Roger Waters - We Shall Overcome

"Over the new year 2009-2010, an international group of 1500 men and women from 42 nations went to Egypt to join a Freedom March to Gaza. They did this to protest the current blockade of Gaza. To protest the fact that the people of Gaza live in a virtual prison. To protest the fact that a year after the terror attack by Israeli armed forces destroyed most of their homes, hospitals, schools, and other public buildings, they have no possibility to rebuild because their borders are closed. The would be Freedom Marchers wanted to peacefully draw attention to the predicament of the Palestinian population of Gaza. The Egyptian government, (funded to the tune of $2.1 billion a year, by us, the US tax payers), would not allow the marchers to approach Gaza. How lame is that? And how predictable! I live in the USA and during this time Dec 25th 2009-Jan3rd 2010 I saw no reference to Gaza or the Freedom March or the multi national protesters gathered there. Anyway I was moved, in the circumstances, to record a new version of " We shall overcome". It seems appropriate."  
                                                                    Roger Waters




We shall overcome
We shall overcome
We shall overcome some day
Deep in my heart
I do believe
That we shall overcome
Some day

And we'll walk hand in hand
we'll walk hand in hand
we'll walk hand in hand one day
Deep in my heart
I do believe
That we'll walk hand in hand
One day

And we'll break down the prison walls
We will tear down those prison walls
Together we will tear down the prison walls on that day
Deep in my heart
I do believe
That we will tear down all those prison walls
On that day

Deep in my heart
I do believe
That we will tear down those prison walls
On that day

And the truth will set us free
The truth will set us free
The truth will set us all free
On that day

And deep in my heart
I do believe
That the truth will set us all free
And we shall overcome
On that day

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"Radio K.A.O.S." album, 1987

Radio K.A.O.S. is a 1987 concept album by former Pink Floyd bassist, singer songwriter Roger Waters. It is his second solo album.

The concept is based around a 23-year-old disabled man from Wales named Billy.
Billy uses a wheelchair and is thought to be mentally a vegetable. However, Billy is highly intelligent but has no way of expressing himself. Billy has a twin brother Benny who is a coal miner. Billy lives with Benny, Benny's wife Molly, and their children. Unfortunately, Benny has lost his job in the mines due to the "market forces". One night, Benny and Billy are out on a pub crawl when they pass a shop full of TV screens broadcasting Margaret Thatcher's "mocking condescension". Benny vents his anger on this shop and steals a cordless phone. Next, in theatrical fashion, Benny poses on a footbridge in protest to the closures; the same night, a taxi driver is killed by a concrete block dropped from a similar bridge (Track 2 "Who Needs Information"). The police question Benny, who hides the phone in Billy's wheelchair. Benny is taken to prison, and Molly, unable to cope, sends Billy to live with his uncle David in L.A.. Billy is gifted and can hear radio waves in his head ("Radio Waves" track 1), so he begins to explore the cordless phone, recognising its similarity to a radio. He experiments with the phone and is able to access computers and speech synthesisers, he learns to speak through them. He calls a radio station in L.A. named Radio KAOS (hence the album title) and tells them of his life story about his brother being in jail ("Me or Him" track 3), about his sister-in-law not being able to cope and sending him to L.A. to live with his uncle Dave ("Sunset Strip" track 5), and about the closures of the mines ("Powers that Be" track 4). Billy eventually hacks in to a military satellite and fools the world in to thinking nuclear ICBMs are about to be detonated at major cities all over the world whilst deactivating the military's power to retaliate ("Home" track 6 and "Four Minutes" track 7). The album concludes with a song about how everyone, in thinking they were about to die, realises that the fear and competitiveness peddled by the mass media is much less important than their love for family and the larger community. ("The Tide is Turning" track 8).
The album is dedicated "to all those who find themselves at the violent end of monetarism."

Track listing

All songs written by Roger Waters.
"Radio Waves" – 4:58
"Who Needs Information" – 5:55
"Me or Him" – 5:23
"The Powers That Be" – 4:36
"Sunset Strip" – 4:45
"Home" – 6:00
"Four Minutes" – 4:00
"The Tide Is Turning (After Live Aid)" – 5:43

Personnel 

Roger Waters – vocals, guitars, bass guitar, shakuhachi, keyboards

Graham Broad – percussion, drums
Mel Collins – saxophones
Nick Glennie-Smith – DX7 and Emu on "Powers That Be"
Matt Irving – Hammond organ on "Powers That Be"
John Linwood – drums on "Powers That Be"
Andy Fairweather Low – electric guitars
Suzanne Rhatigan – main background vocals on "Radio Waves", "Me or Him", "Sunset Strip" and "The Tide Is Turning"
Ian Ritchie – piano, keyboards, tenor saxophone, Fairlight programming, drum programming
Jay Stapley – electric guitars
John Phirkell – trumpet
Peter Thoms – trombone
Katie Kissoon, Doreen Chanter, Madeline Bell, Steve Langer & Vicki Brown) – background vocals on "Who Needs Information", "Powers That Be" and "Radio Waves"
[edit]Guest Appearance
Clare Torry – vocals on "Home" and "Four Minutes"
Paul Carrack – vocals on "The Powers That Be"

Radio K.A.O.S. Lyrics

Jim: This is K.A.O.S. You and I are listening to KAOS in Los Angeles. Let's

go to the telephones now and take a request.

Billy: Hello, I'm Billy.

Jim: Yes?

Billy: I hear radio waves in my head.

Jim: You hear radio waves in your head? Ah! Is there a request that you have

tonight for KAOS?

Radio Waves

Radio waves. Radio waves.

He hears radio waves. Radio waves.

The atmosphere is thin and cold

The yellow sun is getting old

The ozone overflows with radio waves

AM, FM, weather and news

Our leaders had a frank exchange of views

Are you confused, radio waves.

Radio waves, radio waves

AM radio waves, FM radio waves

Radio waves, mind-numbing radio waves

Fish-stunning radio waves

Radio waves.

Magic Billy in his wheel chair

Is picking up all this stuff in the air

Billy is face to face with outer space

Messages from distant stars

The local police calling all cars, radio waves

Hear them radio waves, radio waves

Jesus saves radio, radio waves

Radio waves, AM radio waves, FM radio waves

All them radio waves

Radio waves, radio waves, he hears radio waves

Radio waves, radio waves, hopeful radio waves, dopeful radio waves

Radio waves, Russian radio waves, Prussian radio waves

Eastern radio waves, Western radio waves

Testing radio waves, one two. One two.

