This page will first contain the lyrics to songs
on the Listening List, but may eventually contain all lyrics to songs on
the website. Their primary purpose is to provide a resource for the
student using the worksheet to analyze the
songs as they listen to them. Click on the title of the song to read
a review of the piece on its album page. Most of these were copied
from the liner notes, and I know the first drafts contain a few deviations
from the way the songs were actually recorded, and live versions often
varied from the original album cuts. Profanities have been altered
because this is a school website.
Early Releases
Arnold
Layne Arnold Layne, had a strange hobby. Collecting
clothes. Moonshine - washing line - they suit him fine. On the wall hung a tall mirror. Distorted view,
see through baby blue. He dug it. Oh Arnold Layne, it's not the same. Take's two to know. Two to know. Why can't you see? Arnold Layne. Now he's caught, a nasty sort of person. They gave him time. Doors bang, chain gang.
He'd hate it. Oh Arnold Layne, it's not the same. Take's two to know. Two to know. Why can't you see? Arnold Layne. Arnold Layne'll do it again.
See
Emily Play Emily tries, but misunderstands. She's often inclined to borrow somebody's dreams 'til
tomorrow. There is no other day. Let's try it another
way. You'll lose your mind and play free games for May. See Emily Play. Soon after dark, Emily cries. Gazing through trees in sorrow, hardly a sound 'til
tomorrow. There is no other day. Let's try it another
way. You'll lose your mind and play free games for May. See Emily Play. Put on a gown that touches the ground. Float on, a reveler forever and ever, Emily. There is no other day. Let's try it another
way. You'll lose your mind and play free games for May. See Emily Play.
Bike I've got a bike, you can ride it if you like, It's got a basket, a bell that rings, and things to
make it look good. I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world,
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things. I've got a cloak, it's a bit of a joke, There's a tear up the front; it's red and black, I've had it for months. If you think it could
look good then I guess it should. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world,
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things. I know a mouse and he hasn't got a house; I don't
know why I call him Gerald. He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world,
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things. I've got a clan of gingerbread men. Here a man,
there a man, lots of gingerbread men. Take a couple if you wish, they're on the dish. You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world,
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things. I know a room of musical tunes. Some rhyme,
some ching, most of them are clockwork. Let's go into the other room and make them work.
Astronomy
Domine Lime and limpid green, a second scene, a fight between
the blue you once knew. Floating down the sound resounds around the icy waters
underground Jupiter and Saturn, Oberon, Miranda and Titania; Neptune, Titan, Stars can frighten... Blinding signs flap flicker flicker flicker Blam pow
pow Stairway scare Dan Dare who's there... Lime and limpid green the sound surrounds the icy
waters under Lime and limpid green the sound surrounds the icy
waters underground.
Pow
R Toc H This song has no lyrics, but plenty of Tookie-Tookie
birds.
Take
Up Thy Stethoscope and Walk Doctor, doctor I'm in bed. Doctor, doctor aching head. Doctor, doctor gold is lead. Doctor, doctor choke on bread. Doctor, doctor underfed. Doctor, doctor gold is lead. Doctor, doctor Jesus bled. Doctor, doctor pain is red. Doctor, doctor dark doom gruel ghoul greasy spoon Used spoon dark doom. Music seems to help the pain seems to motivate the
brain Doctor kindly tell your wife that I'm alive. Flowers thrive. Realise. Realise.
Realise.
Let
There Be More Light Far, far away people heard him say, "I will find a
way. There will come a day; Something will be done." Then at last the mighty ship descending on a point
of flame made contact with the human race as Mildenhall. Now is the time to be be be aware, Carter's father saw it there and knew the Rhull revealed
to him, The living soul of Hereward the Wake. Oh my, something in my eye, something in the sky,
waiting there for me. The outer lock rolled slowly back, the servicemen
were heard to sigh, For there, revealed in flowing robes, was Lucy in
the sky. Oh, Oh, did you ever? No, no, never ever will
they. I'll say! Summoning his cosmic power his psychic emanations
flowed.
