IN THE FLESH ? (Roger Waters)

« … we came in ? »

So ya thought ya might like to go to the show

To feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow

Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine?

Is this not what you expected to see?

If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes

You'll just have to claw your way through the disguise

« Lights!

Roll the sound effects!

Action!

Drop it, drop it on 'em, drop it on them »

THE THIN ICE ? (Roger Waters)

Momma loves her baby

And daddy loves you too

And the sea may look warm to you, babe

And the sky may look blue

Oooh oooh oooh oooh babe

Oooh oooh oooh baby blue

Oooh oooh oooh oooh

Oooh oooh 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) (Roger Waters) © 1979 Roger Waters Overseas Ltd.

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 LIVE (Roger Waters) © 1979 Roger Waters Overseas Ltd.

« You! Yes, you! Stand still, laddy ! »


When we grew up and went to school

There were certain teachers who would

Hurt the children in any way they could

« Oof! »

By pouring their derision upon anything we did

Exposing every weakness

However carefully hidden by the kids

« Ahahahahahahaha! »

But in the town, it was well known

When they got home at night, their fat and

Psychopathic wives would thrash them

Within inches of their lives

Ooooh ooh ooh, ooooh ooh ooh

Ooooh ooh ooh, ooooh ooh ooh

Ooooh ooh ooh, ooooh ooh ooh

Ooooooooooooooooh

ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL (PART 2) (Roger Waters) © 1979 Roger Waters Overseas Ltd.

We don't need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teacher leave the kids alone

Hey, teacher! Leave the kids alone!

All in all it's just another brick in the wall

All in all you're just another brick in the wall

We don't need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teachers leave the kids alone

Hey, teacher! Leave us kids alone!

All in all you're just another brick in the wall

All in all you're just another brick in the wall

« Wrong! Do it again!

If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding!

How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?

You! Yes! You behind the bike sheds! Stand still, laddie ! »

MOTHER (Roger Waters)

Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb?

Mother, do you think they'll like this song?

Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls?

Ooh-ah, mother, should I build the wall?

Mother, should I run for president?

Mother, should I trust the government?

Mother, will they put me in the firing line?

Ooh-ah, is it just a waste of time?


Hush now, baby; baby, don't you cry

Mamma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true

Mamma's gonna put all of her fears into you

Mamma's gonna keep you right here, under her wing

She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing

Mamma's gonna keep baby cosy and warm

Oooh, babe; oooh, babe; oh, babe

Of course, Mamma's gonna help build the wall

Mother, do you think she's good enough–for me?

Mother, do you think she's dangerous–to me?

Mother, will she tear your little boy apart?

Ooh-ah, mother, will she break my heart?


Hush now, baby; baby, don't you cry

Mamma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you

Mamma won't let anyone dirty get through

Mamma's gonna wait up until you get in

Mamma will always find out where you've been

Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean

Oooh, babe; oooh, babe; oh, babe

You'll always be baby to me


Mother, did it need to be so high ?

GOODBYE BLUE SKY (Roger Waters)

« Look Mummy: there's an airplane up in the sky »


Ooh ooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh

Ooh ooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh

Ooh ooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh


Di-di-di-did you see the frightened ones?

Di-di-di-did you hear the falling bombs?

Di-di-di-did you ever wonder

Why we had to run for shelter

When the promise of a brave

New world unfurled beneath

The clear blue sky?

Ooh ooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh

Ooh ooooh ooooh ooooh ooooh


Di-di-di-did you see the frightened ones?

Di-di-di-did you hear the falling bombs?

The flames are all long gone, but the pain lingers on


Goodbye blue sky

Goodbye blue sky

Goodbye

Goodbye

EMPTY SPACES (Roger Waters)

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces

Where we used to talk?

How should I fill the final places ?

How should I complete the wall ?

YOUNG LUST (Gilmour, Waters)

I am just a new boy

A stranger in this town

Where are all the good times?

Who's gonna show this stranger around?


Ooooh, I need a dirty woman

Ooooh, I need a dirty girl


Will some woman in this desert land

Make me feel like a real man?

Take this rock and roll refugee

Oooh, baby set me free

Will some woman in this desert land

Make me feel like a real man?

Take this rock and roll refugee

Oooh, baby set me free


Ooooh, I need a dirty woman

Ooooh, I need a dirty girl


Ooooh, I need a dirty woman

Ooooh, I need a dirty girl

ONE OF MY TURNS (Roger Waters)

« Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars ?

(I’m sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you)

« God! This place is bigger than our apartment! »

(Let me know when you're entering a room)

(Yes sir)

« Um, can I get a drink of water ? »

(I was wondering about)

« You want some, huh ? »

(Yes)

« Oh wow! Hey, look at this tub! Wanna take a bath ? »

(I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us, for her main)

« What are you watching ?»

(If you'll just let me know as soon as you can, Mrs Bancroft, Mrs Bancroft)

«Hello ?»

