Pink Floyd 11집 - The Wall (1979) by Pink Floyd (보컬) on maniadb.com

"....we came in?"
so ya
thought ya
might like to go to the show.
to feel the warm thrill of confusion
that space cadet glow.
tell me is something eluding you, sunshine?
is this not what you expected to see?
if you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes
you'll just have to claw your way through this disguise.

"lights! turn on the sound effects! action!"
"drop it, drop it on'em! drop it on them!!!!!"

Momma loves her baby,
And Daddy loves you, too.
And the sea may look warm to ya, Babe,
And the sky may look blue.
Oooooo Babe.
Oooooooo Baby Blue.
Oooooo Ooohh Babe.
If you should go skating,
On the thin ice of modern life,
Dragging behind you the silent reproach,
Of a million tear-stained eyes,
Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice,
Appears under your feet.
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind,
With your fear flowing out from behind,
You as you claw the ice.

daddy's flown across the ocean
leaving just a memory
snapshot in the family album
daddy what else did you leave for me?
daddy, what'd'ja leave behind for me?!?
all in all it was just a brick in the wall.
all in all it was all just bricks in the wall.

"you! yes, you! stand still! laddy!"

Well, when we grew up and went to school,
There were certain teachers,
Who would hurt the children in any way they could,
By pouring their derision,
Upon anything we did,
Exposing every weakness,
However carefully hidden by the kids.
But in (but in) the town it was well known,
When they got home at night,
Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them,
Within inches of their lives.

we don't need no education.
we don't need no thought control.
no drk sarcasm in the classroom.
teacher, leave those kids alone
hey, teacher, leace those kids alone.

all in all it's just another brick in the wall
all in all you're jus another brick in the wall

we don't need no thought control
no dark sarcasm in the classroom
teachers, leae those kids alone
hey, teacher, leae those kids alone!

all in all you're just another brick in the wall
all in all you're just another brick in the wall.

mother do you think they'll duop the bomb?
mother do you think they'll like this song?
mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?
mother should i build the wall?
mother should i run for president?
mother should i trust the government?
mother will they put me in the fiting line?
is it just a waste of time?

hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.
mother's gonna make all your nightmares come true.
mother's gonna put all her fears into you.
mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
she won't let you fly, but she she might let you sing.
mama will keep baby cozy and waum.
ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,
of course mama'll help to build the wall.

mother do you think she's good enough -- to me?
mother do you think she's dangerous -- to me?
mother will she tear your little boy apart?
mother will she break my heart?

hush now baby, baby don't you cry.
mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
mama won't let anyone dirty get through.
mama's gonna wait up until you get in.
mama will always find out where you've been.
mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean.
ooooh baby oooh baby oooh baby,
you'll always be baby to me.

mother, did it need to be so high?

"look mummy, there's an aeroplane up in the sky"
did you see the frightened ones?
did you heat the falling bombs?
did you ever wonder why we had to run for shenter when the
promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?

did you see the frightened ones?
did you hear the falling bombs?
the flames are all gone, but the pain lingers on.

goodbye, blue sky
goodbye, blue sky.
goodbye.
goodbye.
goodbye.

" the 11:15 from newcastle is now approaching"
"the 11:18 arrival....."

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces,
Where we used to talk?
How shall I fill the final places?
How shall I complete the wall?

i am just a new boy,
stranger in this town.
where are all the good times?
who's gonna show this stranger around?
ooooh, i need a dirty woman.
ooooh, i need a dirty girl.

will some cold woman in this desert land
make me feel like a real man?
take this rock and roll refugee
oooh, baby set me free.

ooooh, i need a dirty woman.
ooooh, i need a dirty girl.

(phone rings....clink of receiver being lifted)
" hello...?"
"yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd.
will you accept the charges from united states?"
(clunk! of phone being put down)
" oh, he hung up! that's your residence, right?
i wonder why he hung up?
is there supposed to be someone else
there besides your wife there to answer?"
(phone rings again.. clunk of receiver being picked up)
"hello?"
"this is united states calling, are we reaching...
(interrupted by phone being put down)
"see he keeps hanging up, and it's a man answering."
(whirr of connectiom being closed)

spoken in background:
Oh my God, what a fabulous room!
Are all these your guitars?
This place is bigger than our apartment.
Uh, could I have a drink of water?
Ya want some? Huh?
Oh wow! Look at this tub!
Wanna take a bath?
What're you watching?
Hello?
Are you feeling ok?

Day after day,
Our love turns gray,
Like the skin on a dying man.
And night after night,
We pretend it's all right,
But I have grown older,
And you have grown colder,
And nothing is very much fun, anymore.
And I can feel,
One of all my turns coming on.
I feel,
Cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.

Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left,
You'll find my favorite axe.
Don't look so frightened,
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch TV?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate a silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would ya?
Would you like to see me try?
Ooohh. No! Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?

Oh babe
Don't leave me now

Don't say it's the
end of the road

Remember the flowers I sent
I need you babe
put through the shredder
In front of my friends
Babe
Don't leave me now

How could you go

When you know
how I need you

To beat to a pulp on a
Saturday night
Babe
Don't leave me now

How could you treat me this way
Running away

oh Babe
Why are you running away

i don't need no arms around me
and i don't need no drugs to calm me.
i have seen the writing on the wall.
don't think i need anything at all.
no! don't think i'll need anything at all.
all in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
all in all you were all just bricks in the wall.

