STUDIO ALBUM
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THE FINAL CUT
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The Postwar Dream
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Your Possible Pasts
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The Hero's Return
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Gunner's Dream
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Paranoid Eyes
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Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert
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The Fletcher Memorial Home
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Southampton Dock
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The Final Cut
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Not Now John
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Two Suns In The Sunset
DAVID GILMOUR - Voice and Guitar
ROGER WATERS - Voice and Bass.
NICK MASON - Drums and Percussion
PRODUCER - Roger Waters, Michael Kamen and James Guthrie
ENGINEER - James Guthrie and Andy Jackson
STUDIOS - Abbey Road, Billiard Room, Eel Pie Studios, Hookend Studios, Mayfar Studios, Olympic Studios and RAK Studios
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Posted on March 21, 1983
THE POST WAR DREAM (Waters)
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Tell me true, tell me why,
was jesus crucified
Is it for this that Daddy died?
Was it for you? Was it me?
Did I watch too much TV?
Is that a hint of accusation
in your eyes?
If it wasn't for the nips
Being so good at building ships
The yards would still be open on the clyde.
And it can't be much fun for them
Beneath the rising sun
With all their kids committing suicide.
What have we done, Maggie what have we done?
What have we done to England?
Should we shout, should we scream
"What happened to the postwar dream?"
Oh Maggie, Maggie what have we done?
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Tell me the truth,
tell me why was Jesus crucified.
Is this why daddy died?
Was it for you? Was it for me?
Did I watch too much TV?
Is it a shadow of accusation
What do I see in your eyes?
If it weren't for the Japanese,
that they are so good at building ships
Dockyards would still be open on the Clyde
and that can't
have a lot of fun,
With all their children committing suicide
What have we done, Maggie, what have we done?
What have we done to England?
Should we scream?, should we scream?
"What happened to the postwar dream?"
oh Maggie, Maggie what have we done?
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YOUR POSSIBLE PASTS (Waters)
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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
Show 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.
And 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?.
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Your possible pasts flutter behind you
Some with illuminated and crazy eyes,
others scared and lost.
A warning to be careful
Whoever's still in command
Of your possible future
In abandoned sidings
poppies intertwine
With cattle trucks waiting
the next time.
Do you remember me? How we were?
Do you think we should be closer?
She was standing at the door with
the ghost of a smile
Hovering over his face like a sign
cheap hotel
And her cold eyes imploring men their raincoats
For the gold in their bags or the knives
on their backs.
Approaching boldly one extended
his hand.
And said, "I was just a boy then,
Now I'm just a man"
Do you remember me? How we were?
Do you think we should be closer?
By the cold and religious we were held by the hand,
They taught us how to feel good
and they ordered us to feel bad.
With tongues tied and terrified
we learned to pray
Now our feelings turn
deep and cold as clay
And scattered behind us,
banners and flags
Of our possible pasts
they find tattered and rags.
Do you remember me? How we were?
Do you think we should be closer?
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ONE OF THE FEW (Waters)
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When you're one of the few to land on your feet
What do you do to make ends meet?
Teach.
Make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two.
Make them me
make them you, make them do what you want them to.
Make them laugh, make them cry,
make them lie down and die.
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When you're one of the few to land on your feet
What do you do to connect the dots?
teach,
make them crazy, make them sad, make them add two and two
Turn them into me
turn them into you, make them do what you want them to do.
Make them laugh, make them cry
make them lie down and die.
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THE HERO´S RETURN (Waters)
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Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?
Trying to clout these little
ingrates into shape.
When I was their age all
the lights went out.
There was no time to whine
or mope about.
And even now part of me flies over
Dresden at angels one five.
Though they'll never fathom it begin my
sarcasm desperate
memories lie.
Sweetheart sweetheart are you
fast asleep? Good.
Cos that's the only time that I can
really talk to you.
And there is something that I've locked away
A memory that is too painful
To endure the light of day.
When we came back from the war
the banners and flags
hung on everyone's door.
We danced and we sang in the street and
The church bells rang.
but burning in my heart
My memory smolders on
Of the gunners dying words
on the intercom.
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Jesus, Jesus, what is all this?