Set
The Controls For The Heart of The Sun Little by little the night turns around, counting
the leaves which tremble at dawn. Lotuses lean on each other in yearning, under the
eaves, a swallow is resting. Set the controls for the heart of the sun. Over the mountain, watching the watcher; breaking
the darkness, waking the grapevine. Knowledge of love is knowledge of shadow; love is
the shadow that ripens the wine. Set the controls for the heart of the sun. 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
you remember the lesson of giving? Set the controls for the heart of the sun. Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
[In the Ummagumma version, Roger substitutes the
phrase "one inch" for the word "knowledge" above.]
Cirrus
Minor In a churchyard, by a river, lazing in the haze of
midday, Laughing in the grasses and the graves, Yellow bird, you are not long in singing and in flying
on. In laughing and in leaving, willow weeping in the
water. Waving to the river-daughters, swaying in the ripples
and the reeds. On a trip to Cirrus Minor, saw a crater in the Sun
a thousand miles of moolight later.
Nile
Song I was standing by the Nile when I saw the lady smile. I would take her for a while, for a while. Like tears that like a child, how her golden hair
was blowing wild. Then she spread her wings to fly. For to fly. Soaring high above the breezes, going always where
she pleases, She will make it to the island in the Sun. I will follow in her shadow, and I'll watch her from
my window. One day, I will catch her. She is calling me
from the deep, Summoning my soul to endless sleep. She is bound
to drag me down. Drag me down.
Crying
Song We smile and smile. We smile and smile. Laughter echoes in your eyes. We climb and climb. We climb and climb. Footfalls softly in the pines. We cry and cry. We cry and cry. Sadness passes in a while. We roll and roll. We roll and roll. Help me roll away the stone.
Cymbaline The path you tread is narrow, and the drop sheer and
very high. The ravens all are watching from a vantage point nearby. Apprehension creeping like a tube train up your spine. Will the tightrope reach the end? Will the final
couplet rhyme? And it's high time, Cymbaline, it's high time Cymbaline. Please wake me. A butterfly with broken wings is falling by your side. The ravens all are closing in; there's nowhere you
can hide. Your manager and agent are both busy on the phone,
selling coloured photographs to magazines back home. And it's high time, Cymbaline, it's high time, Cymbaline. Please wake me. The lines converging where you stand, they must have
moved the picture plain. The leaves are heavy 'round your feet; you hear the
thunder of the train. Suddenly it strikes you that they're moving into range. And Doctor Strange is always changing size. And it's high time, Cymbaline, it's high time Cymbaline. Please wake me. And it's high time, Cymbaline, it's high time Cymbaline. Please wake me.
Ibiza
Bar I'm so afraid of mistakes that I've made, Shaking every time that I awake - I feel like a cardboard
cut-out man. So, build me a time when the characters rhyme and
the story line is kind. I've aged and aged since the first page. I've
lived every line that you wrote. Take me down, take me down, from the shelf above your
head. And build me a time, when the characters rhyme and
the story line is kind. I live where I'm left, on the shelf like the rest,
and the epilogue reads like a sad song. Please, pick up your camera and use me again and build
me a time.
If If I were a swan, I'd be gone. If I were a train,
I'd be late. And if I were a good man, I'd talk with you more often
than I do. If I were asleep, I could dream. If I were afraid,
I could hide. If I go insane, please don't put your wires in my
brain. If I were the moon, I'd be cool. If I were a
rule, I would bend. If I were a good man, I'd understand the spaces between
friends. If I were alone, I would cry and if I were with you,
I'd be home and dry. And if I go insane will you still let me join in with
your game? If I were a swan, I'd be gone. If I were a train,
I'd be late again. And if I were a good man, I'd talk with you more often
than I do.
