tryin' to keep our feelings off the street
You're nearly a real treat
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
You! Gotta stem the evil tide
And keep it all on the inside
Mary, you're nearly a treat
Mary, you're nearly a treat, but you're really a cry
So, here's the story, folks.
Well, I guess one of the reasons I'm here today is to tell you...
I won. I won.
And the other thing, chaos.
There's zero chaos.
We are running...
This is a fine-tuned machine.
I won. I won.
This is a fine-tuned machine.
The news is fake.
- Money -
Money, get away
Get a good job with more 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
ماشین نو، خاویار، رویاپردازی چهار ستاره
Think I'll buy me a football team
Money, get back
I'm alright, Jack, keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it's a hit
Don't give me that do-goody-good bullshit
I'm in the high-fidelity first class travelling set
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
Yes, absolutely in the right!
I certainly was in the right!
You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising.
I've been dying to do it for fucking ages.
I'm definitely in the right...
- I was in the right. -Yeah, absolutely in the right.
I certainly was in the right!
I don't know, I was really drunk at the time.
Yeah.
- 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"
So if you give 'em a quick short, sharp, shock,
they won't do it again.
Dig it? I mean he get off lightly.
'Cause I would've given him a thrashing I only hit him once!
It was only a difference of opinion.
Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind
For the 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 paperboy 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
You rearrange 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 you feel
And all that you love and all that you hate
All you distrust‚ 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
all you create and all you destroy
all that you do and all that you say
all that you eat and everyone you meet
all that you slight and everyone you fight
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
Thank you so much.
We can't thank you people enough
for the reception that you've given to this band and to this music.
We need the love that is in this room
to spread gently all over the world
if we are to have any chance of figuring out
how to empathize with our fellow
human beings enough to act collectively
and to stop the pigs destroying
this fragile and beautiful planet upon which we live.
We do believe in human rights,
and we believe they should be equal for all our brothers and sisters
all over the world,
notwithstanding their ethnicity,
or religion, or nationality.
So that would include our brothers and sisters in Palestine.
Lay Down Jerusalem -
if you were a Muslim
And I was a Jew
If I were a Mennonite
And you were an Hindu
Would we exchange
The weight of these chains
Chains of belief
And the carnage on the trains to turn over a new leaf
If I had been god
I would not have chosen anyone
I would have laid an even hand
On all my children everyone
Would have been content
To forgo Ramadan and Lent
Time better spent
In the company of friends
Breaking bread and mending nets
That was so good!