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STUDIO ALBUM
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IS THIS THE LIFE WE REALLY WANT?
1. When We Were Young
2. Déjà Vu
3. The Last Refugee
4.Picture That
5.Broken Bones
6. Is This The Life We Really Want?
7. Bird In A Gale
8. The Most Beautiful Girl
9. Smell The Roses
10. Wait For Her
11.Oceans Apart
12. Part Of Me Died
ROGER WATERS - Voice, Bass and Guitar
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PRODUCER - Nigel Godrich
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ENGINEER - Nigel Godrich and Sam Petts-Davies
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STUDIOS - United Recording, Five Star Recording, Electric Lady Studios and Wack Formula Studio
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Posted on June 2, 2017
WHEN WE WERE YOUNG (Waters)
When we were young, we could piss up the boys
a black expansion of pitch, or tar, or whatever it was,
it doesn't matter much anymore.
And tosses with the girls before the advent
of pubescent awe and confusion.
Knickers thick, pasty in the roar of adolescence's dawn.
How innocent and cruel ran the gauntlet of first stirrings
in the changing rooms of May.
Where are you now? Don't answer that.
I'm still ugly. You're still fat.
I've still got spots. I'm still afraid.
Our parents made us what we are or was it God?
Who gives a fuck, it's never really over
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When we were young we boys could throw a party
a black expanse of pitch, or tar, or whatever,
it doesn't matter much anymore.
And stir with the girls before the advent
of pubescent fear and confusion.
Thick, pasty panties in the roar of the dawn of adolescence.
How innocent and cruel emerged unscathed from the first emotions
in May's locker room.
Where are you now? Don't answer that.
I'm still ugly. You're still fat.
I still have pimples. I'm still afraid.
Did our parents make us the way we are or was it God?
Who the fuck cares, it's never really over
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DÉJÀ VU (Waters)
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If I had been God
I would have rearranged the veins in the face
to make them more resistant to alcohol
and less prone to aging
If I had been God
I would have sired many sons
and I would not have suffered
the Romans to kill even one of them
If I had been God
With my staff and my rod
If I had been given the nod
I believe I could have
donate a better job
If I were a drone
patrolling foreign skis
With my electronic eyes
for guidance
And the element of surprise
I would be afraid
to find someone home
Maybe a woman at a stove
Baking bread, making rice
or just boil down some bones
If I were a drone
The temple's in ruins
The bankers get fat
The buffalo's gone
And the mountain top's flat
The trout in the streams
are all hermaphrodites
You read to the left
but you walk to the right
And it feels like déjà vu
The sun goes down and I'm still missing you
Counting the cost of love that got lost
And under my Gulf Stream
in circular balls
There's ninety-nine cents worth
of drunkards and fools.
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If I had been God
would have rearranged the veins in the face
to make them more resistant to alcohol
and less prone to aging
If I had been God
would have fathered many children
and would not have suffered
if the romans killed even one of them
If I had been God
with my staff and my staff
If they had given me consent
I think there could be
done a better job
if i were a drone
patrolling foreign skies
with my electronic eyes
to help
and the element of surprise
I would be afraid
to find someone home
maybe a woman in a stove
baking bread, making rice
or just boiling some bones
if i were a drone
the temple is in ruins
bankers get fat
the buffalo is gone
and the top of the mountain is flat
trout in streams
they are all hermaphrodites
you lean to the left
but you walk to the right
and it feels like déjà vu
The sun goes down and I still miss you
counting the value of love that was lost
and under my Gulf Stream
in circular balls
there are ninety-nine cents on the dollar
of drunks and fools.