Fat
Old Sun When that fat old sun in the sky is fallin', summer
evening birds are calling; Summer Sunday and a year, the sound of music in my
ears. Distant bells, new mown grass smells so sweet by the
river holding hands. Roll me up and lay me down. And if you see, don't make a sound, pick your feet
up off the ground. And if you hear as the warm night falls, a silver
sound from a tongue so strange Sing to me, sing to me... When that fat old sun in the sky is fallin', summer
evening birds are calling; Children's laughter in my ears, the last sunlight
disappears. And if you see, don't make a sound. Pick your
feet up off the ground. And if you hear as the warm night falls, a silver
sound from a tongue so strange, Sing to me, sing to me...
One
of These Days One of these days, I'm going to cut you into little
pieces.
Pillow
of Winds A cloud of eiderdown draws around me, softening the
sound. Sleepytime, when I lie with my love by my side, and she's breathing low, and the candle dies. When night comes down, you lock the door, the book
falls to the floor. As darkness falls and waves roll by, the seasons change,
the wind is warm. Now wakes the owl; now sleeps the swan; behold a dream;
the dream is gone. Green fields, a cold rain is falling in a golden dawn. And deep beneath the ground the early morning sounds,
and I go down. Sleepytime when I lie with my love by my side, And she's breathing low, and I rise like a bird. In the haze when the first rays touch the sky and
the night winds die.
Fearless You say the hill's to steep to climb, climging. You say you'd like to see me try climbing. You pick the place and I'll choose the time, And I'll climb the hill in my own way, just wait awhile
for the right day. And as I rise above the treeline 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 looks 'round, frowning. And who's the fool who wears the crown? No doubt
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.
Echoes Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air, And deep beneath the rolling waves, in labyriths of
coral caves, The echo of a distant time comes willowing across
the sand, And everything is green and submarine. And no one showed us to the land, and no one knows
the wheres or whys, But something stirs and something tries, and starts
to climb towards the light. Strangers passing in the street, by chance two sep'rate
glances meet, And I am you and what I see is me. And do I take you by the hand, and lead you through
the land, And help me understand the best I can? And no one calls us to move on, and no one forces
down our eyes, And no one speaks and no one tries and no one flies
around the sun. Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes, Inviting and inciting me to rise. And through the window in the wall, comes streaming
in on sunlight wings, A million bright ambassadors of morning. And no one sings me lullabyes, and no one makes me
close my eyes, And so I throw the windows wide and call to you across
the sky.
Speak
to Me / Breathe (Speak to Me is instrumental, and has no words.) Breathe, breathe in the air. Don't be afraid
to care. Leave, but don't leave me. Look around, choose
your own ground. For long you live and high you fly, and smiles you'll
give and tears you'll cry, And all you touch and all you see is all your life
will ever be. Run, rabbit run. Dig that hole, forget the sun. And when at last the work is done, don't sit down
it's time to 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 towards
an early grave. (The Reprise comes after On The Run, and Time) Home, home again. I like to be here when I can. When I come home cold and tired it's good to warm
my bones beside the fire. Far away across the field, the tolling of the iron
bell Calls the faithful to their knees to hear the softly
spoken magic spell.
Time Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day, You fritter and waste the hours in and offhand way. Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town, Waiting for someone or something to show you the way. Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch
the rain? You are young and life is long and there is time to
kill today. And then one day you find ten years have got behind
you. No one told you when to run; you missed the starting
gun. And you run and you run to catch up with the sun,
but it's sinking, And racing around to come up behind you again. 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 is the English way, The time is gone, the song is over, thought I'd something
more to say...
Money Money. Get away. Get a good job with more
pay and you're OK. 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 alright Jack, keep
your hands off my stack. Money. It's a hit. Don't give me that
do-goody-good bulls**t. I'm in the hi-fidelity first-class traveling 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.
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 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 want of the price of a tea and a slice the old
man died.
