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