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THE LAST REFUGEE (Waters)
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Lie with me now
Under lemon tree skis
Show me the shy, slow smile
you keep hidden by warm brown eyes
Catch the sweet hover
of lips just barely apart
and wonder
at loves sweet ache
And the wild beat of my near
oh rhapsody
tearing me apart
And I dreamed I was saying
goodbye to my child
She was taking
a last look at the sea
Wading through dreams
up to our knees
in warm ocean swells
While bathing belles soft
Beneath hard bitten shells
punch their iPhones, erasing
the numbers of redundant lovers
And look for the horizon
And you'll find my child, down by the shore
Digging around for a chain or a bone
Searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea
The last refugee
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lay with me now
under lemon skies
Show me the shy, slow smile
that you keep hidden by warm brown eyes
Catch the sweet flight
lips barely parted
and marvel
of the sweet pain of love
and the wild rhythm of my strength
oh rhapsody
tearing me apart
and i dreamed i was saying
goodbye to my daughter
she was throwing
one last look at the sea
wading through dreams
up to our knees
in warm ocean swells
while bathing soft beauty
under the hard-bitten shells
Hit their iphones, erasing
the numbers of redundant lovers
and examine the horizon
and you will find my daughter, lying on the shore
digging up a chain or a bone
searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea
the last refugee
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PICTURE THAT (Waters)
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Imagine while you lean on the port lane
throwing away the last cigarette
imagine your finger ringing the bell
picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat
imagine yourself in the streets of Laredo
imagine the Casbah, imagine Japan
imagine your son with his hand on the trigger
imagine prosthetics in afghanistan
imagine a courthouse with no fucking laws
imagine a brothel without fucking whores
imagine a toilet without fucking drains
imagine a leader without a fucking brain
follow me filming me at the show
on a phone from a seat right in the front row
follow miss universe catching some rays
I wish you were here in Guantánamo
Imagine a seat on a private plane
imagine your feet nailed to the ground
imagine a crew that is clearly insane
imagine that there are no windows, that there are no doors
glued to a screen in the state of Nevada
following the dream gets harder and harder
imagine her wrapping a gift for the wedding
imagine her boiling the water for tea
imagine the kids climbing into the backseat
imagine my hand turning the keys
Oh imagine that...
imagine the dog in the van in front
imagine the tree by the side of the road
imagine my hands getting colder
follow me to a place by the river
sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver
why so needy, so fucking weak
there is no such thing as being too greedy
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BROKEN BONES (Waters)
Sometimes I stare at the night sky
See them stars a billion light years away
And it makes me feel small like a bug on a wall
Who gives a shit anyway?
Who gives a shit anyway?
When World War II was over
Though the slate was never wiped clean
We could have picked over them broken bones
We could have been free
But we chose to adhere to abundance
We chose the American Dream
And ooo, Mistress Liberty -
How we abandoned thee
How
We abandoned thee
And oh, Mistress Liberty
How we abandoned thee
Could've been born in Shreveport
Or he could've been born in Tehran
It doesn't much matter where you're born
Little babies mean us no harm
They have to be taught to dismiss us
To bulldoze our homes to the ground
To believe their fight is for liberty
To believe their god will keep them safe and sound
Safe and sound
Safe and sound
We cannot turn back the clock
Cannot go back in time
But we can say
Fuck you, we will not listen to
Your bullshit and lies
Your bullshit and lies
Sometimes I look at the night sky
I see those stars a billion light years away
and it makes me feel small like a bug on a wall
Who gives a shit anyway?
Who gives a shit anyway?
When World War II ended
although the slate was never wiped
we could have picked up the broken bones
we could have been free
But we choose to join the abundance
we chose the american dream
and uh, lady freedom
how we abandoned you
As
we abandoned you
and uh, lady freedom
how we abandoned you
I could have been born in Shreveport
or could have been born in Tehran
it doesn't matter much where you are born
little babies don't hurt us
they have to be taught to despise us
to raze our homes to their foundations
to believe that their fight is for freedom
To believe that their god will keep them safe and sound
Safe and sound
Safe and sound
We can't turn back the clock
we can't go back in time
but we can say
fuck you, we won't listen
your bullshit and lies
your bullshit and lies
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IS THIS THE LIFE WE REALLY WANT? (Waters)
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[Donald Trump]
"As an example you're CNN. I mean it's story, after story, after story is bad. I won. I won. And the other thing, chaos.
There's zero chaos. We are running - this is a fine-tuned machine..."