Radio waves. Getting through to you

More code radio waves, Tobacco road radio waves

South to Paloma radio waves, Oklahoma City radio waves

Sitting pretty radio waves, nitty-gritty radio waves

Radio waves

Jim: Alright, that's a song called Radio Waves. You are listening to KAOS in

Los Angeles and we've got Billy on the line.

Billy: I'm from the valleys.

Jim: You're from the valley?

Billy: No, Jim you schmuck, the Valleys; male voice choirs, Wales.

Jim: Ah, you're from Wales! Now is this sperm or blue-tip?

Billy: Ha, ha, ha, ha. Very funny Jim.

Jim: Sorry.

Billy: Me and Benny went out.

Jim: Who's Benny?

Who Needs Information

Me and Benny went out last night

Looking for fun

Supping ale in the moonlight

Waiting for the dawn to come

Benny pointed at a HiFi shop

He said hey man look at all the stuff they've got

How'd you make a have out of a have not

Hmmmm.

Who needs information

When you're working underground

Just give me confirmation

We could win a million pounds

Benny climbed up on a footbridge

And he teetered on the parapet

He said can you see the whites of their headlights

Are they coming yet

Who needs information

This high off the ground

Just give me confirmation

We could win a million pounds

Who needs information

When you're living in constant fear

Just give me confirmation

There's some way out of here

Some way out of here

Benny hefted a breeze block

And tried to let go

Got hung up on a tear drop

So me and Benny went home

Who needs information

When you're living in constant fear

Just give me confirmation

There's some way out of here

Some way out of here

Who needs information yeah

When you're living on borrowed time

Just give me confirmation

There will be a winner this time

Who needs information when you're working underground

Just give me confirmation

We could win a million pounds

Who needs, who needs, who needs information

This high off the ground

Just give me confirmation

We could win a million pounds - yeah

Jim: Um.

Jim lights a cigarette.

Jim: So your brother's in jail?

Me or Him

You wake up in the morning, get something for the pot

Wonder why the sun makes the rocks feel hot

Draw on the walls, eat, get laid

Back in the good old days

Then some damn fool invents the wheel

Listen to the whitewalls squeal

You spend all day looking for a parking spot

Nothing for the heart, nothing for the pot

Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio

Oh how he wanted to talk to the people,

he wanted his own show

Tune in Moscow. Tune in New York

Listen tot the Welsh kid talk

Communicating like in the good old days

Forgive me father for I have sinned

It was either me or him

And a voice said Benny

You fucked the whole thing up

Benny your time is up

Your time is up

Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio

He wanted to talk to the people

He wanted his own show

Tune in Moscow. Tune in New York

Listen to the Welsh kid talk communicating

Like in the good old days

Forgive me Father

Welsh Policeman: Mobile One Two to Central.

For I have sinned

Welsh Policeman: We have a multiple on the A465

between Cwmbran and Cylgoch.

Father it was either me or him.

Father can we turn back the clock?

Welsh Policeman: Ambulance, over.

I never meant to drop the concrete block.

Welsh Policeman: Roger central, over and out.

Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio

He wanted to talk to the people

He wanted his own show

Tune in Moscow. Tune in New York

Listen to the Welsh kid talk

Just like in the good old days

The good old days

Radio announcer: Do you really think Iranian terrorists would have taken

Americans hostage if Ronald Reagan were president?

Do you really think the Russians would have invaded Afghanistan if Ronald

Reagan were president?

Do you really think third-rate military dictators would laugh at America and

burn our flag in contempt if Ronald Reagan were president?

Concerned Citizen: Well, it might work!

Hostage: We as a group do most importantly want to beseech President Reagan

and

our fellow Americans to refrain from any form of military or violent means as

an attempt, no matter how noble or heroic, to secure our freedom.

Concerned Citizen: Sure! Only it's going to be mighty dangerous for you,

Cassidy

Hoppy's faithful sidekick: guess you don't know Hopalong Cassidy, Mister.

Adventure's his bread, excitement's his butter and danger, why to him that's

like strawberry jam to top it off.

Jim: This is some live rock and roll at KAOS, where rock and roll comes out of

chaos and a song called "The Powers that Be"...

The Powers That Be

The powers that be

They like a tough game

No rules

Some you win, some you lose

Competition's good for you

They're dying to be free

They're the powers that be

They like a bomb proof cadillac

Air conditioned, gold taps,

Back seat gun rack, platinum hub caps

They pick horses for courses

They're the market forces

Nice car Jack

They like order, make-up, lime light power

Game shows, rodeos, star wars, TV

They're the powers that be

If you see them come,

You better run - run

You better run on home

Sisters of mercy better join your brothers

Put a stop to the soap opera right now

They say the toothless get ruthless

You better run on home

You better run - run

You better run on home

The powers that be

They like treats, tricks, carrots and sticks

They like fear and loathing, they like sheep's clothing

And blacked-out vans

Blacked-out vans, contingency plans

They like death or glory, they love a good story

They love a good story

Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers

Put a stop to the soap opera state

They say the toothless get ruthless

Run home before its too late

You better run - run

You better run on home

Billy: Goodnight, Jim.

Jim: Goodnight, Billy.

Uncle David's Great Dane: Woof, woof, woof!

The canyon - daytime. Billy plays with Great Uncle David's Great Dane.

Paraquat Kelly: Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink snapper and your

Pacific coastal trench hosemonster fish.

Cynthia Fox: Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports, forty under the

console giggle stick ling cod, twenty-three purple perches four

sledgehammerhead sharks, and what a surprise, eightyfour crabs, and no red

snappers.

Paraquat Kelly: Hey, and that'll do for the triumphant return of the fish

report with a beat.

Jim: We think of it as mainstreet, but to the rest of the country it's Sunset

Strip. You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.