(I don't understand)

«Are you feeling okay?»


Day after day, the love turns gray

Like the skin of a dying man

And night after night we pretend it's all right

But I have grown older

And you have grown colder

And nothing is very much fun any more

And I can feel one of my turns coming on

I feel cold as a razor blade

Tight as a tourniquet

Dry as a funeral drum

Run to the bedroom

In the suitcase on the left

You'll find my favourite axe

Don't look so frightened

This is just a passing phase

One of my bad days

Would you like to watch TV?

Or get between the sheets?

Or contemplate the silent freeway?

Would you like something to eat?

Would you like to learn to fly?

Would ya?

Would you like to see me try ?


Would you like to call the cops?

Do you think it's time I stopped?

Why are you running away?

DON’T LEAVE ME NOW (Roger Waters)

Ooooh babe, don't leave me now


Don't say it's the end of the road

Remember the flowers I sent

I need you, babe

To put through the shredder

In front of my friends

Ooooh babe, don't leave me now

Ooooh babe, don't leave me now

How could you go?

When you know how I need you

To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night


Ooooh babe, don't leave me now

How can you treat me this way?

Running away

Ooooh babe

Why are you running away ?


Ooh, babe

Ooh, babe

ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL (PART 3) (Roger Waters)

I don't need no arms around me

And I don't need no drugs to calm me

I have seen the writing on the wall

Don't think I need anything at all

No!

Don't think I'll need anything at all


All in all it was all just bricks in the wall

All in all you were all just bricks in the wall

GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD (Roger Waters)

Goodbye cruel world

I'm leaving you today

Goodbye

Goodbye

Goodbye


Goodbye, all you people

There's nothing you can say

To make me change my mind

Goodbye

HEY YOU (Roger Waters)

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 out

Would you touch me?

Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?

Open your heart, I'm coming home

But it was only fantasy

The wall was too high, as you can see

No matter how he tried, he could not break free

And the worms ate into his brain


Hey you, out there on the road

Always doing what you're told

Can you help me?

Hey you, out there beyond the wall

Breaking bottles in the hall

Can you help me?

Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all

Together we stand, divided we fall

IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE ? (Roger Waters)

« Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started

Isn't it unsafe to travel at night ?

It'll be a lot less safe to stay here. Your father's gonna pick up our trail before long

Can Lorca ride ?

He'll have to ride. Lorca, time to go! Chengra, thank you for everything. Let's go.

Goodbye Chengra"

Goodbye, Missy!

I'll be back--one day »

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there?

Ah, is there anybody out there?

NOBODY HOME (Roger Waters)

« But there's somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington …

Who's that? Rose Pilchitt! Rose Pilchitt? Who's that? (Shut up!) 36-24-36 … does that answer your question ? (Oi! I've got a little black book with my poems in!) Who's she? She was 'Miss Armoured Division' in 1961 … »


I've got a little black book with my poems in

Got a bag with 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've got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. 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 will be nobody home

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm

And the inevitable pinhole burns

All down the front of my favourite 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

And I've got a strong urge to fly

But I've got nowhere to fly to (fly to.. fly to.. fly to..)


Ooooh babe when I pick up the phone

("Surprise, surprise surprise...")

There's still nobody home



I've got a pair of Gohills boots

And I've got fading roots

VERA (Roger Waters)

Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?

Remember how she said that

We would meet again

Some sunny day?

Vera! Vera!

What has become of you?

Does anybody else in here

Feel the way I do?

BRING THE BOYS BACK HOME (Roger Waters)

Bring the boys back home

Bring the boys back home

Don't leave the children on their own, no, no

Bring the boys back home

« Wrong, do it again! Time to go!

Are you feeling okay?

He keeps hanging up, and it's a man answering! 

Hahahahaha …. Is there anybody out there ? »

COMFORTABLY NUMB (Gilmour, Waters)

Hello? Is there anybody in there?

Just nod if you can hear me

Is there anyone at home?

Come on (come on), now

I hear you're feeling down

Well I can ease your pain

And get you on your feet again

Relax

I need some information first

Just the basic facts

Can you show me where it hurts?


There is no pain, you are receding

A distant ship, smoke on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move, but I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child, I had a fever

My hands felt just like two balloons

Now I've got that feeling once again

I can't explain, you would not understand

This is not how I am

I have become comfortably numb

I have become comfortably numb


Okay Just a little pin prick 

There'll be no more « Ahhhhhhhh! »

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 SHOW MUST GO ON (Waters)

Oooh Ma, Oooh Pa

Must the show go on?

Ooooooooh Pa

Take me home

Take me home

Take me home

Ooooooooh Ma

Let me go

Let me go

Let me go

There must be some mistake

I didn't mean to let them

Take away my soul

Am I too old, is it too late?


Oooh Ma, Oooh Pa

Where has the feeling gone?

Oooh Ma, Oooh Pa

Will I remember the song?