Trying to straighten these little ones out
ungrateful to smacks
When I was your age, all
the lights went out
There was no time to whine
or walk around downcast.
And even now part of me flies over
since in "Angels 1.5"
And though they can never fathom it,
behind my sarcasm lie
desperate memories.
Baby, baby, are you
fast asleep?, very good,
because they are the only moments
how can i really talk to you
And there is something that I have closed
locked up so that
can withstand daylight.
When we come back from the war
banners and flags
They hung on every door.
We dance and sing in the streets and
The church bells pealed.
But, burning in my heart,
Keep the memory alive in my ember
of the gunner's last words
over the intercom.
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THE GUNNERS DREAM (Waters)
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Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
In the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream.
I had a dream.
Good-bye Max.
Good-bye Max.
After the serng
slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise
to meet the comfort of the band
You take her friar hand
And hold on to the dream.
A place to stay
enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle
safely down the street
where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what's more no-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides
of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen
by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore.
And no one kills the children anymore.
night after night
Going round and round
my brain
His dream is driving me insane.
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight.
What's done is done.
We can't just write off
his final scene.
Take heed of his dream.
Take heed.
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floating through the clouds
Memories rush down to me
In space, between the skies
and in the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream
I had a dream
bye max
bye max
After the service, when you are walking
slowly towards the car
and the silver of her hair shines in the cold
november air
You hear the bell toll
And you feel the silk of your lapel
And while the teardrops rise
to meet the comfort of the band
You take her fragile hand
And you cling to the dream
a place to be
enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes crawl
safe down the street
where you can speak out loud
Of your doubts and fears
And what's more, no one ever disappears
You never hear their standard edition kicking at your door
You can relax on both sides
of the recording
And maniacs don't bore the gang men
by remote control
And everyone has access to the law
And no one kills children anymore
And no one kills children anymore.
Night after night
Going round and round
to my brain
A dream is driving me crazy.
In the corner of some foreign field
The artilleryman sleeps tonight.
What done is done.
We can't just describe
his final scene.
Be careful with your sleep.
Be careful.
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PARANOID EYES (Waters)
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Button your lip. Don't let the shield slip.
Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask.
And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions
You can hide, hide, hide,
Behind paranoid eyes.
You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar.
Fixing your grin as you casually
read on the bar,
Laughing too loud at the rest of the world
With the boys in the crowd
You hide, hide, hide,
Behind petrified eyes.
You believed in their stories of fame,
fortune and glory.
Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age
The foot in the sky turned out to be miles too high.
And you hide, hide, hide,
Behind brown and mild eyes.
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Shut up, don't let the shield slip.
Get a good grip on your bulletproof mask.
And if they try to tear down your disguise
with questions
You can hide hide hide
Behind paranoid eyes.
You put on your brave face and cross the street for a pitcher.
Fixing your wide smile as you lean haphazardly on the bar
Laughing too loud at the rest of the world
With the boys in the crowd
you hide you hide you hide
Behind petrified eyes.
You believed their fame stories,
fortune and glory.
Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol in your tender middle age.
The pie in the sky turned out to be miles and miles up
And you hide hide hide
behind gentle brown eyes.
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GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY DESERT (Waters)
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Brezhnev took Afghanistan.
Begin took Beirut.
Galtieri took the Union Jack.
And Maggie, over lunch one day,
Took a cruiser with all hands.
Apparently, to make him give it back.
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Brezhnev took Afghanistan
Begin took Beirut
Galtieri took the flag of the United Kingdom
and Maggie one day, after lunch
he caught a cruiser with all his men
evidently he will make him return it.
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THE FLETCHER MEMORIAL HOME (Waters)
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Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And build them a home, a little place
of their own.
The Fletcher Memorial
Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.
And they can appear to
themselves every day
On closed-circuit TV
To make sure they're still real.
It's the only connection they feel.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please
welcome, Reagan and Haig,
Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisly,
Hello Maggie!
Mr. Brezhnev and party.
The ghost of McCarthy,
The memories of Nixon.
"Good-bye!"
And now, adding color, a group of anonymous
Latin-American Meat packing glitterati.
