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Рink Floyd. The final cut. (p)1983

Рink Floyd. The final cut. (p)1983

a requiem for the post war dream by Roger Waters 4_1. The post war dream 4_2. Your possible pasts 4_3. One of the few 4_4. The hero's return 4_5. The gunners dream 4_6. Paranoid eyes 4_7. Get your filthy hands off my desert 4_8. The fletcher memorial home 4_9. South ampton dock 4_10. The final cut 4_11. Not now john 4_12. Two suns in the sunset for Eric Fletcher Waters 1913-1944

4_1. The post war dreaм

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 T.V.? 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 post war dream?" Oh maggie maggie what have we done?

4_2. You possible pasts

They flutter behind you your possible pasts Some brighteyed and crazy some frightened and lost A warining to anyone still in command Of their possible future to take care In dereliet siding 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 boldy 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 religions 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 And string 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?

4_3. One of the few

When you're one of the few to land on your feet What do you do to make ends meet? Beach 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 he down and die

4_4. The hero's returп

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 and mope about And even now part of me flies over Dresden at angels one five Though they'll never fathom it behind 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 with stand the light or day When we came back from the war the banners and Flags hung on everyones door We danced and we sang in the street and The church bells rang But burning in my heart My memory smoulders on Of the gunners dying words on the intercom

4_5. The gunners dreaм

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 forign field I had a dream I had a dream Goodbye max Goodbye ma After the service when you're walking 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 kar drops rise to meet the comfort of the band You take her frail 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 in sane In the corner of some foreign field The gunner sleeps tonight Whats done is done We cannot just write off his final scene Take heed of his dream Take heed

4_6. Paranoid eyes

Button your lip don't let the shield slip Take a fresh grip on your billet proof mask And if they try to break down your disquise will their questions You can hide hide hide Behind paranoid eyes You put on your brave face and slip over the road for a jar Fixing your grin as you casually lean 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 alchohol soft middle age The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high And you hide hide hide Behind brown and mild eyes

4_7. Get your filthy hands off my desert

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

4_8. The fletcher memorial hoме

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home a little place of their own The fletcher memorial Home for incurable tyran sand kings And they can appear to the selves every day On closed circuit T.V. To make sure they're still real It's the only connection they feel "ladies and gentlemenes, please, welcome reagan and haig Mr. Begin and friends, ms. Teatcher and paisley Mr. Brezhnev and part The ghost of mccarthy The memories of nixon And now adding colour a group of anonymous latin American meat packing glitterati" Did they expect us to treat them with any respect They can polish their medal and sharpen their Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for a while Boom boom bang bang lie down you're dead Safe in the permanent gaze a cold glass eye With their favourite toys They'll be good girls and boys In the fletcher memorial home for colonial Wasters of life and limo Is every one in? Are you having a nice time? Now the final solution can happlied

4_9. South ampton dock

They disembarked in 45 And no one spoke and no one smiled There were too many spaces on the line Gathered at the cenotaph All agree with the hand heart To sheath the sacrificial knifes But now She stands upon south ampton 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 boy's 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 thay had mack But in the bottom of our hearts We felt the final cut

4_10. The final cut

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 spiralling 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 hal Dial the combination open the priest(?) hole 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 fail Could anybody love him Or is it just a crazy dream And if I show you my dark side Will you still hold me to night 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 oughta tear the curtain down Held the blade in trembling hands Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang I never had the nerve to make the final cut

4_11. Not now johп

Fuck all that we've got to get on with these Got to compete with the wily japanese There's too many home fires burning And not enough frees So, fuck, all that We're got to get on with these Can't stop lose job mind gone silicon What bomb get away pag dog make hay Breakdown need fix big six Clickity click hold on oh no brrrrrrrrrring bingo! Make em laugh make em cry make em dance in the aisles Make em pay make em stay make em feel O.K. Not now john We've got to get on with the film show Hollywood maits 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 But not now john I've got to get on with this Hoold 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 theat 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 kness Well, maybe not the russian bear Maybe the swedes We showed argentina Now eet's(?) go nad show these Make us feel though And wouldn't maggie be pleased Nah nah nah nah nah nah! S'cusi dove it bar Se para collo pou eine foe bar S'il vous plait ou est le bar Oi where's the fucking bar john!

4_12. Two suns in the sunset

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 Coufirm suspicions Of the holocaust to came The wire that holds the cork That kecjos(?) 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 Hmmmmmmm Cold be the human race in run Like the moment when the brakes lock And you slide towards the big truck You stretck 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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