Ooooooh ooh ah

The show must go on

IN THE FLESH ! (Waters)

So ya thought ya

Might like to go to the show

To feel that 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

We're gonna find out where you fans really stand

Are there any queers in the theater tonight?

Get them 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 coon!

Who let all of this riff-raff into the room?

There's one smoking a joint!

And another with spots!

If I had my way

I'd have all of you shot!

RUN LIKE HELL (Waters, Gilmour)

Run. Run. Run. Run

Run. Run. Run. Run

Run. Run. Run. Run

Run. Run. Run. Run


You better make your face up in your favourite disguise

With your button down lips and your roller blind eyes

With your empty smile and your hungry heart

Feel the bile rising from your guilty past

With your nerves in tatters as the cockle shell shatters

And the hammers batter down your door

You better run

Run. Run. Run. Run

Run. Run. Run. Run

Run. Run. Run. Run

Run. Run. Run. Run


You better run all day and run all night

And keep your dirty feelings deep inside

And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight

You better park the car well out of sight

Cause if they catch you in the back seat trying to pick her locks

They're gonna send you back to Mother in a cardboard box

You better run

WITING FOR THE WORMS (Roger Waters)

Eins, zwei, drei, alle!

Ooooh, you cannot reach me now

Ooooh, no matter how you try

Goodbye, cruel world, it's over

Walk on by


Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall

Waiting for the worms to come

In perfect isolation here behind my wall

Waiting for the worms to come


« Testing. One. Two. One. Two. We’re all going to convene at 1:15 outside Brixton Town Hall where we will be going...

(Waiting) To cut out the deadwood

(Waiting) To clean up the city

(Waiting) To follow the worms

(Waiting) To put on a black shirt

(Waiting) To weed out the weaklings

(Waiting) To smash in their windows and kick in their doors

(Waiting) For the final solution to strengthen the strain

(Waiting) To follow the worms

(Waiting) To turn on the showers and fire the ovens

(Waiting) For the queens and the coons and the reds and the Jews

(Waiting) To follow the worms »

Would you like to see Britannia

Rule again, my friend?

All you have to do is follow the worms

Would you like to send our coloured cousins

Home again, my friend?

All you need to do is follow the worms


« We will convene at Brixton Bus station. We'll be moving along at about 12 o'clock down Stockwell Road. And then pull in ... to Lambeth Road where comrades will assist us. Keeping close abreast in threes, as we move along Lambeth Road towards Vauxhall Bridge. Now when we get to the other side of Vauxhall Bridge, and we're in the Westminster Borough area, it's quite possible we may encounter some Jew boys from the royal … »

STOP (Roger Waters)

Stop!

I wanna go home

Take off this uniform and leave the show

But I'm waiting in this cell, because I have to know

Have I been guilty all this time ?

THE TRIAL (Ezrin, Waters)

Roger Waters: Lead vocals/David Gilmour: Guitar, Bass guitar/Nick Mason: Bass drums, Cymbals

Bob Ezrin: Piano/New York Orchestra: Orchestra

Good morning, Worm your honour

The crown will plainly show

The prisoner who now stands before you

Was caught red-handed showing feelings

Showing feelings of an almost human nature

This will not do

Call the schoolmaster!


I always said he'd come to no good

In the end your honour

If they'd let me have my way I could

Have flayed him into shape

But my hands were tied

The bleeding hearts and artists

Let him get away with murder

Let me hammer him today


Crazy

Toys in the attic, I am crazy

Truly gone fishing

They must have taken my marbles away

(Crazy, toys in the attic, he is crazy)

You little shit you're in it now

I hope they throw away the key

You should have talked to me more often than you did, but no!

You had to go your own way

Have you broken any homes up lately?

"Just five minutes, Worm your honour

Him and me, alone"


Babe

Come to mother baby, let me hold you in my arms

M'lud I never wanted him to get in any trouble

Why'd he ever have to leave me?

Worm, your honour, let me take him home


Crazy

Over the rainbow, I am crazy

Bars in the window

There must have been a door there in the wall

When I came in

(Crazy, over the rainbow, he is crazy)

The evidence before the court is incontrovertible

There's no need for the jury to retire

In all my years of judging, I have never heard before

Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of law

The way you made them suffer

Your exquisite wife and mother

Fills me with the urge to defecate

(Go on, Judge, shit on him!)

Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear

I sentence you to be exposed before your peers

Tear down the wall!


Tear down the wall!

Tear down the wall!

Tear down the wall!

Tear down the wall!

Tear down the wall!

Tear down the wall!

Tear down the wall!

Tear down the wall!

OUTSIDE THE WALL (Roger Waters)

Roger Waters: lead vocals/David Gilmour: backing vocals/Trevor Veitch: Mandolin

Franck Marrocco: Concertina/Larry Williams: Clarinet.

All alone, or in twos

The ones who really love you

Walk up and down, outside the wall

Some hand in hand

And some gathered 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


« Isn't this where … »

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