Sunset Strip

I like staying with my Uncle Dave

And I like playing with his great dane

But I don't fit

I feel alien and strange Kinda outa range

I like riding in my Uncle's car

Down to the beach where the pretty girls all parade

And movie stars and paparazzi play

The Charles Atlas kicking sand in the face game

And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea

There's a blood red dragon on a field of green

Calling me back

Back to the Black Hills again

Ooh, ooh, Billy come home

Billy is searching for his native land

Flicking through the stations with the dial in his head

Picking up -------------- and

A male voice choir on the short wave band

Billy taps out Jim's number on the 'phone

Sits shaking as he waits for Jim's answering tone

Come on my friend, speak to me please

The land of my fathers is calling to me

And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea

There's a blood red dragon on a field of green

Calling me back, back to the Black Hills again

Ooh, ooh, Billy come home

Come on home

He sits in the canyon with his back to the sea

Sees a blood red dragon on a field of green

He hears a male voice choir singing Billy come home

Billy, Billy, come home

Come on home

Californian Weirdo: I don't like fish.

Jim: You are listening to KAOS here in Los Angeles.

Californian Weirdo: I don't like fish.

Jim: Yes, we've established that. Ah! Do you have a request?

Californian Weirdo: Shell fish, guppy, salmon, shrimp and crab and lobster,

flounder.I hate fish, but I think most of all I hate fresh fish, like trout. I

hate fresh trout. My least-hated, favourite fish would be sole. That way you

don't have to see the eyes.

Sole has no eyes.

Jim: Oh no!

I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog

Jim: Thankyou.

I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog

I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog

I'd like to be home with my monkey ...

Jim: They don't care. Shut up. Play the record.

Home

Jim: Oh, God!

Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes.

Could be Jerusalem, or it could be Cairo

Could be Berlin, or it could be Prague

Could be Moscow, could be New York

Could be Llanelli, and it could be Warrington

Could be Warsaw, and it could be Moose Jaw

Could be Rome

Everybody got somewhere they call home

When they overrun the defences

A minor invasion put down to expenses

Will you go down to the airport lounge

Will you accept your second class status

A nation of waitresses and waiters

Will you mix their martinis

Will you stand still for it

Or will you take to the hills

It could be clay and it could be sand

Could be desert

Could be a tract of arable land

Could be a house, could be a corner shop

Could be a cabin by a bend in the river

Could be something your old man handed down

Could be something you built on your own

Everybody got something he calls home

When the cowboys and Arabs draw down

On each other at noon

In the cool dusty air of the city boardroom

Will you stand by a passive spectator

Of the market dictators

Will you discreetly withdraw

With your ear pressed to the boardroom door

Will you hear when the lion within you roars

Will you take to the hills

Will you stand, will you stand for it

Will you hear, ohhhh! ohhh! when the lion within

you roars

Could be your father and it could be your mother

Could be your sister, could be your brother

Could be a foreigner, could be a Turk

Could be a cyclist out looking for work. Norman

Could be a king, could be the Aga khan

Could be a Vietnam vet with no arms and no legs

Could be a saint, could be a sinner

Could be a loser or it could be a winner

Could be a banker, could be a baker

Could be a Laker, could be Kareem Abdul Jabar

Could be a male voice choir

Could be a lover, could be a fighter

Could be a super heavyweight, or it could be

something lighter

Could be a cripple, could be a freak

Could be a wop, gook, geek

Could be a cop, could be a thief

Could be a family of ten living in one room on relief

Could be our leaders in their concrete tombs

With their tinned food and their silver spoons

Could be the pilot with God on his side

Could be the kid in the middle of the bomb sight

Could be a fanatic, could be a terrorist

Could be a dentist, could be a psychiatrist

Could be humble, could be proud

Could be a face in the crowd

Could be the soldier in the white cravat

Who turns the key in spite of the fact

That this is the end of the cat and mouse

Who dwelt in the house

Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt

The house that Jack built

Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt

The house that Jack built

Bang, bang, shoot, shoot

White gloved thumb, Lord thy will be done

He was always a good boy his mother said

He'll do his duty when he's grown, yeah

Everybody's got someone they call home

Four Minutes 

Billy: Four minutes and counting.

Jim: O.K.

Billy: They pressed the button, Jim.

Jim: They pressed the button Billy, what button?

Billy: The big red one.

Jim: You mean THE button?

Billy: Goodbye, Jim.

Jim: Goodbye! Oh yes. This ain't au revoir,

it's goodbye! Ha! Ha!

Jim: This is KAOS. It's a beautiful, balmy, Southern California summer day.

It's 80 degrees ... I said balmy ... I could say bomby ... Ha! Ha! ...O.K.

I'm Jim and this is Radio KAOS and with only four minutes left to us, let's use

this as wisely as possible.

Molly: Everybody got someone they call home.

Jim: Out at Dodger Stadium.

It's the bottom of the seventh, the Dodgers are leading

Three to nothing over the Giants, and for those of you who are looking to go

surfing tomorrow, too bad.

'Phone rings.

Jim: I'm kinda lost in here to tell you the truth ...

O.K. good. Ladies and gentlemen, if the reports that we are getting are

correct, this could be it. Billy, if you're listening to me, please call now.

After a near miss on the plane

You swear you'll never fly again

After the first kiss when you make up

You swear you'll never break up again

And when you've just run a red light

Sit shaking under the street light

You swear to yourself you'll never drink and drive again

Sometimes I feel like going home

You swear you'll never let things go by again.

Sometimes I miss the rain and snow

And you'll never toe the party line again

And when the east wind blows

Sometimes I feel like going home

Jim: Billy, if you are listening, please call.

Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes.

Molly: Goodbye little spy in the sky.

They say that cameras don't lie.

Am I happy, am I sad, am I good, am I bad?

Jim: Billy, if you're listening, please call.

Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes, sole has no eyes

Billy: Ten, nine, eight, seven

Margaret Thatcher: Our own independent nuclear deterrent has helped to keep the

peace.

Billy: Six, five four, three,

Ordinary Person: ...you've go a job...

Billy: Two, one,

Margaret Thatcher: For nearly forty years

Jim: Goodbye Billy.

The Tide is Turning (After Live Aid)

I used to think the world was flat

Rarely threw my hat into the crowd

I felt I had used up my quota of yearning

Used to look in on the children at night

In the glow of their Donald Duck light

And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning

But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning

The tide is turning

Satellite buzzing through the endless night

Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights

Jesus Christ imagine what it must be earning

Who is the strongest, who is the best

Who holds the aces, the East or the West

This is the crap our children are learning

But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning

The tide is turning

Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning

Now the satellite's confused

'Cos on Saturday night

The airwaves were full of compassion and light

And his silicon heart warmed

To the sight of a billion candles burning

Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning

Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning

The tide is turning Billy

I'm not saying that the battle is won

But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun

Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the

War Lords

Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning

The tide is turning Sylvester

The tide is turning.