Brain
Damage The lunatic is on the grass. The lunatic is
on the grass. Remembering game 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
everyday 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 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 rearrange
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 cloudbursts 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. All that you see.
All that you taste. All you feel. All that you love. All that you hate.
All you distrust. All you save. All that you give. All that you deal.
All that you buy, beg, borrow or steal. All you create. All you destroy. All that
you do. All that you say. All that you slight; everyone you fight. All that is now. 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.
Shine
On You Crazy Diamond [Parts I-V] Remember when you were young? You shone like
the sun. Shine on you crazy diamond. Now there's that look in your eyes, like black holes
in the sky. Shine on you crazy diamond. You were caught in the crossfire of childhood and
stardom, Blown on the steel breeze. Come on you target for far away 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 to the
light. Shine on 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! [This is where the song diverges. After the
other pieces, it returns with Parts VI - IX] 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. And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph, and sail on the steel breeze. Come on you boy-child, you winner and loser, Come on you miner for truth and delusion and shine!
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, but 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.
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 sincere. The band is just fantastic, that is really what I
think. Oh, by the way, which one's Pink? And did we tell you 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 h**l of a 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 H**l, 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 the
lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here. We're just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl year
after year. Runnin' over the same old ground. What have
we found? The same old fears. Wish you were here.
Pigs
On The Wing 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. [When the loop is complete, we get the second part
of the song.] You know that I care what happens to you. And I know that you care for me. So I don't feel alone, or the weight of the stone, Now that I've found somewhere safe to bury my bone. And any fool knows a dog needs a home, A shelter from pigs on the wing.
Dogs You gotta be crazy, gotta have a real need. You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the
street, You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your
eyes closed. And then moving in silently, downwind and out of sight, You gotta strike when the moment is right without
thinking. And after awhile, you can work on points for style. Like the club tie, and the firm handshake, A certain look in the eye, and and 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. And in the end you'll pack up, fly down south, hide
your head in the sand, Just another sad old man, all alone, dying of cancer.
And when you lose control, you'll reap the heartache
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, 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?
Pigs
(Three Different Ones) (1) Big man. Pig man. Ha, ha charade
you are. You well-heeled big wheel, ha ha, 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, Saying, "Keep on diggin'." What do you hope to find when you're down in the pig
mine? You're nearly a laugh. You're nearly a laugh, But you're really a cry. (2) Bus stop rat bag, ha ha, charade you are. You f***ed up old hag, ha had, charade you are. You radiate cold shafts of broken glass. You're nearly a good laugh. Almost 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. (3) Hey you, Whitehouse, ha ha, charade you
are. You house-proud town-mouse, ha ha, charade you are. You're trying to keep our feelings off the street. You're nearly a real treat, all tight lips and cold
feet. And do you feel abused? (Pant,Pant,Pant,Pant) 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.
Sheep Harmlessly passing your time in the grassland away, Only dimly aware of a sudden unease in the air, You better watch out, there may be dogs about. I've looked over Jordan and I've seen, things are
not what they seem. What do you get for pretending the danger's not real? Meek and obedient, you follow the leader Down well-trodden corridors into the valley of steel. What a surprise! A look of terminal shock in
your eyes. Now things are really what they seem. No, this is no bad dream. The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want. He makes me down to lie through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by. With bright knives he releaseth my soul. He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places. He converteth me to lamb cutlets. For lo, He hath great power and great hunger. When cometh the day we lowly ones through quiet
reflection And great dedication, master the art of Karate. Lo, we shall rise up, and then we'll make the bugger's
eyes water. Bleating and babbling we fell on his neck with a scream. Wave upon wave of demented avengers March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream. Have you heard the news? The dogs are dead. You better stay home and do as you're told. Get out of the road, if you want to grow old.