Did they expect us to treat
them with any respect?
can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles,
And amuse themselves playing games
for awhile.
Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead.
Safe in the permanent gaze of a
cold glass eye With their favorite toys
They'll be good girls and boys
In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial
Wasters of life and limb.
Is everyone in?
Are you having a nice time?
Now the final solution can be applied.
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Take all your overdeveloped children somewhere far away
And build a home, a little corner that is only yours
The Fletcher Memorial Home
For incurable tyrants and kings.
And there they can appear
before themselves every day
On closed circuit television.
To make sure they are still real.
It's the only connection they feel.
"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Reagan and Haig
Mr Begin and friends, Mrs Thacher and Paisley,
"Hello, Maggie"
To Mr. Brezhnev and company
to McCarthy's ghost
Nixon's memoirs.
"Bye bye"
and now, to add color, to a group of anonymous magnates
Latin Americans of canned meat.
Did they expect me to treat them?
with any respect?
They can polish their medals and accentuate their smiles,
and have fun playing games
for a time
Boom, boom, bang, bang, fall to the ground, you're dead.
Safe under the constant gaze of a
cold glass eye
with their favorite toys
They will be good girls and good boys
At the Fletcher Memorial Home for
colonial exploiters of lives and bodies.
Is everyone inside?
You are having a good time?
Now the final solution can be applied.
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SOUTHAMPTON DOCK (Waters)
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They disembarked in 45
And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
There were to many spaces in the line.
Gathered at the cenotaph
All agreed with the hand on heart
To sheath the sacrificial Knives.
but now
She stands upon
southampton dock
With her handkerchief
And her summer frock clings
To her wet body in the rain.
In quiet desperation knuckles
White upon the slippery reins
She bravely waves the
boys Goodbye again.
And still the dark stain spreads between
His shoulder blades.
A mute reminder of the poppy
fields and graves.
And when the fight was over
We spent what they had made.
But in the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final cut.
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They disembarked in 45
And no one spoke or smiled
There were too many spaces on the line
Gathered at the cenotaph
They all agreed with their hands on their hearts.
Sheathe the sacrificial knives
But now
She is standing on
southampton pier
with his handkerchief
and a summer dress
It clings to her wet body in the rain.
In silent despair; with the knuckles
White on the slippery reins
She bravely waves goodbye
the boys one more time.
And the dark boat keeps spreading
between his shoulder blades
A world reminding of the fields
of poppies and graves.
And when the fight was over
We spent what they had made
But deep down in our hearts
We feel the final cut.
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THE FINAL CUT (Waters)
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Through the fish-eyed lens of
tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape
of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
If you negotiate the minefield
in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the
shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination,
open the *priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's
behind the wall.
There's a kid who had
a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him?
Or is it just a crazy dream?
And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?
Thought I oughta bare
my naked feelings,
Thought I ought to tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then
the phone range
I never had the nerve
to make the final cut.
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Through the fisheye lenses of
eyes bathed in tears
I can barely define the shape
from this moment in time
And far from flying high in skies clear and blue
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
If you manage to avoid the mines scattered on the entrance path
And you beat the dogs and fool the cold electronic eyes
And you come out unscathed from the shotgun that
menace in the hall
You mark the combination,
open the *secret stash
And if I'm inside, I'll tell you what's up
behind the wall.
There is a boy who had
a great hallucination
Making love to girls from magazines
Wondering if you're sleeping with your new found faith
could anyone love him?
Or is it nothing more than a fanciful dream?
And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And I show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And would you leave me alone?
And you would smile reassuringly
While you whisper on the phone?
Would you send me to hell?
Or would you take me home?
i thought i should have
my bare feelings
I thought I should pull down the curtain.
I held the blade with trembling hands
Willing to but right then
The telephone rang
I never had enough nerve
to make the final cut.
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NOT NOW JOHN (Waters)
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Fuck all that we've got to
get on with these
Gotta compete with
the wily Japanese.
There's too many home fires burning
And not enough trees.
So fuck all that
We've gone to get on with these.
Can't stop
lost job
mind gone
silicone
what bomb
Get away
pay day
Make there
break down
Need fix
big six
clickity click
Hold on
Oh no
Brrrrrrrrring bingo!