The goose has gotten fat
On caviar and fancy bars
And subprime loans
and broken houses
Is this the life, the holy grail?
It's not enough that we succeed
We still need others to fail
Fear, fear drives the mills of modern man
Fear keeps us all online
Fear of all those foreigners
Fear of all their crimes
Is this the life we really want?
It surely must be so
For this is a democracy and what we all say goes
And every time a student is run over by a tank
And every time a pirate's dog is forced to walk the plank
Every time a Russian bride is advertised for sale
And every time a journalist is left to rot in jail
Every time a young girl's life is casually spent
And every time a nincompoop becomes the president
Every time someone dies reaching for their keys
And every time that Greenland falls in the fucking sea it's because
All of us, the blacks and whites
Chicanos, Asians - every type of ethnic group
Even folks from Guadaloupe, the old, the young
Toothless hags, supermodels, actors, fags, bleeding hearts
Football stars, men in bars, washer women, tailors, tarts
Grannies, grandpas, uncles, aunts
Friends, relationships, homeless tramps
Clerics, truckers, cleaning ladies, ants
Maybe not before
Why not before?
Well, because it's true
The ants don't have enough IQ to differentiate between
The pain that other people feel
And well, for instance, cutting leaves
Or crawling across window sills
In search of open treacle tins
So like the ants, are we just dumb?
Is that why we don't feel or see
Or are we all just numbered out on reality TV?
So every time
The curtain falls
Every time the curtain falls on some forgotten life
It is because we all stood by silent and indifferent
It's normal!
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(Donald Trump's voice)
"As an example, you are CNN. I mean one story after another after another is bad.
I win. I win. And the other thing, chaos.
There is no chaos. We're running - this is a well tuned machine "
The goose has fattened
with caviar and luxury bars
and subprime loans
and broken homes
Is this life, the holy grail?
it's not enough that we succeed
we still need others to fail
fear, fear drives the mills of modern man
fear keeps us all aligned
fear all those foreigners
fear all their crimes
Is this the life we really want?
surely it must be so
for this is a democracy and what we all say goes ahead
and every time a student gets hit by a tank
and every time a pirate's dog is forced to walk the plank
every time a russian bride is advertised for sale
And every time a journalist is left to rot in jail
every time a girl's life is ended by chance
and every time a jerk becomes the president
every time someone dies reaching for their keys
And every time Greenland falls into the fucking sea it's because
all of us blacks and whites
Chicanos, Asians - all kinds of ethnic groups
even people from Guadalupe, the old, the young
toothless witches, supermodels, actors, fagots, the pitiful ones
football stars, men in bars, laundresses, tailors, whores
grandmothers, grandfathers, uncles, aunts
friends, relationships, homeless bums
clergymen, truckers, cleaning ladies, ants
maybe not the ants
why not ants?
well, because it's true
that ants do not have enough IQ to differentiate between
the pain that other people feel
and well, for example, cut leaves
or crawl across window sills
looking for open cans of molasses
So like ants, we're just dumb?
Is that why we don't feel or see
Or are we all just stunned by reality TV?
so every time
that the curtain falls
Every time the curtain falls on some forgotten life
it is because we all remain silent and indifferent
It is normal!
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BIRD IN A GALE (Waters)
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are you blowing
like a bird in a gale?
Does the pain of your loss
Seep into your feathers like rain?
Do the bars of your cage
feel low or cold to the touch?
Were my caresses too gentle?
Did I love you too much?
The dog is scratching at the door
The boy is drowning in the sea
Can I crash out on your floor?
The loon is howling at the sea
Can I crash out on your floor?
Is there room in the story for me?
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You are flying
like a bird in a gale?
the pain of your loss
seeps through your feathers like rain?
The bars of your cage
Do they feel small or cold to the touch?
Was my touch too soft?
did i love you too much
the dog is scratching the door
the boy is drowning in the sea
Can I crash on your floor?
the loon is howling in the sea
Can I crash on your floor?
Is there a place in history for me?