In
The Flesh? So ya thought ya might like to go the show. To feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space-cadet
glow. Tell me, is something confusing you, Sunshine? Is this not what you expected to see? If you'd like to find out what's behind these cold
eyes, You'll just have to claw your way through the disguise.
The Thin Ice Mamma loves her baby, and daddy loves you too. And the sea may look warm to you, baby, And the skies may look blue. But Ooooh babe - Ooooh baby blue - Ooooh 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 behind you as you claw
the thin ice.
Another
Brick in The Wall, Part 1 Daddy's flown across the ocean, leaving just a memory. A snapshot in the family album, Daddy, what else did
you leave for me? Daddy, what'd ya leave behind for me? All in all, it was just a brick in the wall. All in all, it was all just bricks in the wall.
The
Happiest Days of Our Lives When we grew up and went to school, There were certain teachers who would hurt the children
anyway they could, By pouring their derision upon anything we did, And 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, psychopathic wives would thrash them within
inches of their lives.
Another
Brick in The Wall, Part 2 We don't need no education. We don't need no thought control. No dark sarcasm in the classroom. Teachers, leave the kids alone. Hey, teacher, leave us kids alone. All in all, it's just another brick in the wall. All in all, you're just another brick in the wall.
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 b***s? 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? Mother, am I really dying?
Hush now, baby don't you cry. Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true. Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you. Mama's gonna keep you right hear under her wing. She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing. Mama will keep baby cozy and warm. Oooh babe. Oooh babe. Oooh babe. Of course mama'll help build the wall. 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 till you come in. Mama will always find out where you've been. Mama's gonna keep you healthy and clean. Oooh babe. Oooh babe. Oooh babe. You'll always be a baby to me.
Mother, did it need to be so high?
Goodbye, Blue Sky Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh. D-D-D-Did you see the frightened ones? D-D-D-Did
you hear the falling bombs? D-D-D-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? Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh. D-D-D-Did you see the frightened ones? D-D-D-Did
you hear the falling bombs? The flames are all long-gone, but the pain lingers
on. Goodbye, blue sky. Goodbye, blue sky.
Goodbye.
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. A stranger to this town.
Where are all the good times? Who's gonna show this stranger around? Oooooooooh, I need a dirty woman. Oooooooooh,
I need a dirty girl. Will some cold woman in this desert land make me feel
like a real man? Take this Rock & Roll refugee - Oooh babe, set
me free. Oooooooooh, I need a dirty woman. Oooooooooh,
I need a dirty girl.
One
of My Turns Day after day, love turns grey, like the skin of a
dying man. Night after night, we pretend it's alright, But I have grown older and you have grown colder and
nothing is very much fun anymore. And I feel one of my turns coming on. I feel cold as a razorblade, 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. Just 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 you like to see me try? Do you think it's time I stopped? Why are you running away? 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.
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've got some bad news for you, Sunshine, Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel. And they sent us along as a surrogate band, And we're going to find out where you fans really
stand. Are there any q****s in the theatre tonight? Get 'em up against the wall! There's one in the spotlight, he don't look right
to me. Get him up against the wall. That one looks Jewish, and that one's a c**n. Who let all this riff-raff into the room? There's one smoking a joint, and another with spots, If I had my way, I'd have you all shot.
Outside
the Wall All alone, or in twos, The ones who really love you Walk up and down outside the wall, Some hand in hand, some gathering together in bands. The bleeding hearts and the 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.
Another
Brick in The Wall, Part 3 I don't need no arm around me. 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.
Hey,
You Hey, you - out there in the cold, getting lonely, Getting old, can you feel me? Hey, you - standing in the aisles with itchy feet
and fading smiles, 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 on, 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 a 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, 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.
Run
Like H**l You'd better run like h**l. You'd 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 when the cockleshell shatters, And the hammers batter down the door. You'd better run like h**l. You'd better run all day and run all night, And keep your dirty feelings deep inside. And if you take your girlfriend out tonight, You'd 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'd better run.
