STUDIO ALBUM
ANIMALS
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Pigs On The Wing, Part 1
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dogs
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Pigs (Three Different Ones)
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sheep
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Pigs On The Wing, Part 2
DAVID GILMOUR - Voice and Guitar
ROGER WATERS - Voice and Bass.
RICHARD WRIGHT - Keyboards
NICK MASON - Drums and Percussion
PRODUCER - Pink Floyd
ENGINEER - Brian Humphries
STUDIOS - Brittania Row Studios
Posted on 21 January 1977
PIGS ON THE WING, PART 1 (Waters)
If you didn't care what
happened to me,
And I didn't care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing
up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggars to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.
If you didn't care
what happened to me,
And I didn't worry about you
We would find ourselves zigzagging
through boredom and pain
Occasionally raising our eyes through the rain.
Wondering which of the bastards to blame
And hoping to see flying pigs.
DOGS (Waters, Gilmour)
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have
a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy
meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving silently, downwind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
And after a while,
you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie,
and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and
an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder,
and harder as you get older.
And in the end you'll pack up
and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you loose control,
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And as the fear grows,
the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose
the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down,
all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.
I gotta admit that I'm a little confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm
just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake
off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground,
How can I find my way out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb, and blind,
you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and
no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner _cc781905-5cde-3194-bb3b- 136bad5cf58d_
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart,
everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit
in the fan.
Who was told what
to do by the man.
Who was broken
by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with necklace and chain.
Who was given a seat in the stand.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.
You have to be crazy, you have to have
a real necessity
You have to sleep on your toes, and when you are on the street
You have to be able to mince meat easily
with eyes closed
So quietly approaching With the wind against and unseen
You have to jump at the right moment, without thinking.
And after a while,
you can earn points in elegance
Like the club tie
and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eyes
and an easy smile
You have to earn the trust of those you lie to
So that when they turn their backs on you
Have a chance to put the knife in it.
You gotta keep an eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get more and more
hard as you get older
And, in the end, you will pack your bags
and you will fly south
And you will hide your head in the sand
Like a sad old man más
All alone dying of cancer.
And when you lose control
you will reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows,
bad blood slows down until it turns to stone.
And it's too late to drop
the weight you used to need download
around you
So, have a good sinking while,
lonely, you sink,
Dragged by the stone.
I have to admit I'm a bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if
was being used.
I have to stay awake, I have to try
Shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my ground,
How am I going to manage to get out of this maze?
Deaf, dumb and blind,
you continue to believe that
Everyone is expendable and that
no one has a true friend
And it seems to you that what had to be done is to isolate the winner
And everything is done under the sun
And you believe with all your heart that
everyone is a murderer.
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit
in the fan.
Who told the man
what I had to do.
Who was trained
by trained personnel
Who was equipped with necklace and chain
Who received a seat in the rostrum
Who was leaving the pack
Who was just a stranger at home
Who, in the end, was pulverized
Who was found dead at phone
Who was dragged by the stone.
PIGS (THREE DIFFERENT ONES) (Waters)
Big man, pig man,
ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel,
ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down
in the pig bin,
Saying "Keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find?.
When you're down in the pig mine.
You're almost a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Bus stop rat bag,
ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag,
ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth a quick grin.
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff
with a hatpin,
And good fun
with a hand gun.
You're almost a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
Hey you, Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town house,
Ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our
feelings off the street.
You're almost a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you're nearly a treat,
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.
Big man, pig man,
ha ha, you are a fake
You rich big shot,
ha ha, you are a fake
And when your hand is on your heart
You are almost a good joke
Almost a jester,
With your head in
at the pig feeder
Saying "keep digging."
Pig spots on your fat chin
What do you hope to find?
When you're down there in the pig mine?
You are almost a laugh
You are almost a laugh
But in reality you are a cry.
Old Bus Stop Rat,
ha ha, you are a fake
You fucking old hag,
ha ha, you are a fake
You radiate cold rays of broken glass
You are almost a good joke
You almost deserve a slight smile
Do you like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff
with a hat pin
And some good fun
with a hand revolver
You are almost a laugh
You are almost a laugh
But in reality you are a cry.
Hey you White House,
ha ha, you are a fake
You proud city house mouse,
ha ha, you are a fake
Are you trying to keep our
feelings away from the street
You are almost a real delight
All hermetic lips and cold feet
And do you feel insulted?
You have to contain the evil tide
And keep it all inside
Mary, you are almost a delight
Mary, you are almost a delight
But you're actually a cry.
SHEEP (Waters)
Harmlessly passing your time
in the grassland away;
Only dimly aware of a certain
join in the air.
You better watch out,
There may be dogs about
I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen
Things are not what they seem.
What do you get for pretending
the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors
into the valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is no bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd,
I shall not want He makes me down to lie
Through green pastures
He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With bright knives
He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks
in high places.
He converted me to lamb cutlets,
For him, He hath great power,
and great hunger.
When come the day
we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection,
and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
Bleating and babbling
I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
March cheerfully out of darkness
into the dream.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.
Harmlessly spending your time
in the distant meadows
only dimly aware of a certain
restlessness in the air.
You better watch out
there could be dogs around
I have looked over Jordan and I have seen that things
they are not what they seem.
what do you gain by pretending
that the dangers are not real?
Meek and obedient, follow the leader
You descend through the corridors
towards the steel valley
What a surprise!
A look of terminal fright hits your eyes.
Now things are really what they seem
No, this is not a bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd, I will not want him to make me fall.
Through green pastures led me across silent waters with shining knives set my soul free.
hung me with hooks
in high places.
He turned me into mutton chops, so he has great power.
and great hunger.
When the day comes when
we humble ones by silent reflection and great dedication will master the art of karate, lo and behold we will rise up and then we will make the bastards' eyes water.
bleating and babbling
we fell on his neck with a cry
One over another, waves. demented avengers
They march merrily from the dark
to plunge into sleep.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
Better stay home and do what you are told
Stay out of the way if you want to get old.
PIGS ON THE WING, PART 2 (Waters)
You know that I care what happens to you,
And I know that you care for me.
So I don't feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows
a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.
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And I know that you care about me.
So I don't feel alone,
I don't even feel the weight of the stone,
Now that I have found a safe place
To bury my bone
And any fool knows
that a dog needs a home
A shelter against flying pigs.