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[background] (from Vera Lynn's "We'll Meet Again") "We'll meet again, don't know where, don't know when, but I know we'll meet again some sunny day."
[Spoken] Good evening. Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Earl's Court. My name is Gary Yudman, and we are going to have a great show this evening. The band is back stage and will be ready to go in just a few minutes. Before the show begins, the house management would like to request just a few things: First, please no fireworks. Also, please no flash cameras, and any unauthorized audio or video equipment found being used may be confiscated, so, please, save yourself a lot of hassle. Well, I think the band is about ready to go now. No, no, not quite yet. One thing I would like to point out, upon conclusion of the show... [Speech is interrupted by "In the Flesh?"] |
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| 2. |
| 3:00 |
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we came in
So you thought you 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 [Pink:] Lights! Turn on the Sound Effects Action Drop It. Drop It On 'Em Drop it On Them |
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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 Oooooo 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 behind you As you claw the thin ice |
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Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory A snapshot in the family album Daddy what else did you leave for me Daddy what d'ya leave behind for me All in all it was just a brick in the wall All in all it was just bricks in the wall |
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| 1:40 |
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When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who would Hurt the children any way they could By pouring their derision Upon anything we did And exposing every weakness However carefully hidden by the kids But in the town it was well known When they got home at night, their fat and Psycopathic wives would thrash them Within inches of their lives |
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We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave the kids alone Hey, teacher leave the kids alone! All in all it's just another brick in the wall All in all you're just another brick in the wall We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave the kids alone Hey, teacher leave the kids alone! All in all it's just another brick in the wall All in all you're just another brick in the wall |
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| 7:54 |
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Mother, do you think they'll drop 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 firing line? Is it just a waste of time? Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing Momma's will keep Baby cozy and warm Oooo Babe Oooo Babe Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build the wall Mother, do you think she's good enough For 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 Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you Momma won't let anyone dirty get through Momma's gonna wait up until you get in Momma will always find out where you've been Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean Oooo Babe Oooo Babe Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me Mother, did it need to be so high? |
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| 3:15 |
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Ooooooooooooooooooh
Did you see the frightened ones Did you hear the falling bombs Did you even wonder Why - we had to run for shelter When the promis of a brave new world Unfourted beneath a clear blue sky Ooooooooooooooooooh Did you see the frightened ones Did you hear the falling bombs The flames are all long - gone But the pain lingers on Goodbye blue sky Goodbye blue sky Goodbye Goodbye |
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| 2:15 |
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[Backwards message:]
Congratulations, You have just discovered the secret message. Please send your answer to 'Old Pink' Care of the funny farm, Chalfont..." - Roger Waters Roger, Caroline's on the phone - Unknown Voice What shall we use To fill the empty spaces Where we used to talk? How should I fill The final places? How should I complete the wall? |
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| 1:41 |
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(Waters)
What shall we do to fill the empty spaces Where waves of hunger roar? Shall we set out across the sea of faces In search of more and more applause? Shall we buy a new guitar? Shall we drive a more powerful car? Shall we work straight through the night? Shall we get into fights? Leave the lights on? Drop bombs? Do tours of the east? contract diseases? Bury bones? Break up homes? Send flowers by phone? Take to drink? Go to shrinks? Give up meat? Rarely sleep? Keep people as pets? Train dogs? Race rats? Fill the attic with cash? Bury treasure? Store up leisure? But never relax at all With our backs to the wall. |
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| 5:16 |
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I am just a new boy
Stranger in this town Where are all the good times Who's gonna show this stranger around Ooooo I need a dirty woman Ooooo I need a dirty girl Will some woman in this desert land Make me feel like a real man? Take this rock n roll refugee Ooo Babe, set me free Ooooo I need a dirty woman Ooooo I need a dirty girl Ooooo I need a dirty woman Ooooo I need a dirty girl (Phone Ringing) [Man:] "Hello?" [Operator:] Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd Will you accept the charges from the United States (Phone is Hung Up) He hung up. Is this your residence, sir I wonder why he hung up There must be someone else there besides your wife to answer (Phone Ringing) [Man:] Hello [Operator:] This is the United States calling Are we reaching (Phone is Hung Up) See he keeps hanging up But it's a man answering (Operator cuts connection) |
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| 3:41 |
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Day after day, loves turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man 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 any more And I feel one of my turns coming on I feel, cold as a razors blade Tight as an tourniquet Dry as a funeral drum Rain in the bedroom in the suitcase on the left You'll find my favourite 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 comtemplate the silent freeway Would you like something to eat Would you like to learn to fly Would you like to see me try Would you like to call the cops Do you think it's time I stopped Why are you running away |
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| 4:07 |
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Ooooo 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 To put through the shredder in front of my friends Oh 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 Oh Babe Don't leave me now How can you treat me this way Running away Oooo Babe Why are you running away [Sound of many TVs coming on, all on different channels) The Bulls are already out there (many more) [Pink:] Aaaarrrrggghhh |
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I don't need no walls 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 any thing at all. No. Don't think I need anything at all. All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall. All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall. |
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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 |
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Hey you,
Out there in the cold, Getting lonely, getting old, Can you feel me? Hey you, Standing in the aisle, With itchy feet and fading smile, 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, Would you touch me? Hey you, With your ear against the wall, Waiting for someone to call out, Would you touch me? Hey you, Would you help me to carry the stone? Open your heart, I'm coming home. But 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 doing 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. |
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Is There Anybody Out There? (Waters)
Is there anybody out there? |
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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. |
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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 here Feel the way I do? |
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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! Is there anybody out there? |
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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. |
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Must the show go on?
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. |
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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 |
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You better run like hell
You better make your face up in Your favourite 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 When the cockleshell shatters And the hammers batter Down the door You better fun like hell You better dun all day And run all night And keep your dirty feelings Deep inside And if you take your girlfriend Out tonight, You better park the car Well out of sight Cos if they catch you in the back seat Trying to pick her locks They're gonna send you back to mother In a cardboard box You better run |
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Oooooh
You cannot reach me now. Oooooh No matter how you try. Goodbye cruel world, its 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 off the dead wood. Waiting, to clean up the city. Waiting, to follow, the worms. Waiting, to put on a black tail. Waiting, to weed out the weaklings. Waiting, to smash in there windows and kick in there doors. Waiting, for the final solution of destruction that reins. 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?) Would you like to see (would you like to see) Britannia rule again? My friend? All ya have to do, is follow, the worms. (Hahaha!) (Would?) Would you like to see (would you like to see) our colored cousins, home again. My friend? All you need to do is follow, the worms. |
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Stop
I wanna go home Take off this uniform And leave the show And I'm waiting here in this cell Because I have to know Have I been guilty all this time |
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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! |
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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. |
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Subject : 이거 좀 아픔. [오징어와 고래](The Squid And The Whale , 2005)
