UNRELEASED & ALTERNATE

CYMBALINE (Roger Waters) - Alternate Movie Version

The path you tread is narrow

And the drop is sheer and very high

The ravens all are watching

From a vantage point nearby

Apprehension creeping

Like a tube train up your spine

Standing by with a book in his hand

He’s waiting for tonight 


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

And 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 plane

The leaves are heavy around your feet

You hear the thunder of the train

And 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

The bold sentences are differents of the official version

SEABIRDS (Roger Waters) - Unreleased

Mighty waves come crashing down 

The spray is lashing high into the eagle’s eye 

Shrieking as it cuts the devil wind is calling sailors to the deep

But I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear 

Surf is high an’ the sea is awash 

An’ a haze of candy floss, glitter and beads 

Rock that we sat on and watched in the sun 

That was hot to touch And the sea was emerald green 

I can hear the sound of seabirds in my ear

And I can see you smile 

Surf comes rushing up the beach 

Now will it reach the castle wall and will it fall 

Catfish dappled silver flashing

Dogfish puffing bubbles in my deep »

The bold sentences were printed in an obscure music book but are not presents on the movie.

FREE FOUR (Roger Waters) - Movie Version

The bold sentences are differents of the official version

LET’S ROLL ANOTHER ONE (Syd Barrett) - Preversion of Candy and a Current Bun

Oh my girl fading in the sun

Go buy a candy and a currant bun

I'm high! Don't try to spoil the fun

Go cry or I'll have another one


Ooh don't touch me child

Please, you know you drive me wild

Please, you know I'm feeling frail


It's true sun's shining very bright

It's you I'm gonna love tonight

Ice cream tastes good if you eat it right

Ice cream tastes good if you treat it right

Ooh don't talk to me

Please, just walk with me

Please, you know I'm feeling frail


Oh my girl fading in the sun

Go buy a candy and a currant bun

I'm high don't try to spoil the fun

Go cry or I'll have another one


Ooh don't touch me child

Please, you know you drive me wild

Please, you know I'm feeling frail

MATHILDA MOTHER (Syd Barrett) - Alternate Take

There was a boy whose name was Jim. 

His friends, they were very good to him. 

They gave him tea, and cakes and jam. 

And slices of delicious ham

Oh Mother tell me more

Why’d'you have to leave me there


Hanging in my infant air, waiting. 

You only have to read the lines 

of scribbly black and everything shines

The chief defect of Henry King

Was chewing little bits of string

At last he swallowed some which tied

Itself in ugly knots inside

Wondering and dreaming

The words have different meanings

Yes they did…

Finding she was left alone

Went tiptoe to the telephone, 999

Summoned the immediate aid


Of London’s Noble Fire Brigade

For all the time spent in that room

The doll’s house darkness old perfume

And fairy stories held me high

On clouds of sunlight floating by

Oh Mother tell me more

Tell me more …

ECCLESIASTS (Richard Wright) - Unreleased track/later substitued by The Great Gig in the Sky

« …to read from Saint Paul's Letter to the Ephesians, chapter five, verses 15 to 33. I'm reading from the New English Bible. Be most careful then how you conduct yourselves: like simpletons. Use the present opportunity to the full, for these are evil days. Try to understand what the will of the Lord is. Give way to drunkenness and dissipation that goes with it. Let the Holy Spirit fill you. Speak to one another, sing and make music in your hearts to the Lord; and in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ give thanks every day... (some of the above echoed)


Drawn into us, in this time of worship, take care... Jesus, thy word... and the harm they've done to us...

Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name. Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trepasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory, forever and ever. (all heavily echoed)


...audaciously carry a torch of progress, even to the glorious future opening forth. Yet how funny, that the form their insubordination takes should be a demand for... 


I only wish I could show you the numbers of letters which I have received in support of the holy works. People who are working said … »

HEART BEAT, PIG MEAT (Gilmour, Waters, Mason, Wright) - Film version

« … Worried about it. They’re playing games with us.

But that’s not that kind of oppression.

Yeah. Can’t be. Plus we have … »


« So what are we going to do about it when it happens.

If we are actually … when it happens.    

… are concerned because teenagers are sometimes so freaked

out they cannot sit up straight in class. This is getting … »


« … worrying about … »


« … want to educate people about what’s going on

in school. What’s happening in school, that’s what all

you should worry about. You listen …You know. 