Nobody
Home I've got a little black book with my poems in, Got a bag got a toothbrush and a comb in, When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone
in. I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on, Got those swollen hand blues, I got thirteen channels of s**t on the TV to choose
from. I've got electric light, and I've got second sight, I've 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've got the obligatory Hendrix perm, and the inevitable
pinhole burns, All down the front of my favorite satin shirt. I've got nicotine stains on my fingers. I've got a silver spoon on a chain. I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains. I've got wild staring eyes. I've got a strong
urge to fly. But I've got nowhere to fly to. Oooh, babe, when I pick up the phone, There's still nobody home. I've got a pair of Gohills boots, and I've got fading
roots.
Bring
the Boys Back Home Bring the boys back home. Bring the boys back
home. Don't leave the children on their own, bring the boys
back home.
Comfortably
Numb Hello! Is there anybody in there? Just nod if you can hear me. Is there anyone
at home? Come on now. I hear you're feeling down. I can ease your 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
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 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.
OK. Just a little pin-prick. There'll be no more Aaaaaaaaah!, 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
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
post war dream tell me true, tell me why was jesus crucified? Is it for this that daddy died? was it for you? was it for me? Did I watch
too much tv? is that a hint of accusation in your eyes? if it wasn't for the n**s being so good at building
ships, the yards would still be open on the clyde. and it can't be much fun for them, beneath the rising
sun, with all their kids committing suicide. what have we done, maggie? what have we done? what have we done to england? should we shout? should we scream, "what happened
to the postwar dream?" oh maggie, maggie what have we done?
your
possible pasts they flutter behind you, your possible pasts. some brighteyed and crazy, some frightened and lost. a warning to anyone still in command of their possible
future to take care. in derelict sidings the poppies entwine, with cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time. do you remember me? how we used to be? do you think we should be closer?
one
of the few when you're one of the few to land on your feet, what do you do to make ends meet? teach. make them mad. make them sad. make them
add two and two. make them me. make them you. make them
do what you want them to. make them laugh. make them cry. make them
lay down and die.
the
hero's return jesus, jesus, what's it all about? trying to clout these little ingrates into shape. when i was their age, all the lights went out. there was no time to whine and mope about. and even now, part of me flies over dresden at angles
one-five. though they'll never fathom it, behind my sarcasm,
desperate memories lie. sweetheart, sweetheart, are you fast asleep?
good. 'cause that's the only time that i can really talk
to you, and there is something that i've locked away. a memory that is too painful to withstand the light
of day. when we came back from the war, the banners and flags
hung on everyone's door. we danced and we sang in the street, and chuch bells rang, but burning in my heart my memory smoulders on of the gunner's dying words
on the intercom.
the
gunner's dream floating down through the clouds, memories come rushing
up to meet me now. in the space between the heavens and in the corner
of some foreign field, i had a dream. i had a dream. goodbye
max. goodbye ma. after the service, when you're walking slowly to the
car, and the silver in her hair shines in the cold november
air, you hear the tolling bell, and touch the silk in your
lapel. and as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the
band, you take her frail hand and hold on to the dream. a place to stay. enough to eat. somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street, where you can speak out loud about your doubts and
fears, and, what's more, no one ever disappears. you never hear their standard issue kicking in your
door. you can relax on both sides of the tracks, and maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote
control. and everyone has recourse to the law, and no one kills the children anymore, and no one kills the children anymore. night after night, going 'round and 'round my brain, his dream is driving me insane. in the corner of some foreign field, the gunner sleeps
tonight. what's done is done. we cannot just write off
his final scene. take heed of his dream. take heed.
