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wish you were here




so, so you think you can tell
heaven from hell
blue skies from pain
can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail?
a smile from a veil?
do you think you can tell?

did they get you to trade
your heros for ghosts?
hot ashes for trees?
hot air for a cool breeze?
cold comfort for change?
and did you exchange
a walk on part in a war
for a lead role in a cage?

how i wish, how i wish you were here
we're just two lost souls
swimming in a fish bowl
year after year
running over the same old ground
what have we found?
the same old fears
wish you were here


hey you

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, dont 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 you 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

comfortably numb

hello?
is there anybody in there?
just nod if you can hear me
is there anyone at home?
come on, now
i hear you're feeling down
well i can ease your pain
get you on your feet again
relax
i'll 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 smokes on the horizon
you are only coming through in waves
your lips move but i can't hear what you're saying
when i was a child i had a fever
my hands felt just like two balloons
now i've 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 aaaaaaaaah!
but you may feel a little sick
can you stand up?
i do believe it's working, good
that'll keep you going through the show
come on it's time to go

there is no pain you are receding
a distant ship smokes on the horizon
you are only coming through in waves
your lips move but i can't hear what you're saying
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

another brick in the war (i)

daddy's flown across the ocean
leaving just a memory
sapshot 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!"

another brick in the wall (ii)

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 us 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 us kids alone!
all in all it's just another brick in the wall
all in all you're just another brick in the wall

spoken:
"wrong, do it again!
wrong, do it again!
if you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding
how can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?
you! yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddie!"

learning to fly

into the distance, a ribbon of black
stretched to the point of no turning back
a flight of fancy on a windswept field
standing alone my senses reeled
a fatal attraction is holding me fast, how
can i escape this irresistible grasp?

can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, i

ice is forming on the tips of my wings
unheeded warnings, i thought i thought of everything
no navigator to guide my way home
unladened, empty and turned to stone

my soul intention is learning to fly
condition grounded but determined to try
can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i

friction lock - set
mixtures - rich
propellers - fully forward
flaps - set - 10 degrees
engine gauges and suction - check

mixture set to maximum percent - recheck
flight instruments...
altimeters - check both
... lights - on
pitot Heater - on
strobes - on
(to tower): confirm 3-8-echo ready for departure
(tower): hello again, this is now 129.4
(to tower): 129.4. it's a go.
(tower): 3-8-echo cleared takeoff, the wind's normal at 10 knots
(to tower): 3-8-echo
easy on the brakes. Take it easy. Its gonna roll this time.
just hand the power gradually, and it...

above the planet on a wing and a prayer
my grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air
above the clouds i see my shadow fly
out of the corner of my watering eye
a dream unthreatened by the morning light
could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

there's no sensation to compare with this
suspended animation, a state of bliss
can't keep my mind from the circling skies
tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, i

lost for words

i was spending my time in the doldrums
i was caught in a cauldron of hate
i felt persecuted and paralysed
i thought that everything else would just wait

while you are wasting your time on your enemies
engulfed in a fever of spite
beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
like shadows into the night

to martyr yourself to caution
is not going to help at all
because ther'll be no safety in numbers
when the right one walks out of the door

can you see your days blighted by darkness?
is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
stuck in a world of isolation
while the ivy grows over the door

so i open my door to my enemies
and i ask could we wipe the slate clean
but they tell me to please go fuck myself
you know you just can't win

on the turning away

on the turning away
from the pale and downtrodden
and the words they say
which we won't understand
"don't accept that what's happening
is just a case of others' suffering
or you'll find that you're joining in
the turning away"

it's a sin that somehow
light is changing to shadow
and casting it's shroud
over all we have known
unaware how the ranks have grown
driven on by a heart of stone
we could find that we're all alone
in the dream of the proud

on the wings of the night
as the daytime is stirring
where the speechless unite
in a silent accord
using words you will find are strange
and mesmerized as they light the flame
feel the new wind of change
on the wings of the night

no more turning away
from the weak and the weary
no more turning away
from the coldness inside
just a world that we all must share
it's not enough just to stand and stare
is it only a dream that there'll be
no more turning away?

have a cigar

come in here, dear boy, have a cigar
you're gonna go far
you're gonna fly high
you're never gonna die
you're gonna make it if you try
they're gonna love you
well i've always had a deep respect
and i mean that most sincerly
the band is just fantastic
that is really what i think
oh by the way, which one's pink?
and did we tell you the name of the game, boy
we call it riding the gravy train

we're just knocked out
we heard about the sell out
you gotta get an album out
you owe it to the people
we're so happy we can hardly count
everybody else is just green
have you seen the chart?
it's a helluva start
it could be made into a monster
if we all pull together as a team
and did we tell you the name of the game, boy
we call it riding the gravy train

welcome to the machine

welcome my son, welcome to the machine
where have you been?
it's alright we know where you've been
you've been in the pipeline, filling in time
provided with toys and 'scouting for boys'
you bought a guitar to punish your ma
and you didn't like school, and now you
know you're nobody's fool
so welcome to the machine

welcome my son, welcome to the machine
what did you dream?
it's alright we told you what to dream
you dreamed of a big star
he played a mean guitar
he always ate in the steak bar
he loved to drive in his jaguar
so welcome to the machine

there's no way out of here

there's no way out of here, when you come in you're in for good
there was no promise made, the part you've played, the chance you took
there are no boundaries set, the time and yet you waste it still

so it slips through your hands like grains of sand, you watch it go
there's no time to be lost, you'll pay the cost so get it right
there's no way out of here, when you come in you're in for good

and never was there an answer, there an answer
not without listening, without seeing

there are no answers here, when you look out you don't see in
there was no promise made, the part you've played, the chance you took
there's no way out of here, when you come in you're in for good

time

ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
you fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
waiting for someone or something to show you the way

tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
and you are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
and then one day you find ten years have got behind you
no one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

and you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
and racing around to come up behind you again
the sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
shorter of breath and one day closer to death

every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
hanging on in a quiet desperation is the english way
the time is gone, the song is over, thought i'd something more to say

home, home again
i like to be here when i can
and when i come home cold and tired
its good to warm my bones beside the fire

far away across the field
the tolling of the iron bell
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken magic spell

sorrow

the sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
a man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
but awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

he's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
in his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
he's chained forever to a world that's departed
it's not enough, it's not enough

his blood has frozen & curdled with fright
his knees have trembled & given way in the night
his hand has weakened at the moment of truth
his step has faltered

one world, one soul
time pass, the river rolls

it's not enough it's not enough
his hand has faltered

and he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
and silent replies that swirl invitation
flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
a grim intimation of what is to be

there's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
and there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
and silence that speaks so much louder that words,
of promises broken