Perhaps white people are more oppressed than black people

because they can’t even see their own oppression.

That oppression is… That, that oppression is, ah … »


« … Gimme a hand, Lance. Motor manufacturers in the States

report life expectancy of their engines has doubled. I really

like that one. Elbow bender … »


« … police methods are slick, something honest about that.

You’re a robot, and it gets worse from there. you can recognize that

At least face the facts what’s happening in that school.

There’ve been troubles since that school was built »


« … people go to school, you know, to get those grades,

to get those degrees. To get those grades, your feeling

is like one grade is better than the other … less, um, less and people »

« Maxi-coats are both a curse and a blessing for New York

dry cleaners. They’re charging 32 shillings to tackle the new styles, nearly double what … »


« and also, you all know that there was a press conference

by the police today. And they said that a man with a green

book bag pulled a gun, right? And »              


« They’re taking our nags, Ace! Yeah! And making damn good targets of themselves. 

Let them have it! A withering fire brought two horses ran free. Grab them mounts.

We’ve got a chance now … »


« … against why filed and unfilled, all the issues …

Win a Florida holiday and a color TV »


« … these motherfuckers using insults, exchanging insults.

you want to go and deal with us on that level we’ll deal with you at that level. outside. 

You go outside. Then you know I’ll have to meet you. You actually are. 

There’s nothing in between you. We’re gonna deal with you …

They issue statements. Strikes. Does anybody …    « 


« I heard the sound and told myself this as I stormed out of the house. 

I’d like to say no just once Now we set up »


« Good one/ Man they all need me »


« … revolution … we’ve got our lives on the line somebodyís house. This house is a organize. Police used tear gas »

EMBRYO (Roger Waters) - Unreleased Track

All this love, is all I am

A ball is all I am

I'm so new compared to you

And I am very small


Warm glow, moon gloom

Always need a little more room

Waiting here seems like years

Never seen the light of day

All around I hear strange sounds

Come gurgling in my ear

Red the light and dark the night

I feel my dawn is near


Warm glow, moon gloom

Always need a little more room

Whisper low, here I go

I will see the sunshine show

ROGER’S BOOGIE (Uncredited) - Unreleased Track

Lady divine, I hear on the grapevine

Gabriel came to the stable last night

Lady divine, I hear on the grapevine

Gabriel came to the stable last night

FREE FOUR (Roger Waters) - Movie Version

The memories of a man in his old age

Are the deeds of a man in his prime    

You shuffle in the gloom of a sick room    

And talk to yourself as you die    


And life is a short warm moment    

And death is a long cold rest    

You get your chance to try    

In the twinkling of an eye    

In eighty years with luck    

Or even less    


So take my advice    

And cut yourself a slice

And try not to make it too big

'Cos things are hard to grow...

And I can tell you

'Cos I know better not to make yourself sick.

ECHOES (Waters, Richard Wright, Gilmour, Mason) - First Version

Planets sitting face to face

Up on to the air and land, how sweet  ? 

If every single might embrace ? 


The perfect union deep in space

Over night this once dry land

Can give us need to shine as one

Our two lights shine better than one light can 


And if that longing to move on 

With parting smiles, whats sad is gone

I'll see you’ve got to travel on and on and on around the stars

Planets meeting face to face

One to the other cry our sleep  

If endlessly we might embrace 


The perfect union deep in space

Heaven might miss once revenge

And give us lead to shine as one

Our true lights here

Forever one might play 


And if that longing to be on 

Departing sun and sound has drawn

I' see you got to travel on 

And on and on around the sun

You are the angel of death

And I am the dead man’s son

And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole

And everyone is still on the run    


He was buried like a mole in a foxhole    

And everyone's still on the run    

And who is the master of foxhounds    

And who says the hunt has begun ?    

And who calls the tune in the courtroom

And who beats the funeral drum ?