final
cut through the fish-eyed lens of tear-stained eyes, i can barely define the shape of this moment in time. and far from flying high in clear blue skies, i'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where
i hide. if you negotiate the minefield in the drive, and beat the dogs and cheat the cold, electronic eyes, and if you make it past the shotgun in the hall, dial the combination, open the priesthole, and if i'm in i'll tell you what's behind the wall. there's a kid who had a big hallucination, making love to girls in magazines. he wonders if you're sleeping with your newfound faith. could anyone love him, or is it just a crazy dream? and if i show you my dark side, will you still hold
me tonight? and if i open my heart to you, and show you my weak
side, would you sell your story to rolling stone? would you take the children away, and leave me alone, and smile in reassurance as you whisper down the phone? and would you send me packing, or would you take me
home? thought i oughta bare my naked feelings. thought i oughta tear the curtain down. i held the blade in trembling hands, prepared to make
it, but just then the phone rang. i never had the nerve to make the final cut.
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 is holding me fast, how can escape
its irresitible grasp? Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky, tongue-tied
and twisted, just an earthbound misfit, I. Ice is forming on the tips of my wings. Unheeded
warnings, I thought I thought of everything. No navigator to find my way home, unladen, 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 earthbound misfit, I. Above the planet on a wing and a prayer, my grubby
halo a vapour 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 mind from the circling skies, tongue-tied
and twisted, just an earthbound misfit, I.
The
Dogs of War Dogs of war, and men of hate. With no cause
we don't discriminate. Discovery is to be disowned. Our currency is
flesh and bone. H**l opened up and put on sale. Gather round and haggle. For hard cash we will lie and deceive. Even
our masters don't know the webs we weave. One world - it's a battleground. One world -
and we will smash it down. One world. One world. Invisible transfers - long distance calls - hollow
laughter in marble halls Steps have been taken, a silent uproar has unleashed
the dogs of war. You can't stop what has begun. Signed, sealed,
they deliver oblivion. We all have a dark side, to say the least, And dealing in death is the nature of the beast. One world - it's a battleground. One world -
and we will smash it down. One world. One world. The dogs of war don't negotiate. The dogs of
war won't capitulate. They will take, and you will give, and you must die,
so that they may live. You can knock at any door, but wherever you go, You'll know they've been there before. Well, winners can lose, and things can get strained, but whatever you change you know the dogs remain. One world - it's a battleground. One world -
and we will smash it down. One world. One world.
On
the Turning Away On the turning away from the pale and downtrodden, And the words they say that 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 its 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
to just stand and stare, Is it only a dream that there'll be no more turning
away?
Yet
Another Movie / Round and Around One sound, one single sound - One kiss, one single
kiss A face outside the window pane - However did it come
to this? A man who ran - a child who cried - a girl who heard
a voice that lied The sun that burned a fiery red - the vision of an
empty bed. The use of force, he was so tough - She'll soon submit,
she's had enough The march of fate, the broken will - someone is lying
very still. He has laughed and he has cried. He has fought
and he has died. He's just the same as all the rest. He's not
the worst; he's not the best. And still this ceaseless murmuring, the babbling that
I brook, The seas of faces, eyes upraised - the empy screen
- the vacant look. A man in black on a snow white horse - a pointless
life has run its course The red-rimmed eyes, the tears still run - As he fades
into the setting sun.
Sorrow The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land. Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky. A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers, but awakens to a morning with no reason for waking. He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise, In his youth, or in a dream, he can't be precise. He's chained forever to a world that's departed. It's not enough. It's not enough. His blood has frozen and curdled with fright. His knees have trembled and given 'way in the night. His hand has weakened at the moment of truth.
His step has faltered. One world, one soul. Time pass - the river roll. And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication. And silent replies that swirl invitation flow dark
and troubled to an oily sea, A grim imitation of what is to be. There's an unceasing wind that blows through this
night, And there's dust in my eyes that blinds my sight, And silence that speaks so much louder than words, Of promises broken.
Cluster
One This is an instrumental, with no words.
What
Do You Want From Me? As you look around this room tonight, settle in your
seat and dim the lights. Do you want my blood? Do you want my tears?