Make 'em laugh.
Make 'em cry.
Make 'em dance in the aisles.
Make 'em pay.
Make 'em stay.
Make'em feel ok.
Not nah John
We've got to get on with the film show.
Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow.
Who cares what it's about
As long as the kids go?
not now john
Got to get on with the show.
Hang on John we've got to get on with this.
I don't know what it is
But it fits on here like.....
Come at the end of the shift
We'll go and get pissed off.
But now now John
I've got to get on with this.
Hold on John
I think there's something good on.
I used to read books but.....
It could be the news
Or some other abuse
Or it could be reusable shows.
Fuck all that we've got
to get on with these
Got to compete
with the wily Japanese.
No need to worry
about the Vietnamese.
Got to bring the Russian Bear to his knees.
Well, maybe not the Russian Bear
Maybe the Swedes.
We showed Argentina
Now let's go and show these.
Make us feel tough
And wouldn't Maggie be pleased?
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah!
"s'cusi dove the bar
(Que?)
se para collo pou eine toe bar?
s'il vous plait ou est le bar?
oi, where's the fucking bar john?
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Fuck all that
we have to get on with these
we have to compete with
the cunning japanese
There are too many homes burning
And not enough trees
So fuck all of that.
We have to get on with these.
I can not stop
I lose job,
the mind gone,
silicone
what a bomb
escape
payday,
make hay
collapse
needs fix,
big six
clickity click
wait,
Oh no
brrrrbingo!
make them laugh,
make them cry,
make them dance in the aisles
make them pay,
make them stay
make them feel good.
not now john
We have to go ahead with the projection
Hollywwod waits for the end of the rainbow
Who cares what it's about
As long as the boys go?
not now john
We have to get on with the show.
wait, john
We have to get on with this
I do not know that it is
But it fits here as......
Come when the shift is over
And we'll go mess ourselves up.
But not now, John.
I have to get on with this.
wait, john
I think they put something good
I used to read books but......
maybe it's the news
Or some other insult
Or maybe it is a reusable program
To hell with all that
we have to get on with these
we have to compete with
the cunning japanese
There's no need to
worry about the vietnamese.
We must subdue the Russian bear
Well, maybe the Swedes;
We have taught Argentina
Now let us go and teach these
to put us in a bad mood
And wouldn't Maggie be delighted?
na na na na na!
S'cusi, dove il bar?
(where?)
se para collo pou eine toe bar?
s'il vous plait, ou est le bar?
Hey, where's that bloody bar, John?
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TWO SUNS IN THE SUNSET (Waters)
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In my rear view mirror the sun
is going down
Sinking behind bridges in the road
And I think of all the good things
That we have left undone
And I suffer premonitions
Confirm suspicions
Of the holocaust to come.
The wire that holds the cork
That keeps the anger in
Give way
And suddenly it's day again.
The sun is in the east
Even though the day is done.
Two suns in the sunset
hmmmmmmmm
Could be the human race is run.
Like the moment when the
brake lock
And you slide towards the big truck
(Oh no! )
You stretch the frozen moments
with your fear.
And you'll never hear their voices
And you'll never see their faces
You have no recourse to the law anymore.
And as the windshield melts
My tears evaporate
Leaving only
charcoal to defend.
Finally I understand the feelings of the few.
ashes and diamonds
foe and friend
We were all equal in the end.
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The sun is setting on me
rear-view mirror
Plunging behind highway bridges
And I think of all the good things
What have we left undone?
And I have bad premonitions
I confirm suspicions
On the coming of the holocaust
The wire that holds the cork
that keeps inside the anger subsides
And suddenly,
It's day again
the sun is in the east
Even when the day is over
two suns at sunset
hmmmm
Perhaps the human race is over.
Like the moment when
brakes close.
And you slide into the big truck
(Oh no!)
You lengthen with your fear the icy moments
And you'll never hear their voices
And you'll never see their faces
You can no longer resort to the law
while the windshield sinks
my tears evaporate
leaving only
charcoal to defend.
I finally understand the feelings of the few
ashes and diamonds
enemy and friend
We were all the same in the end.
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