Roger Waters - The Pros & Cons of Hitch Hiking - Full Album

The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking is a 1984 concept album and the first solo album by Roger Waters. The album was certified gold in the United States by the Recording Industry Association of America in April 1995

The concept, as envisioned by Waters in 1977, rotated around a man's scattered thoughts during a road trip through somewhere in Central Europe, focusing on his midlife crisis, and how he dreams of committing adultery with a hitchhiker he picks up along the way. Along the way he also faces other fears and paranoia, with all of these things taking place in real time in the early morning hours of 04:30:18 AM to 05:12 AM on an unspecified day.
In July 1977, Waters played some of the music demos of what he had pieced together, but he also played parts of another album he was preparing titled Bricks in the Wall to the rest of his bandmates in his group Pink Floyd. After a long debate, they decided that they preferred the concept of Bricks In The Wall instead, even though their manager at the time, Steve O'Rourke, thought that The Pros and Cons... was a better-sounding concept.
'Well, the idea for the album came concurrently with the idea for The Wall – the basis of the idea. I wrote both pieces at roughly the same time. And in fact, I made demo tapes of them both, and in fact presented both demo tapes to the rest of the Floyd, and said "Look, I'm going to do one of these as a solo project and we'll do one as a band album, and you can choose." So, this was the one that was left over. Um...I mean, it's developed an awful lot since then, I think.'
— Roger Waters, 
Retitled The Wall, it became the next Pink Floyd album in 1979, and Waters shelved The Pros and Cons.... In early 1983, following his split from the band, Waters undertook the shelved project himself. The album was recorded in three different studios between February and December 1983 in London, the Olympic Studios, Eel Pie Studios and in Waters' own Billiard Room, the studio where his demos were constructed. Several people appeared on the album, including musical conductor Michael Kamen, the vocal talents of actor Jack Palance, saxophonist David Sanborn and rock and blues guitarist Eric Clapton.





Lyrics:


     4 30 AM (Apparently They Were Travelling Abroad)



[Jade:] "Oh God...."
[Wife:] "Wake up you're dreaming."
[Jade:] "What?"
[Wife:] "You're dreaming."
[Jade:] "We were moving away from the border."
[Wife:] "Huh, what border?"
[Jade:] "Have a nice day."
[Wife:] "Huh?"
[Jade:] "Have a nice day."
We were moving away from the border
Looking for somewhere to sleep
The two of us sharing the driving
Two hitchhikers slumped in the back seat
[Woman:] "Hello"
I sneaked a quick look in the mirror
She gave me a smile
I said, is anyone hungry?
Should we stop for a while?
So we pulled off into a layby
Her dress blew up over her head
I said, would you like to come with me?
She said something foreign under her breath
[Woman:] "(foreign words)"
And the sun shone down on her lovely young limbs
I thought to myself she's much too good for you
I lay down beside her with tears in my eyes
She said


    4:33 AM (Running Shoes)



So I stood by the roadside
The soles of my running shoes gripping
The tarmac like gunmetal magnets
Fixed on the front of her Fassbinder face
Was the kind of a smile
That only a rather dull child could have drawn
While attempting a graveyard in the moonlight
But she was impressed
You could see that she thought I looked fine
And when she turned sweeter
The reason, between you and me, was
She'd just seen my green Lamborghini
[RW:] "I think it was the Lamborghini."
So we went for a spin in the country
To feel the wind in our hair
To feel the power of my engine
To feel the thrill of desire
And then in the trees I heard a twig snap
Warning lights flashed on my map
I opened my eyes and to my surprise
There were Arabs with knives at the front of the bed
Right at the front of the bed
Oh my God, how did they get in here
I thought we were safe home in England
She said, come on now kid, it was wrong what you did
You've got to admit it was wrong what you did
You've got to admit it was wrong
[Jade:] "Oh god....Jesus..."


     4:37 AM (Arabs with Knives and West German Skies)



There were Arabs with knives
At the foot of the bed
Right at the foot of the bed
Oh my God how did they get in here?
I thought we wee safe home in England
She said "Come on now kit, it was wrong what you did
You've got to admit it was wrong."
Jade: "Oh god....Jesus"
Sleep Sleep
I know that I'm only dreaming
Jade: "Leave her alone..get out..out..get out of my house!"
Through closed eyes
I see West German skies on the ceiling
And I want to get back
To the girl with the rucksack
To feel her flaxen hair
I want to be there
See the sun going down
Behind Krupps steelworks
On the outskirts of some German town
Guten Abend meiner Damen und Herren Ha Ha Ha Ha
Willkommen in Konigsburg Ha Ha Ha Ha
Wollen zie danzen mit mir oder drinken Bier Ha Ha Ha Ha
Thank you but......
This young lady and I
Will just finish this bottle of wine
It was kind of you...but
I think we'll just say goodnight.
Jade: "Leave us alone"
Goodnight
Jade: "Leave us alone"
[Bell]
Man: Could I have the key to one for three please?
"There you are"
Man: "Thank you, goodnight"
Man: "Hello yes I'd like to order breakfast please I'd like coffee for two, and toast with marmalade. No...marmalade."