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THE MOST BEAUTIFUL GIRL (Waters)
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She may well have been
The most beautiful girl in the world
Her life snuffed out
Like a bulldozer crushing a pearl
The secret committee
Deep in its lair
conveniently far
From the cold desert air
puts a tick in a box,
Turns the key in a lock
To loosen the bonds in her hair
Sleep if you can
Wrapped safe in your cloak
The tumbledown twilight
havana smoke
Caught in your throat
Mistress Liberty's dance
Held you in its trance
Her bosoms were loaded with nectar and lances
"Well, boys", she said
"You have broken the trust.
Hold onto that stick if you must."
Take a fresh grip
On the crucible rune
The patchwork of ashes
Sweeps away love like a broom
madness comes down
Like the crackpot of ages
The raging of angels
Cathedral of stars
Christopher Robin says
"Alice, go home now.
They're no longer changing the guard."
"Hold on", she said
"You're breaking my heart"
It's weird how the steel rails
Disappear into the dark
They clung to the ivory tower on her braids
They were never afraid of falling
But the bomb hit the spot where the numbers all stop
And the last thing they heard was her calling...
home
Home, I'm coming home
I'm the life that you gave
I'm the children you save
I'm the promise you made
I'm the woman you crave
So hold on
I'm coming home
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She may well have been
the most beautiful girl in the world
his life was extinguished
like a bulldozer crushing a pearl
the secret committee
at the bottom of his lair
conveniently away
of the cold desert air
put a mark in a box,
put the key in a padlock
to loosen the ties in her hair
sleep if you can
safely wrapped in your cloak
the fallen twilight
havana smoke
stuck in your throat
Mrs. Liberty's dance
stopped you in your trance
her breasts were loaded with nectar and spears
"Well boys," she said.
"You have broken trust.
hold on to that stake if you have to."
take a new grip
in the crucible rune
the mosaic of ashes
sweep love like a broom
madness is reduced
like the eccentricity of the times
The wrath of the angels
star cathedral
Christopher Robin says
"Alice, go home now.
There are no more changings of the guard."
"hold on" she said
"You are breaking my heart"
It's strange how the rails of steel
disappear in the dark
they clung to the ivory tower in their braids
they were never afraid of falling
but the bomb fell in the place where all the numbers stop
and the last thing they heard was her saying...
home
home i'm coming home
I am the life you gave me
I'm the boy you saved
I am the promise you made
I am the woman you long for
so hold on
I am coming home
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SMELL THE ROSES (Waters)
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There's a mad dog pulling at his chain
A hint of danger in his eye
Alarm bells raging 'round his brain
And a chimney smoking in the sky
wake up
Wake up and smell the roses
Close your eyes and pray this wind don't change
There's nothing but screams in the field of dreams
Nothing but hope at the end of the rope
Nothing but gold in the chimney smoke
Come on honey, it's real money
This is the room where they make the explosives
Where they put your name on the bomb
Here's where they buried the "buts" and the "ifs" and
scratch out words like "right" and "wrong"
wake up
Wake up and smell the phosphorus
This is the room we keep the human hair
Don't ask don't tell, it could mean a loss for us
Yeah, a little less cash in the stash
in the cupboard at the bottom of the stair -
money honey
wake up
Wake up and smell the bacon
Run your greasy fingers through her hair
This is the life that you have taken
Just a line in the captain's log
Just a whine from a resident dog
Another kid didn't make the grade
Come on honey, it's a fair trade
wake up
Wake up and smell the roses
Throw her photo on the funeral pyre, yeah
Now we can forget the threat she poses
Girl you know you couldn't get much higher
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There's a mad dog pulling on his chain
a hint of danger in his eye
alarm bells are going off around his brain
and a chimney smoking in the sky
Wake up
wake up and smell the roses
close your eyes and pray that this wind doesn't change
there is nothing but screams in the field of dreams
nothing but hope at the end of the rope
nothing but gold in the smoke from the chimney
come on baby it's real money
this is the room where they make the explosives
where they put your name on the bomb
This is where they bury the "buts" and the "what ifs" and
suppress words like "correct" and "incorrect"
