Roger Waters: In the Flesh Live (2000) - full transcript
The documentary of Roger Waters' "In the Flesh" tour. This includes interviews and his solo version of some Pink Floyd songs.
Go to the show and see
The hosepipe of his trouser dick
Roll up your eyes
And show your membership card
Be happy and be hip
Don't knock the good ship rock and roll
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
Against the wall
There's one in the spotlight Now he don't look right to me
- Get him up against the wall -Against the
And that one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon
Who let all this riff raff 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 you shot
You! Yes, you!
Stand still, laddie!
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
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
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 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
Teacher, leave them kids alone
Hey, teacher
Leave those kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb
Mother, do you think they'Il like this song
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls
Mother, should I build a wall
Mother, should I run for president
Mother, should I trust the government
Mama, will they put me in the firing line
Is it just a waste of time
Hush now, baby, baby Don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all of your night mares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
And Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe
Of course Mama'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
Mama, will she tear your little boy apart
Mother, will she break my heart
Hush now, baby, baby Don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
Mama's gonna wait up 'til you get in
Mama will always find out where you've been
Mama's gonna keep baby
Healthy and clean
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe You'll always be baby to me
Mother, did it need to be so high
Oi! Get your filthy hands off my desert!
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
Maggie, what have you done
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 good-bye again
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
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
You gotta be crazy
You gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
When you're on the street
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat
With your eyes closed
Then moving in silently
Downwind and out of sight
You 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 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 gonna get harder
Harder and harder
As you get older
Yeah, in the end you'll pack up
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
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
Breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
Who was dragged down
By the stone
Welcome, my son
Welcome to the machine
Where have you been
It's all right 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
Welcome
To the machine
Welcome
To the machine
Welcome, my son
Welcome to the machine
What did you dream
It's all right We told you what to dream
You dreamed of a big star
He played a mean guitar
But he always ate at the Steak Bar
And he loved to drive in his Jaguar
So welcome
Welcome
To the machine
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
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
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
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
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 cross fire
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 - You crazy diamond
Well, you wore out your welcome
With random precision
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 layers
And I'll be joining you there
Shine on
- You crazy diamond - You crazy diamond
And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph
Sail on the steel breeze
Come on, you boychild
You winner and loser
Come on, you miner for truth and delusion
And shine
Shine
Shine
Shine
Shine
Ooh, shine
Shine
Shine
Shine
Ooh, shine
Shine
Shine
Ooh, shine
Shine
Shine
Oh, shine
Shine
Shine
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
One inch of love is one inch 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
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
Witness the man who raves 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
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
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
Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
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
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 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, 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 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
Faraway across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
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
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 Learjet
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
Away
Away
Away
Away
Away
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 recognize
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 seaside 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 loading ramps
And faces blurred by rubber stamps I recognize
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 recognize
The hope you kindle
In your eyes
And so
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
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 a 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 ledger
And the Germans killed the Jews and the Jews killed the Arabs
And the Arabs killed the hostages and that is the news
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's a stranger
History's 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 9.:00
Hold on Hold on, soldier
Darling is the child
Warm in the bed tonight
Hi, everybody, I'm Marv Albert, and welcome to our telecast...
coming to you live from Memorial Stadium.
It's a beautifulday, and today we expect a sensational match up.
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
And here come the players!
As I speak to you now, the captain has his crosshairs...
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 a year?
- Uh, that's less tax, Marv. - Yeah, less tax.
- Thank you, Emery. - You're welcome.
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
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 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 US 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 frontline 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
Three thousand 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
Miraculous, you call it, babe
You ain't seen nothin' yet
They got Pepsi in the Andes
They got McDonald's 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 have 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 got Mercedes We got Porsche
Ferrari and Rolls-Royce
We got choice
She said, Meet me in the Garden
Of Gethsemane, 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
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 and years
An earthquake hits the theatre
But the operetta lingers
Then the piano lid comes down
Breaks his fucking fingers
It's a miracle
Doctor, Doctor what is wrong with me
The supermarket life
Is getting long
What is the heart life
Of a color 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 onto
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 oohed and ahhed We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed lookout spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped round the TV set
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
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
It has amused itself to death
Amused
Itself to death
Amused
Itself to death
Amused
Itself to death
Amused
Itself to death
Amused
Itself to death
Amused
Itself to death
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 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
And you re-arrange me 'til 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
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
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
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'll 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'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
O.K.
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more aaah
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 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
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 burned-out shell
Of some Albanian farm
And 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
Her touch gives absolution then
Across the great divide
He picks his way back through the broken
China of her life
And there at the kerb the Samaritan Serb
Turns and waves
Good-bye
-And each small candle - Each small candle
- Lights a corner of the dark - Lights a corner of the dark
- Each small candle - Each small candle
- Lights a corner of the dark - 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 irons stop burning
- When the children can be children - When the desperadoes weaken
- When the tide rolls in to greet them -And the natural law of science
- Greets the humble and the mighty -And a billion candles burning
Lights the dark side of every human mind
Each small candle
Each small candle
Each small candle
Each small candle
Each small candle
Each small candle lights
The dark side of every human mind
-And each small candle - Each small candle
Lights a corner
Of the dark
The hosepipe of his trouser dick
Roll up your eyes
And show your membership card
Be happy and be hip
Don't knock the good ship rock and roll
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
Against the wall
There's one in the spotlight Now he don't look right to me
- Get him up against the wall -Against the
And that one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon
Who let all this riff raff 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 you shot
You! Yes, you!