    4:39 AM (For the First Time Today, Part 2)



For the first time today
I help her naked body next to mine
In this hotel overlooking the Rhine
I made her mine
Ooh babe...ooh babe
Come with me and stay with me
Please stay with me
Woman: "Uh...what is it?"
Stay with me
Stay with me
Stay with me
Woman: "No..."
Stay with me
Woman: "Forget it"


    4:41 AM (Sexual Revolution)



Hey...girl
Take out the dagger
And let's have a stab at the sexual revolution
Hey girl
Let freedom for all be our rallying call
Tomorrow lets make...our new resolution
Yeah, but tonight lie still
While I plunder your sweet grave
And remember
Only the poor can be saved
Hey girl
As I've always said I prefer your lips red
Not what the good Lord made
But what he intended
Hey girl
Don't point the finger at me
I am only a rat in a maze like you
And only the dead go free
So...please hold my hand
As we blundre through the maze
And remember
Nothing can grow without rain
(Thunder)
Don't point
Don't point your finger at me
I woke in a fever
The bedclothes were all soaked in sweat
She said "You've been having a nightmare
And it's not over yet"
Then she picked up the doggy in the window
(The one with the waggly tail)
And she put him to bed between two bits of bread


    4:47 AM (The Remains of Our Love)



I just cowered in the corner
My pyjama coat over my head
And she smiled as she finished her sandwich
And her cold eyes fixed me to my dark history
As she brushed the remains
Of our love from the bed
And when she had turned back the covers
When all of the prayers had been read
She said, come on over here you silly boy
Before you catch your death of cold
I was only joking
Let's leave behind the city grime
Let's not compete
It could be fine in the country
Couldn't it thoughcome on lets go
I said, OK
[Young Child:] "Are we going to go now?"
[Jade:] "Where would you like to go darling?"
[Wife:] "MmmVermontWyoming"
[Jade:] "WyominghuhChildren!"
[Children:] "What?"
[Jade:] "We're going to Wyoming
DarlingWhich way is Wyoming?"
[Wife:] "Hook a right here
You're going the wrong way"
[Jade:] "I know that
I know children
Let's see how manyVolvos we pass
On the way to our new life in the country
One
[Wife:] "Jade, don't do that, that's really negative


    4:50 AM (Go Fishing)



As cars go by I cast my mind's eye
Over back packs on roof racks
Beyond the horizon
Where dream makers
Working white plastic processors
Invite the unwary
To reach for the pie in the sky
Go fishing my boy!
We set out in the spring
With a trunk full of books about everything
About solar devices
And how nice natural childbirth is
We cut down some trees
And we trailed our ideals
Through the forest glade
We dammed up the stream
And the kids cooled their heels
In the fishing pool we'd made
We held hands and we exchanged bands
And we practically lived off the land
You adopted a fox cub
Whose mother was somebody's coat
You fed him by hand
And then snuggled snuggled him down
By the grandfather bed while I wrote
And we grew our own maize
And I only occasionally went into town
To stock up on antibiotics
And shells for the shotgun that I kept around
I told the kids stories while you worked your loom
And the sun went down sooner each day
[Jade:] "Chapter six in which Eeyore has a birthday
And gets two presents."
[Child:] "Daddy...come on dad."
[Jade:] "Eeyore the old grey donkey stood by the side
Of the stream and he looked at himself in the water
'Pathetic' he said, 'That's what it is'
'Good morning Eeyore' said Pooh
'Oh' said Pooh, He thought for a long time
The leaves all fell down
Our crops all turned brown
It was over
As the first snowflakes fell
I realized all was not well in the camp
The kids caught bronchitis
The space heater ran out of diesel
One weekend a friend from the East
Rot his soul
Stole your heart
I said, fuck it then
Take the kids back to town
Maybe I'll see you around
I said, go then
She said, OK
And so...leaving all our hopes and dreams
To the wind and the rain
Taking only our stash
Left our litter and trash
And set out on the road again
On the road again
On the road again
[Child:] "Bye Bye Daddy, Bye Daddy
You can bring Pearl she's a darn nice girl
But don't bring Liza."


    4:56 AM (For the First Time Today, Part 1)



For the first time today
I feel it`s really over
You were my everyday excuse
For playing deaf, dumb and blind
And who`d have ever thought
This was how it would end for you and me
To carry my own millstone
Out of the trees
And I have to admit
I don`t like it a bit
Being left here beside this lonesome road
Lonesome road
Lonesome road


     4:58 AM (Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin)



Trucker: "Hey kid, you looking for a lift?...Get on up here
How's it going good buddy?"
I nailed ducks to the wall
Kept my heart in dark ruins
I built bungalows all over the hills
Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin
Took my girl to the country
To sleep out under the moon
Next thing she's going crazy
Trucker: "Women are like that kid
What the hell can you do?
She waits for the real Mr. Right to come
Gently removing her heart
With his promises of real communication
Trucker: "I saw a program about that on TV........"
Who's always picking up the tab
Who built a bungalow for his mum and dad
Me.....
Who took you out to all the shows
Who worked his fingers to the bone
Me....
While you were asleep
Jade: "It was me...I did"
I kept you in buttons and bows
Jade: "Christ all those clothes"
So you could encourage this creep
Hick: "With that program
I bet some son of a bitch made a million dollars"
With his neat feet
And his clean fingernails
With his wise but twinkling eyes
He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt
Trucker: "Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam faggot"
And compromise
I'd like to go on with this bit of a song
Describing this schmuck
I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up
Trucker: "Not in my rig you don't boy...get the hell out of here"


     5:01 AM (The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking, Part 10)



An angel on a Harley
Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone
Puts his bike up on it's stand
Leans back and then extends
A scarred and greasy hand...he said
He said, how ya doin bro?
Where ya been?
Where ya goin'?
Then he takes your hand
In some strange Californian handshake
And breaks the bone
[ Whiny person: ] Have a
nice day, hehe
A housewife from Encino
Whose husband's on the golf course
With his book of rules
Breaks and makes a 'U' and idles back
To take a second look at you
You flex your rod
Fish takes the hook
Sweet vodka and tobacco in her breath
Another number in your little black book
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
Oh babe, I must be dreaming
I'm standing on the leading edge
The Eastern seaboard spread before my eyes
Jump, says Yoko Ono
I'm too scared and too good looking, I cried
Go on, she says
Why don't you give it a try?
Why prolong the agony all men must die
Do you remember Dick Tracy?
Do you remember Shane?
[ Child: ] And mother wants you.
Could you see him selling tickets
Where the buzzard circles over
[ Child: ] Shane.
The body on the plain
Did you understand the music Yoko
Or was it all in vain?
[ Child: ] Shane...
The bitch said something mystical
(Herro)
So I stepped back on the kerb again
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
Oh babe, I must be dreaming again
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking
These are the pros and cons of hitchhiking


    5:06 AM (Every Stranger's Eyes)



Waitress: "Hello...you wanna cup of coffee?"
Customers: "Heh, turn that fucking juke box down
You want to turn down that juke box...
loud in here"
Waitress: "I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee?
Ok you take cream and sugar?"
In truck stops and hamburger joints
In Cadillac limousines
In the company of has-beens
And bent-backs and sleeping forms
On pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
In books and banks
In the pages of history
In suicidal cavalry attacks
I 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
It's oh so easy now
As we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes it's obvious
How to beat the tears
That threaten to snuff out
The spark of our love

   
 5:11 AM (The Moment of Clarity)



And the moment of clarity
Faded like charity does
Sometimes
I opened one eye
And I put out my hand just to touch your soft hair
To make sure in the darkness that you were still there
And I have to admit
I was just a little afraid, oh yeah
But then...
I had a little bit of luck
You were awake
I couldn't take another moment alone.