Wake up
wake up and smell the match
this is the room where we keep human hair
don't ask don't tell, it could mean a loss for us
Yeah a little less cash in the stash
in the cupboard at the bottom of the stairs -
money, honey
Wake up
wake up and smell the bacon
run your greasy fingers through his hair
this is the life you have chosen
just a line in the captain's log
just a whimper from a resident dog
another guy didn't succeed
come on baby it's a fair deal
Wake up
wake up and smell the roses
Throw her picture on the funeral pyre, yeah
now we can forget the threat she poses
Girl you know you couldn't get much higher
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WAIT FOR HER (Waters, Darwish)
Will a glass inlaid with gemstones
On a pool around the evening
Among the perfumed roses
Wait for her
With the patience of a packhorse
Loaded for the mountains
Like a stoic, noble prince
Wait for her
With seven pillows laid out on the stair
The scent of women's incense fills the air
Be calm, and wait for her
And do not flush the sparrows that are nesting in their braids
All along the barricades
Wait for her
And if she comes soon
Wait for her
And if she comes late
Wait
Let her be still
As a summer afternoon
A garden in full bloom
Let her breathe in the air
That is foreign to her heart
Let her lips part
Wait for her
Take her to the balcony
See the moon soaked in milk
Hear the rustle of her silk
Wait for her
Don't let your eyes light upon
The twin doves of her breast
Lest they take flight
Wait for her
And if she comes soon
Wait for her
And if she comes late
wait, wait
Serve her water before wine
Don't touch her hand
Let your fingertips
Rest at her command
Speak softly as a flute would
To a fearful violin
Breathe out
Breathe in
And as the echo fades
From that final shot
Remember the promises you made
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It will be a glass encrusted with precious stones
in a pool around the night
among the scented roses
wait for her
with the patience of a pack horse
loaded for the mountains
like a stoic, noble prince
wait for her
with seven pillows stretched out on the stairs
the scent of women's incense fills the air
be calm, and wait for her
and do not make the sparrows that are nesting in their braids fall
along the barricades
wait for her
and if he comes soon
wait for her
and if he is late
Wait
let her stay still
like summer afternoon
a garden in full bloom
let her breathe in the air
that is foreign to your heart
let their lips part
wait for her
take her to the balcony
look at the moon soaked in milk
listen to the rustle of its silk
wait for her
don't let your eyes settle
in the twin doves of her chest
so they don't run away
wait for her
and if he comes soon
wait for her
and if he is late
wait wait
serve him water before wine
don't touch his hand
leave the tips of your fingers
rest if she asks you to
speak softly like a flute would
to a fearful violin
exhale
aspire
and when the echo fades
of that final execution
remember the promises you made
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OCEANS APART (Waters)
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She was always here in my heart
Always the love of my life
We were strangers, oceans apart
But when I laid eyes on her a part of me died
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She was always here in my heart
Always the love of my life
We were strangers, far apart
But when I laid eyes on her a part of me died
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PART OF ME DIED (Waters)
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The part that is envious
Cold hearted and devious
Greedy, mischievous
Global, Colonial
Bloodthirsty, blind
Mindless and cheap
Focused on borders
And slaughter and sheep
Burning of books
Bulldozing houses
Giving to targeted killing with drones
Lethal injections
Arrest without trial
monocular vision
Gangrene and slime
Unction, sarcasm
common assault
Self-satisfied heroic killers
lifted high
Piracy warnings
Acid attacks
On women by bullies
And perverts and hacks
The rigging of ballots
And the buying of power
lies from the pulpit
Monkfish in the shower
Mute, indifferent
Feeling no shame
Portly, important
Leering, deranged
Sat in the corner
Watch TV
Deaf to the cries of
Children in pain
Dead to the world
Just watching the game
Watching endless repeats -
Out of sight, out of mind
Silence, indifference:
The ultimate crime
But when I met you
That part of me died
bring me a bowl
To bathe her feet in
Bring me my final cigarette
It would be better by far to die in her arms
Than to linger
In a lifetime of regret
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