Stand still, laddie!
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
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
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 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
Teacher, leave them kids alone
Hey, teacher
Leave those kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb
Mother, do you think they'Il like this song
Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls
Mother, should I build a wall
Mother, should I run for president
Mother, should I trust the government
Mama, will they put me in the firing line
Is it just a waste of time
Hush now, baby, baby Don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all of your night mares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
And Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe
Of course Mama'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
Mama, will she tear your little boy apart
Mother, will she break my heart
Hush now, baby, baby Don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
Mama's gonna wait up 'til you get in
Mama will always find out where you've been
Mama's gonna keep baby
Healthy and clean
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe
Ooh, babe You'll always be baby to me
Mother, did it need to be so high
Oi! Get your filthy hands off my desert!
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
Maggie, what have you done
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 good-bye again
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
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
You gotta be crazy
You gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
When you're on the street
You got to be able to pick out the easy meat
With your eyes closed
Then moving in silently
Downwind and out of sight
You 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 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 gonna get harder
Harder and harder
As you get older
Yeah, in the end you'll pack up
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
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
Breaking away from the pack
Who was only a stranger at home
Only a stranger at home
Who was ground down in the end
Ground down in the end
Who was found dead on the phone
Found dead on the phone
Who was dragged down by the stone
Who was dragged down
By the stone
Welcome, my son
Welcome to the machine
Where have you been
It's all right 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
Welcome
To the machine
Welcome
To the machine
Welcome, my son
Welcome to the machine
What did you dream
It's all right We told you what to dream
You dreamed of a big star
He played a mean guitar
But he always ate at the Steak Bar
And he loved to drive in his Jaguar
So welcome
Welcome
To the machine
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
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
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
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
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 cross fire
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 - You crazy diamond
Well, you wore out your welcome
With random precision
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 layers
And I'll be joining you there
Shine on
- You crazy diamond - You crazy diamond
And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph
Sail on the steel breeze
Come on, you boychild
You winner and loser
Come on, you miner for truth and delusion
And shine
Shine
Shine
Shine
Shine
Ooh, shine
Shine
Shine
Shine
Ooh, shine
Shine
Shine
Ooh, shine
Shine
Shine
Oh, shine
Shine
Shine
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
One inch of love is one inch 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
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
Witness the man who raves 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
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
The heart of the sun The heart of the sun
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
Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
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
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 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, 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 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
Faraway across the field
The tolling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spell
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
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 Learjet
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
Away
Away
Away
Away
Away
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 recognize
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 seaside 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 loading ramps
And faces blurred by rubber stamps I recognize
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 recognize
The hope you kindle
In your eyes
And so
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
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 a 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 ledger
And the Germans killed the Jews and the Jews killed the Arabs
And the Arabs killed the hostages and that is the news
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's a stranger
History's 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 9.:00
Hold on Hold on, soldier
Darling is the child
Warm in the bed tonight
Hi, everybody, I'm Marv Albert, and welcome to our telecast...
coming to you live from Memorial Stadium.
It's a beautifulday, and today we expect a sensational match up.
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
And here come the players!
As I speak to you now, the captain has his crosshairs...
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 a year?
- Uh, that's less tax, Marv. - Yeah, less tax.
- Thank you, Emery. - You're welcome.
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
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 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 US 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 frontline 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
Three thousand 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
Miraculous, you call it, babe
You ain't seen nothin' yet
They got Pepsi in the Andes
They got McDonald's 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 have 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 got Mercedes We got Porsche
Ferrari and Rolls-Royce
We got choice
She said, Meet me in the Garden
Of Gethsemane, 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
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 and years
An earthquake hits the theatre
But the operetta lingers
Then the piano lid comes down
Breaks his fucking fingers
It's a miracle
Doctor, Doctor what is wrong with me
The supermarket life
Is getting long
What is the heart life
Of a color 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 onto
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 oohed and ahhed We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed lookout spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped round the TV set
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
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
It has amused itself to death
Amused
Itself to death
Amused
Itself to death
Amused
Itself to death
Amused
Itself to death
Amused
Itself to death
Amused
Itself to death
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 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
And you re-arrange me 'til 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
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
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
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'll 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'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
O.K.
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more aaah
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 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
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 burned-out shell
Of some Albanian farm
And 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
Her touch gives absolution then
Across the great divide
He picks his way back through the broken
China of her life
And there at the kerb the Samaritan Serb
Turns and waves
Good-bye
-And each small candle - Each small candle
- Lights a corner of the dark - Lights a corner of the dark
- Each small candle - Each small candle
- Lights a corner of the dark - 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 irons stop burning
- When the children can be children - When the desperadoes weaken
- When the tide rolls in to greet them -And the natural law of science
- Greets the humble and the mighty -And a billion candles burning
Lights the dark side of every human mind
Each small candle
Each small candle
Each small candle
Each small candle
Each small candle
Each small candle lights
The dark side of every human mind
-And each small candle - Each small candle
Lights a corner
Of the dark