Pink Floyd: making of "Brain Damage"

Rare clip of the group in the studio discussing the music, production and themselves. Some great effects by Gilmour!!! (Does not include "Eclipse")




PINK FLOYD - Brain Damage




Brain Damage  lyrics
(Waters)

The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is on the grass.
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall.
The lunatics are in my hall.
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The lunatic is in my head.
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You 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.

"I can't think of anything to say except...
I think it's marvelous! HaHaHa!"

Roger Waters - We Shall Overcome

"Over the new year 2009-2010, an international group of 1500 men and women from 42 nations went to Egypt to join a Freedom March to Gaza. They did this to protest the current blockade of Gaza. To protest the fact that the people of Gaza live in a virtual prison. To protest the fact that a year after the terror attack by Israeli armed forces destroyed most of their homes, hospitals, schools, and other public buildings, they have no possibility to rebuild because their borders are closed. The would be Freedom Marchers wanted to peacefully draw attention to the predicament of the Palestinian population of Gaza. The Egyptian government, (funded to the tune of $2.1 billion a year, by us, the US tax payers), would not allow the marchers to approach Gaza. How lame is that? And how predictable! I live in the USA and during this time Dec 25th 2009-Jan3rd 2010 I saw no reference to Gaza or the Freedom March or the multi national protesters gathered there. Anyway I was moved, in the circumstances, to record a new version of " We shall overcome". It seems appropriate."

Roger Waters

Lyrics

We shall overcome

We shall overcome

We shall overcome some day

Deep in my heart

I do believe

That we shall overcome

Some day

And we'll walk hand in hand

we'll walk hand in hand

we'll walk hand in hand one day

Deep in my heart

I do believe

That we'll walk hand in hand

One day

And we'll break down the prison walls

We will tear down those prison walls

Together we will tear down the prison walls on that day

Deep in my heart

I do believe

That we will tear down all those prison walls

On that day

Deep in my heart

I do believe

That we will tear down those prison walls

On that day

And the truth will set us free

The truth will set us free

The truth will set us all free 

On that day

And deep in my heart

I do believe

That the truth will set us all free

And we shall overcome

On that day

  

Roger Waters - The Ballad of Bill Hubbard

Song from "Amused To Death" 1992

Instrumental

(Two things that have haunted me most are the days when I had to collect the paybooks; and when I left Bill Hubbard in no-man's-land.

"I was picked up and taken into their trench. And I'd no sooner taken two or three steps down the trench when I heard a call, 'Hello Razz, I'm glad to see you. This is my second night here,' and he said 'I'm feeling bad,' and it was Bill Hubbard, one of the men we'd trained in England, one of the original battalion.

I had a look at his wound, rolled him over... I could see it was probably a fatal wound. You could imagine what pain he was in, he was dripping with sweat...

...and after I'd gone about three shellholes, traversed that, had it been... had there been a path or a road I could have done better. He pummelled me, 'Put me down, put me down, I'd rather die, I'd rather die, put me down.' I was hoping he would faint. He said 'I can't go any further, let me die.' I said 'If I leave you here Bill you won't be found, let's have another go.' He said 'All right then.' And the same thing happened; he couldn't stand it any more, and I had to leave him there, in no-man's-land."

..............

"Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras[?]. And I... when I saw his name, I was absolutely transfixed. It was as though he was now a human being instead of some sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago. And I felt relieved. And ever since then, I've felt happier about it, because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to myself; 'Was there something else that I could have done?' [background: "I'd rather die, I'd rather die..."] And that always sort of worried me.

And having seen him, and his name in the register - as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and seeing his name, and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened my... heart, if you like." (woman) "When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?" "Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be a year, ninetee... eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four.)

Roger Waters - What God Wants, Part I

Song from "Amused To Death" 1992

Lyrics:


[boy:] "I don't mind about the war, that's one of the things I like to watch, if it's a war going on, 'cause then I know if our side's winning, if our side's losing"
(switch channels)
What God wants God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets (repeated)
The kid in the corner looked at the priest
And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar
The priest said:

God wants goodness
God wants light
God wants mayhem
God wants a clean fight

What God wants God gets
Don't look so surprised
It's only dogma
The alien prophet cried
The beetle and the springbok
Took the Bible from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the lesson in his book
What God wants God gets God help us all

God wants peace
God wants war
God wants famine
God wants chain stores

What God wants God gets

God wants sedition
God wants sex
God wants freedom
God wants semtex

What God wants God gets
Don't ok so surprised
I'm only joking
The alien comic cried
The jackass and hyena
Took the feather from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the joke down in his book
What God wants God gets

God wants borders
God wants crack
God wants rainfall
God wants wetbacks

What God wants God gets

God wants voodoo
God wants shrines
God wants law
God wants organised crime
God wants crusade
God wants jihad
God wants good
God wants bad

What God wants God Gets

Roger Waters - Perfect Sense Part I & II

Song from "Amused To Death" 1992

Roger Waters — Perfect Sense Part I:


The monkey sat on a pile of stones
And he stared at the broken bone in his hand
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 a pool of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden
And set out for the nearest town
Hold on, hold on soldier
When you add it all up
The tears and the marrowbone
There's an ounce of gold
And an ounce of pride in each ledger
And the Germans killed the Jews
And the Jews killed the Arabs
And the Arabs killed the hostages
And that is the news
And is it any wonder
That the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama
The President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading
These technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh
You're a smart kid
Time is linear
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
Man is a tool in the hands
Of the great God Almighty
And they gave him command
Of a nuclear submarine
Sent him back in search of
The Garden of Eden.