What do you want? What do you want from me? Should I sing until I can't sing anymore; Play these strings 'til my fingers are raw? You're so hard to please. What do you want from
me? Do you think that I know something you don't know? If I don't promise you the answers, would you go? Should I stand out in the rain? Do you want me to make a daisy chain for you? I'm not the one you need. What do you want from
me? You can have anything you want. You can drift, you can dream, even walk on water -
anything you want. You can own everything you see. Sell your soul for complete control - is that really
what you need? You can lose yourself this night. See inside, there is nothing to hide - Turn and face
the light. What do you want from me?
Poles
Apart Did you know it was all going to go so wrong for you? And did you see it was all going to be so right for
me? Why did we tell you then, you were always the golden
boy, then, And that you'd never lose that light in your eyes? Hey, you. Did you ever realize what you'd become? And did you see that it wasn't only me you were running
from? Did you know all the time, but it never bothered you
anyway, Leading the blind while I stared out the steel in
your eyes? The rain fell slow, down on all the roofs of uncertainty. I thought of you and the years and all the sadness
fell away from me. And did you know... I never thought that you'd lose that light in your
eyes?
Coming
Back to Life Where were you when I was burned and broken? While the days slipped by from my window, watching? Where were you when I was hurt and I was helpless? Because the things you say and the things you do surround
me. While you were hanging yourself on someone else's
words, Dying to believe in what you heard, I was staring straight into the shining sun. Lost in thought, and lost in time, While the seeds of life and the seeds of change were
planted, Outside the rain fell dark and slow, While I pondered on this dangerous, but irresistible
pastime. I took a heavenly ride through our silence. I knew the moment had arrived for killing the past
and coming back to life. I took a heavenly ride through our silence. I knew the waiting had begun... And headed straight into the shining sun.
Keep
Talking For millions of years, mankind lived just like
the animals. Then, something happened which unleashed the power
of our imagination. We learned to talk. There's a silence surrounding me. I can't seem to think straight. I sit in the corner, And no one can bother me. I think I should speak now. [Why
won't you talk to me?] I can't seem to speak now. [You
never talk to me.] My words won't come out right. [What
are you thinking?] I feel like I'm drowning. [What
are you feeling?] I'm feeling weak now, [Why
won't you talk to me?] But I can't show my weakness. [You
never talk to me.] I sometimes wonder, [What
are you thinking?] Where do we go from here? [What
are you feeling?] It doesn't have to be like this. All we need to do is make sure we keep talking. [Why won't you talk to me?]
I feel like I'm drowning. [You never talk to me.]
You know I can't breathe now. [What are you thinking?]
We're going nowhere. [What are you feeling?]
We're going nowhere. [Why won't you talk to me?] [You never talk to me.] [What are you thinking?] [Where do we go from here?] It doesn't have to be like this. All we need to do is make sure we keep talking.
High
Hopes Beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were
young, In a world of magnets and miracles, Our thoughts strayed constantly, and without boundary. The ringing of the division bell had begun. Along the Long Road, and on down the Causeway, Do they still meet there by the Cut? There was a ragged band that followed in our footsteps, Running before time took our dreams away. Leaving the myriad small creatures trying to tie us
to the ground, To a life consumed by slow decay. The grass was greener. The light was brighter. With friends surrounded. The nights of wonder. Looking beyond the embers of bridges glowing behind
us, To a glimpse of how green it was on the other side, Steps taken forwards, but sleepwalking back again, Dragged by the force of some inner tide. At a higher altitude with flagunfurled, We reached the dizzy heights of that dreamed-of world. Encumbered forever by desire and ambition, There's a hunger still unsatisfied. Our weary eyes still stray to the horizon, Though down this road we've been so many times. The grass was greener. The light was brighter. The taste was sweeter. The nights of wonder. With friends surrounded. The dawn mist glowing. The water flowing. The endless river. Forever and ever.