Goodbye, cruel world,
I'm leaving you today.
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
Goodbye all you people,
There's nothing you can say,
To make me change my mind.
Goodbye.

Hey you, out there in the cold,
Getting lonely, getting old,
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles,
With itchy feet and fading smiles,
Can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light.
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own,
Sitting naked by the phone,
Can you touch me?
Hey you, with your ear against the wall,
Waiting for someone to call out,
Can you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm comin' home.
It was only fantasy.
The Wall was too high, as you can see.
No matter how he tried, he could not break free,
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you, out there on the road,
Always doin' what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond The Wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all.
Together we stand, divided we fall.
(we fall, we fall, we fall, we fall, we fall, we fall)

Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?

I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from.
I got electric light,
And I got second sight.
Got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know,
When I try to get through,
On the telephone to you,
There'll be nobody home.
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,
And the inevitable pinhole burns,
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I got a silver spoon on a chain.
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I've got wild, staring eyes.
And I got a strong urge to fly,
But I got nowhere to fly to ...fly to... fly to... fly to.
Ooooo Babe,
When I pick up the phone,
There's still nobody home.
I got a pair of Gohill boots,
And I got fading roots.

does anybody here remember Vera Lynn
remember how she said that
we would meet again
some sunny day
Vera ! Vera !
what has become of you
does anybody else in here
feel the way i do?

Bring the boys back home.
Bring the boys back home.
Don't leave the children on their own, no, no.
Bring the boys back home.

"Wrong! Do it again!"
"Time to go! [knock, knock, knock, knock]
"Are you feeling okay?"
"There's a man answering, but he keeps hanging up!"
Is there anybody out there?

Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone home?
Come on, now.
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease your pain,
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts,
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I had a fever.
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
Ok.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more ...Aaaaaahhhhh!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working. Good.
That'll keep you going for the show.
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ship's smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'.
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
I have become comfortably numb.

Must the show go on?
Voices:
Oooooo Pa, (Let me go, let me go, let me go.)
Oooooo Ma, (Take me home, take me home, take me home.)
There must be some mistake,
I never meant to let them take,
Away my soul.
Am I too old?
Is it too late?
Where has the feeling gone?
Will I remember this song?
The show must go on.

So ya
Thought ya
Might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes
You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise

You better make your face up,
In your favorite disguise,
With your button-down lips,
And your roller blind eyes.
With your empty smile,
And your hungry heart,
Feel the bile rising,
From your guilty past.
With your nerves in tatters,
As the cockleshell shatters,
And the hammers batter,
Down your door,
You better run.
You better run all day,
And run all night.
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside.
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight,
You better park the car well out of sight.
'Cause if they catch you in the back seat,
Trying to pick her lock,
They're gonna send you back to Mother,
In a cardboard box.
You better run!

Oooo You cannot reach me now,
Oooo No matter how you try.
Goodbye cruel world, it's over.
Walk on by.
Sitting in a bunker,
Here behind my wall,
Waiting for the worms to come.
In perfect isolation,
Here behind my wall,
Waiting for the worms to come.
Waiting, to cut out the deadwood.
Waiting, to clean up the city.
Waiting, to follow the worms.
Waiting, to put on a black shirt.
Waiting, to weed out the weaklings.
Waiting, to smash in their windows and kick in their doors.
Waiting, for the final solution to strengthen the strain.
Waiting, to follow the worms.
Waiting, to turn on the showers and fire the ovens.
Waiting, for the queers and the coons and the Reds and the Jews.
Waiting, to follow the worms.
Would you like to see Britannia,
Rule again, my friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms.
Would you like to send our colored cousins,
Home again, my friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms.

I wanna go home,
Take off this uniform and leave the show,
But I'm waiting here in this cell because I have to know,
Have I been guilty all this time?

Good morning, The Worm, Your Honour,
The Crown will plainly show,
The prisoner who now stands before you,
Was caught red-handed showing feelings.
Showing feelings of an almost human nature.
This will not do.
Call the schoolmaster!
I always said he'd come to no good,
In the end, Your Honour.
If they'd let me have my way,
I could have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied.
The bleeding hearts and artists,
Let him get away with murder.
Let me hammer him today.
Crazy.
Toys in the attic, I am crazy.
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken my marbles away.
Crazy.
Toys in the attic, he is crazy.
You little shit, you're in it now.
I hope they throw away the key.
You should've talked to me more often than you did.
But no! You had to go your own way.
Have you broken any homes up lately?
Just five minutes, Worm, Your Honour,
Him and me alone.
Baaaaaabe!
Come to Mother, baby.
Let me hold you in my arms.
M'Lord, I never meant for him to get in any trouble.
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm, Your Honour, let me take him home.
Crazy.
Over the rainbow, I am crazy.
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall.
For when I came in.
Crazy.
Over the rainbow, he is crazy.
The evidence before the court is incontravertible.
There's no need for the jury to retire.
In all my years of judging I have never heard before,
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother,
Fills me with the urge to deficate!
No, Judge, the jury!
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.
Tear down the wall!

All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really know you,
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand,
Some gather together in bands,
The bleeding hearts and artists,
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all,
Some stagger and fall.
After all it's not easy,
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.