The memories of a man in his old age    

Are the deeds of a man in his prime    

You shuffle in the gloom of a sick room    

And talk to yourself till you die

WHAT SHALL WE DO NOW ? (Roger Waters) - Unreleased

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces

Where waves of hunger roar

Shall we set out across this sea of faces

In search of more and more applause

Shall we buy a new guitar

Shall we drive a more powerful car

Shall we work straight-through the night

Shall we get into fights

Leave the lights on

Drop bombs

Do tours of the East

Contract diseases

Bury bones

Break up homes


Send flowers by phone

Take to drink

Go to shrinks

Give up meat

Rarely sleep

Keep people as pets

Train dogs

Race rats

Fill the attic with cash

Bury treasure

Store up leisure

But never relax at all

With our backs to the wall

THE HERO’S RETURN (PART 2) (Roger Waters) - Unreleased

Jesus Christ, I might as well be dead

I can't see how dangerous

It must feel to me

Training human cogs for the machine

Without some shell-shocked lunatic like me

Bombarding their still soft shells

With sticks and stones

That were lying around

In the pile of unspeakable feelings I'd found

When I turned back the stone

Turned over the stone

Of my own disappointment back home

THE SHOW MUST GO ON (Waters) - Live Version

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


Do I have to stand up

Wild eyed in the spotlight

What a nightmare

Why don’t I turn and run

Oooh Pa take me home

Oooh Ma 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

WHEN THE TIGERS BROKE FREE (Waters)

« It was just before dawn one miserable

Morning in black Forty-Four

When the forward commander was told to sit tight

When he asked that his men be withdrawn

And the Generals gave thanks as the other ranks

Held back the enemy tanks for a while

And the Anzio bridgehead was held for the price

Of a few hundred ordinary lives

And kind old King George sent Mother a note

When he heard that Father was gone

It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll

With gold leaf and all

And I found it one day

In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away

And my eyes still grow damp to remember

His Majesty signed with his own rubber stamp

It was dark all around, there was frost in the ground

When the Tigers broke free

And no one survived

From the Royal Fusiliers Company Z

They were all left behind

Most of them dead, the rest of them dying

And that's how the High Command

Took my daddy from me »

THE CHRISTMAS SONG (1975)

« One, two, three, four

Here comes Santa in his sleigh

Those silver bells they sound so gay

His shiny sleigh is heaped with toys

To give to all good girls and boys


No, not yet. 


With dolls and golli***s and clockwork trains

Prams, tin soldiers and little model planes

Going to fill your stocking so long as you've been good

As I'm sure that you have because you know you should


Middle eight.

Have I got to sing that?

Yes.

You don't sing, you just say.

Okay 

Right?

Right.

One, two, three


Cheerful face is wreathed in smiles

Can see him coming for miles and miles

As he passes by he'll catch your ear

With 'Merry Christmas Guv, and a Happy New Year'

Man...


Shout it out as a cheery Christmas greeting, Alan!

Yeah, shout that one out, right?


Turkey and sausages and Christmas pud'

Have another helping John - Oh I don't think I could

Christmas parcels under the tree

None for you and six for me »

IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE ? (Part 2) (1978/Waters)

« Is there anybody out there ? 

Out there on your own, Naked by the telephone, Casually leaning on the wall 

To stop you falling, Waiting For the call, Or the footsteps in the hall, 

The knock on the door, Cannot stem the sensation, Of seemingly endless freefall »

IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE ? (Part 3) (1978/Waters)

« Is there anyone out there ? Do you sometimes get lonely and cry, Oooh, are you out there tonight ? Is there anyone out there ? »

TEACHER, TEACHER (1978/Waters) - Pre-version of The Hero’s Return

« Schoolboy, schoolboy, did you hear what I said?

How am I supposed to make you see the light?

It’s hard enough to sleepwalk through the day

Without some creepy little boy like you

Bombarding my lonely shell

Glimpses of half open doors

Gleams in the night that I might well have followed myself

Teacher, teacher, you might as well be dead

All those years you tried to suck my brain away

It was hard enough to drag myself from bed

Without some crazy lunatic like you

Bombarding my still soft shell

Sticks and stones that you found lying around
In the pile of unspeakable feelings you found

When you turn back the stone

Turned over the stone

Of your own disappointment

Back home »

YOUR POSSIBLE PAST (1982/Waters)  - Longer Version

« They flutter behind you your possible pasts

Some bright-eyed 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?

She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile

Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign

Her cold eyes imploring the men in their MACs

For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs

Stepping up boldly one put out his hand

He said, “I was just a child then, now I’m only a man.”


Do you remember me? How we used to be?

Do you think we should be closer?

By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad

Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray

Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay

Strung out behind us the banners and flags

Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags


Do you remember me? How we used to be?

Do you think we should be closer?

The bold sentences are cutted on the official version

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