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Signs Of Life
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Learning To Fly
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The Dogs Of War
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One Slip
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On The Turning Away
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Yet Another Movie
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Round And Around
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A New Machine, Part 1
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Terminal Frost
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A New Machine, Part 2
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sorrow
DAVID GILMOUR - Voice and Guitar
NICK MASON - Drums and Percussion
PRODUCER - Bob Ezrin and David Gilmour
ENGINEER - Andy Jackson
STUDIOS - A&M, Astoria, Audio International, Brittania Row,
Can Am Records, Cherokee Studios, Mayfair Studios and Village Recorder
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Posted on September 7, 1987
SIGNS OF LIFE (Gilmour, Ezrin)
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Instrumental
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LEARNING TO FLY (Gilmour,Moore,Ezrin,Carin)
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Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast,
How Can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I _cc781905 -5cde-3194-bb3b-136bad5cf58d_
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapor trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, A state of bliss
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
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In the distance, a black ribbon
Stretched towards a point of no return
A flight of fancy in a windswept field
Being alone my senses rewound
A fatal attraction catching up with me
How can I escape from this irresistible grip?
I can't take my eyes off the circular sky
Mute and tongue tied
I'm just a misfit to the limits of the earth
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
With no navigator to guide me home
I'm depressed, empty and petrified
Soul in tension that is learning to fly
With the crushed spirit but determined to try
I can't take my eyes off the circular sky
Mute and tongue tied
I'm just a misfit to the limits of the earth
I fly over the planet flying and praying
My dirty halo is a trail of vapor in empty air
Through the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the field of vision of my crying eye
A sleep immune to morning light
You can blow this soul from the edge of the night
No feeling compares to this
Suspended animation, state of delight
I can't take my eyes off the circular sky
Mute and tongue tied
I'm just a misfit to the limits of the earth.
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THE DOGS OF WAR (Gilmour, Moore)
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Dogs of war and men of hate
With no cause, we don't discriminate
Discovery is to be disowned
Our currency is flesh and bone
Hell opened up
and put on sale
Gather 'round and haggle
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
Even our masters don't know
the web we weave
One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world... One world...
Invisible transfers, long distance calls,
Hollow laughter in marble halls
Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
You have unleashed the dogs of war
You can't stop what has begun
Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion
We all have a dark side, to say the least
And dealing in death is the nature of the beast
One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world... One world...
The dogs of war don't negotiate
The dogs of war won't capitulate,
They will take and you will give,
And you must die so that they may live
You can knock at any door,
But wherever you go,
you know they've been there before
Well winners can lose
and things can get strained
But whatever you change,
you know the dogs remain.
One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world... One world...
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dogs of war
And men who hate without reason.
We cannot distinguish them.
This discovery must be repudiated
Flesh and bone is our currency
Hell is with its doors open
and put up for sale
we come together to tear apart
In exchange for money we lie and cheat
Not even our teachers know
with what thread do we weave
The world is a battlefield
we will destroy the world
The world... the world...
Invisible business, long distance calls
Hollow laughter in marble halls
Decisions have already been made
And a silent scream has released the straps
Of the dogs of war
You can't stop what's already started
Hired, sold, they sow oblivion
We all have a dark side, right?
But trading in death is the business of beasts
The world is a battlefield
we will destroy the world
The world... the world...
The dogs of war do not negotiate
The dogs of war do not capitulate
They will receive and you will give
And you must die for them to live
you can hit any door
But wherever you go you will know
That they have been before
winners can lose
And things can get tense
But no matter what you modify
You know the dogs will remain.
The world is a battlefield
we will destroy the world
The world... the world...
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ONE SLIP (Gilmour, Manzanera)
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A restless eye across a weary room
A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin
The music played and played as we whirled without end
No hint, no word her honor to defend
I will, I will she followed my request
And then she tossed her mane while my resolve
was put to the test
Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire
I lead the way to the funeral pyre
And without a thought of the consequence
I gave in to my decadence
One slip, and down the hole we fall
It seems to take no time at all
A momentary lapse of reason
That binds a life for life
A small regret, you won't forget,
There'll be no sleep in here tonight
Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love?
Or was it the hand of fate?
that seemed to fit just like a glove
The moment slipped by
and soon the seeds were sown
The year grew late and neither one wanted to remain alone
One slip, and down the hole we fall
It seems to take no time at all
A momentary lapse of reason
That binds a life for life
A small regret, you will never forget,
There'll be no sleep in here tonight
One slip... One slip.
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A restless eye across a tired room
One glazed look and I was on the road to ruin
The music played and played as we endlessly spun
Not a sign, not a word to defend his honor
I will, I will she sighed at my call
And then she shook her mane while my result
it was put in the test
So we drown in desire, our souls burning
I lead the list for the funeral pyre
And with no knowledge of the consequences
I surrendered to my decay
One slip and down the hole we fall
Seems like it doesn't take long
A momentary lapse of reason
That makes a life for life difficult
A little regret, you won't forget it
There will be no sleeping here tonight
I was in love? Or was I thinking of falling in love?