Roger Waters — Perfect Sense Part 2:


Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Little black soul departs in perfect focus
Prime time fodder for the News at Nine
Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight
Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert
And welcome to our telecast
Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium
It's a beautiful day
And today we except a sensational matchup
Bur 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 he cross hairs zeroed on the oil rig
It looks to me like he's going to attack
By the way did you know that a submarine
Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year
Oh that's less tax Marv less tax
Uh 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
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

Roger Waters - The Bravery of Being Out of Range

Song from "Amused To Death" 1992

Lyrics:


You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You're old but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change
You're at home on the range
You opened your suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer, who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a 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 front line boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
Hey bartender over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir, turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gain terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range

Roger Waters - Late Home Tonight, Part I

Song from "Amused To Death" 1992

Lyrics:


Standing at the window
A farmer's wife in Oxfordshire
Glances at the clock it's nearly time for tea
She doesn't see
The phantom in the hedgerow dip its wings
Doesn't hear the engine sing
But in the cockpit's techno glow
Behind the Ray Ban(R) shine
The kid from Cleveland
In the comfort of routine
Scans his dials and smiles
Secure in the beauty of military life
There is no right or wrong
Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs
And blue skies and flight flight flight
The beauty of military life
No questions only orders and flight only flight
What a beautiful sight in his wild blue dream
The eternal child leafs through his
War magazine
And his kind Uncle Sam feeds ten trillion in
Change into the total entertainment
Combat video game
And up here in the stands
The fans are goin' wild
The cheerleaders flip
When you wiggle your hip
And we all like the bit when you take
The jeans from the refrigerator and
Then the bad guy gets hit
And were you struck by the satisfying
Way the swimsuit sticks to her skin
Like BB gun days
When knives pierce autumn leaves
But that's okay see the children bleed
It'll look great on the TV
And in Tripoli another ordinary wife
Stares at the dripping her old man hadn't
Time to fix
Too busy mixing politics and rhythm
In the street below

Roger Waters - Late Home Tonight, Part II

 Song from "Amused To Death" 1992

Lyrics:


Hark the wire service sing
Clear the satellite link
Check the fax machine
Hold the lead story boys
There's some great pictures coming in
Now the pilot's heartbeat slows
Palms dry out
No questions only orders
And the F-1 glides in nose-up
Through the cloudbase and the
Ground crew cheers as he puts down

His landing gear
Hey boy you're a hero take this cigar
Back home in Cleveland
All the papers and local TV stations
Will be calling your ma
And the farmer's wife
Shoos the cat off the chair
She says sit down my dear
Was the milking all right
Our American friends are late home tonight

Roger Waters - Too Much Rope

Song from "Amused To Death" 1992

Lyrics:

When the sleigh is heavy

And the timber wolves are getting bold

You look at you companions

And test the water of their friendship

With your toe

They significantly edge

Closer to the gold

Each man has his price Bob

And yours was pretty low

History is short the sun is just a minor star

The poor man sells his kidneys

In some colonial bazaar

Ce sera sera

Is that your new Ferrari car

Nice but I think I'll wait for the F50

You don't have to be a Jew

To disapprove of murder

Tears burn our eyes

Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope

Preacher or poet who was it wrote

Give any one species too much rope

And they'll fuck it up

And last night on TV

A Vietnam vet

Takes his beard and his pain

And his alienation twenty years

Back to Asia again

Sees the monsters they made

In formaldehyde floating 'round

Meets a gook on a bike

A good little tyke

A nice enough guy

With the same soldier's eyes

Tears burn my eyes

What does it mean

This tearjerking scene

Beamed into my home

That it moves me so much

Why all the fuss

It's only two humans being

It's only two humans being

Tears burn my eyes

What does it mean

This tender TV

This tearjerking scene

Beamed into my home

You don't have to be a Jew

To disapprove of murder

Tears burn in our eyes

Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope

Preacher or poet who was it wrote

Give any one species too much rope

And they'll fuck it up

Roger Waters - What God Wants Part II

Song from "Amused To Death" 1992

Lyrics:


[TV Evangelist:]"Do you believe in a better day?
Do you have faith in a golden way?
If you do, then we must come together this day
Come together as one, united television audience
Brought together by the sound of my voice
United, united financially, united socially,
United spiritually, and all possible ways
Through the power of money
And the power of prayers...."

What God wants God gets God help us all

God wants dollars
God wants cents
God wants pounds, shillings, and pence
God wants guilders
God wants Kroner
God wants Swiss francs
God wants French francs

(Oui il veut des francs francais)

God wants escudos
God wants pesetas
Don't send lira
God don't want small potatoes
God wants small towns
God wants pain
God wants clean up rock campaigns

God wants windows
God wants solutions
God wants TV
God wants contributions

What God wants God gets God help us all

God wants silver
God wants gold
God wants his secret
Never to be told
God wants gigolos
God wants giraffes
God wants politics
God wants a good laugh

What God wants God gets God help us all

God wants friendship
God wants fame
God wants credit
God wants blame
God wants poverty
God wants wealth
God wants insurance
God wants to cover himself

What God wants God gets God help us all

Roger Waters - What God Wants Part III

Song from "Amused To Death" 1992

Lyrics:


Don't be afraid it's only business
The alien prophet sighed
The vulture and the magpie took
The cash box from its hook
The monkey in the corner wrote
The figures in his book
Crazed the checkout lady's fingers
Flash across the till
The captain posts
The menu for the day
And in banks across the world
Christians Moslems Hindus Jews
And people of every
Race creed colour tint or hue
Get down on their knees and pray
The raccoon and the groundhog
Neatly make up bags of change
But the monkey in the corner
Well he's slowly drifting out of range

Christ it's freezing inside
The veteran cries
The hyenas break cover
And stream through the meadow
And the fog rolls in
To his bottle of gin
So he picks up a stone
That looks like a bone
And the bullets fly
And the rivers run dry
And the fat girls sigh
And the network anchor persons lie
And the soldier's alone
In the video zone
But the monkey's not watching
He's slipped out to the kitchen
To pile the dishes
And answer the phone

Roger Waters - Watching TV

Song from "Amused To Death" 1992

Lyrics:


We were watching T.V.
Watching T.V.
We were Watching T.V.
Watching T.V.
In Tiananmen Square
Lost my baby there
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
She was a short order pastry chef
In a Dim Sum dive on the Yangtze tideway
She had shiny hair
She was the daughter of an engineer
Won't you shed a tear
For my yellow rose
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
She had perfect breasts
She had high hopes
She had almond eyes
She had yellow thighs
She was a student of philosophy
Won't you grieve with me
For my yellow rose
Shed a tear
For her bloodstained clothes
She had shiny hair
She had perfect breasts
She had high hopes
She had almond eyes
She had yellow thighs
She was the daughter of an engineer
So get out your pistols
Get out your stones
Get out your knives
Cut them to the bone
They are the lackeys of the grocer's machine
They built the dark satanic mills
That manufacture hell on earth
They bought the front row seats on Calvary
They are irrelevant to me
But I grieve for my sister
People of China
Do not forget do not forget
The children who died for you
Long live the Republic
Did we do anything after this
I've a feeling we did
We were watching T.V.
Watching T.V.
We were watching T.V.
Watching T.V.
She wore a white bandanna that said
Freedom now
She thought the Great Wall of China
Would come tumbling down
She was a student
Her father was an engineer
Won't you shed a tear
For my yellow rose
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
Her grandpa fought old Chiang Kai-shek
That no-good low-down dirty rat
Who used to order his troops
To fire on the women and children
Imagine that imagine that
And in the spring of '48
Mao Tse-tung got quite irate
And he kicked that old dictator Chiang
Out of the state of China
Chiang Kai-shek came down in Formosa
And they armed the island of Quemoy
And the shells were flying across the China Sea
And they turned Formosa into a shoe factory
Called Taiwan
And she is different from Cro-Magnon man
She's different from Anne Boleyn
She is different from the Rosenbergs
And from the unknown Jew
She is different from the unknown Nicaraguan
Half superstar half victim
She's a victor star conceptually new
And she is different from the Dodo
And from the Kankanbono
She is different from the Aztec
And from the Cherokee
She's everybody's sister
She's symbolic of our failure
She's the one in fifty million
Who can help us to be free
Because she died on T.V.
And I grieve for my sister

Roger Waters - Three Wishes

Song from "Amused To Death" 1992 (Official video)

"Three Wishes (Waters):

Reached back for the bottle

And rubbed against the lamp

Genie came out smiling

Like some Eastern tramp

He said hey boy what's happening

What is going on

You can have three wishes

If you don't take too long

I said well

I wish they were all happy in the Lebanon

Wish somebody'd help me write this song

I wish when I was young

My old man had not been gone

Genie said consider it done

There's something in the air

And you don't know what it is

You see someone through the window

Who you've just learned to miss

And the road leads on to glory but

You've used up your last wish

Your last wish

And you want her to come home

Genie said I'm sorry

But that's the way it goes

Where the hell's the lamp sucker

It's time for me to go

Bye

There's something in the air

And you don't know what it is

You see someone through the window

Who you've just learned to miss

And the road leads on to glory but

You've used up your last wish

Your last wish

And you want her to come home

Roger Waters - It's a Miracle - Roger Waters

Song from "Amused To Death" 1992

 It's a Miracle (Waters)


Miraculous you call it babe
You ain't seen nothing yet
They've got Pepsi in the Andes
McDonalds in Tibet
Yosemite's been turned into
A golf course for the Japs
The Dead Sea is alive with rap
Between the Tigris and Euphrates
There's a leisure centre now
They've got all kinds of sports
They've got Bermuda shorts
They had sex in Pennsylvania
A Brazilian grew a tree
A doctor in Manhattan
Saved a dying man for free
It's a miracle
Another Miracle
By the grace of God Almighty
And the pressures of the marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It's a miracle
We've got warehouses of butter
We've got oceans of wine
We've got famine when we need it
Got designer crime
We've got Mercedes
We've got Porsche
Ferrari and Rolls Royce
We've got choice
She said meet me
In the Garden of Gethsemene my dear
The Lord said Peter I can see
Your house from here
An honest family man
Finally reaped what he had sown
A farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan
It's a miracle
By the grace of God Almighty
And the pressures of the marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It's a miracle
We cower in our shelters
With our hands over our ears
Lloyd-Webber's awful stuff
Runs for years and years and years
An earthquake hits the theatre
But the operetta lingers
Then the piano lid comes down
And breaks his fucking fingers
It's a miracle

Roger Waters - Amused To Death

The great album "Amused To Death" 1992

Amused To Death (Waters)

Doctor Doctor, what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
What is the half life of a colour TV
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen

Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl

News hound sniffs the air
When Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol of detachment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell, the belle

Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl

And the children on Melrose
Strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley, warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath

Bartender what is wrong with me?
Why am I so out of breath?
The captain said excuse me ma'am
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
It has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death

We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We ohhed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
Our last hurrah

And when they found our shadows
Grouped 'round the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then, the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the only explanation left
This species has amused itself to death

No tears to cry, no feelings left
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death (repeating)
(switch channels)


[Alf Razzell:] "Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras. And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed; it was as though he...he was now a human being instead of some sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago. And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it, because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to myself, 'Was there something else that I could have done?' [background: "I'd rather die, I'd rather die..."] And that always sort of worried me. And having seen him, and his name in the register - as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened my...heart, if you like."
[woman:] "When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?"
[Alf:] "Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be the year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four."

Pink Floyd Final Cut - The Post War Dream

From "The Final Cut"

The Post War Dream (Waters) 

[Car sound, switching on of car radio] 

"...announced plans to build a nuclear fallout shelter at Peterborough 

in Cambridgeshire..." 

[phzzt! of returning] 

"...three high court judges have cleared the way..." 

[phzzt!] 

"...It was announced today, that the replacement for the Atlantic 

Conveyor the container ship lost in the Falklands conflict would be 

built in Japan, a spokesman for..." 

[phzzt!] 

"...moving in. They say the third world countries, like Bolivia, which 

produce the drug are suffering from rising violence...[fades]" 

Tell me true, tell me why, was Jesus crucified 

Is it for this that Daddy died? 

Was it for you? Was it me? 

Did I watch too much T.V.? 

Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes? 

If it wasn't for the nips 

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 post war dream?" 

Oh Maggie, Maggie what have we done?