Or was it in the hand of fate?
That seemed to fit like a glove
The moment went unnoticed
and soon the seeds were sown
The year passed late and none of us wanted to be alone.
One slip and down the hole we fall
Seems like it doesn't take long
A momentary lapse of reason
That makes a life for life difficult
A little regret, you won't forget it
There will be no sleeping here tonight
A slip... A slip.
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ON THE TURNING AWAY (Gilmour, Moore)
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On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that
we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
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turning face
to the weak and oppressed;
and the words that say
and that we do not understand
"Do not think that what happens to them
It is just a problem of the suffering of others
or you will find that you are joining
to the method of turning the face"
It is a sin that, at all costs
Is the light turning into shadow?
and I threw a mantle
about everything we have known?
regardless of social hierarchies
led by a heart of stone,
we could discover that we are
completely alone
in the dream of the proud.
On the wings of the night
while the day shakes,
the voiceless unite
in a silent chord
using words that you find strange
and hypnotizing; while they light the flame,
feel the new wind of change
on the wings of the night.
No more turning the face
to the weak and the oppressed,
no more turning the face
before the interior cold;
there is only one world that everyone must share;
It is not enough to stop and look,
Is it just a dream or really
Won't there be more people turning their faces?
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YET ANOTHER MOVIE (Gilmour, Leonard)
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One sound, one single sound
One kiss, one single kiss
A face outside the window pane
However did it come to this?
A man who ran, a child who cried
A girl who heard, a voice that lied
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed
The use of force, he was so tough
She'll submit soon, she's had enough
The march of fate, the broken will
Someone is lying very still
He has laughed and he has cried
He has fought and he has died
He's just the same as all the rest
He's not the worst, he's not the best
And still this ceaseless murmuring
The babbling that I brook
The seas of faces, eyes upraised
The empty screen, the vacant look
A man in black on a snow white horse,
A pointless life has run its course,
The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
As he fades into the setting sun.
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One sound, one sound.
One kiss, one kiss.
A face on the other side of the window
How did all this come about?
A man who ran, a child who cried.
A girl heard a voice lying.
The sun that lit in furious red
The image of an empty bed.
He used force. he was so rude
That she submitted. He already had too much.
The path of destiny, the broken desire.
Someone lies very still.
He has laughed and he has lied.
He has fought, and he has passed away.
He is the same as everyone else.
He is not worse, he is not better.
And still, this murmur that does not stop.
The chatter I must tolerate.
The seas of faces, the eyes lifted up,
The blank screen, the empty stare.
A man in black rides a snow-white horse.
A life without purpose has rushed by.
The red eyes, the tears that still fall
As he disappears with the sunset.
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ROUND AND AROUND (Gilmour)
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Instrumental
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A NEW MACHINE PART 1 (Gilmour)
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I have always been here
I have always looked out from behind the eyes
It feels like more than a lifetime
Feels like more than a lifetime
Sometimes I get tired of the waiting
Sometimes I get tired of being in here
Is this the way it has always been?
Could it ever have been different?
Do you ever get tired of waiting?
Do you ever get tired of being in there?
Don't worry, nobody lives forever,
Nobody lives forever
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I was always here
and always resurfaced through these eyes,
seems like longer
than lasts a lifetime.
Sometimes I just get tired of waiting
Sometimes I just get tired of being here.
Is this the way things should be?
Couldn't they be different?
Are you always tired of waiting?
Are you tired of being here?
Don't worry, no one lives forever,
no one lives forever.
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TERMINAL FROST (Gilmour)
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Instrumental
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A NEW MACHINE PART 2 (Gilmour)
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I will always be in here
I will always look out from behind these eyes
It's only a lifetime
It's only a lifetime
It's only a lifetime.
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i will always be here
And I will always rise through these eyes
It's only for a lifetime
It's only for a lifetime
It is only for a lifetime.
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SORROW (Gilmour)
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The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awake to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time passes, the river rolls
It's not enough it's not enough
His hand has faltered
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of broken promises.
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The sweet smell of a great sadness lies on the earth
Plumes of smoke rise and merge in the leaden sky:
The lies and dreams of a man, of green fields and rivers
But he gets up one morning for no reason to start walking, he is haunted by the memory of a lost paradise.
In his youth or in a dream, he can't pin it down
He is forever chained to a world that is defunct
It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen and curdled with a fright
Their knees have trembled and they have sunk into the night
His hand has grown weak at the moment of truth
His step has become faltering
One world, one soul
Time passes, the river runs
It's not enough, it's not enough
His hand has grown weak
And speak to the river of lost love and delivery
And silence answers that confusing invitation
It runs dark and turbulent towards an oily sea
A macabre imitation of what is to come
There's a ceaseless wind blowing tonight
And there's dust in my eyes, it blinds my vision
And the silence that speaks much louder than words
Of broken promises
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