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So ya
Thought ya Might like to Go to the show. To feel that warm thrill of confusion, That space cadet glow. I've got some bad news for you sunshine, Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel And they sent us along as a surrogate band We're gonna find out where you folks really stand. Are there any queers in the theater tonight? Get them up against the wall! There's one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me, Get him up against the wall! That one looks Jewish! And that one's a coon! Who let all of this riff-raff into the room? There's one smoking a joint, And another with spots! If I had my way, I'd have all of you shot! |
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| 2. |
| 1:34 |
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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 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 psychopathic wives Would thrash them within inches of their lives |
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| 3. |
| 5:54 |
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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 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 you're 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 |
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| 4. |
| 5:37 |
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Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb
Mother do you think they'll like the song Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls Ooooh aah, Mother should I build a wall Mother should I run for president Mother should I trust the government Mother will they put me in the firing line Ooooh aah, is it it just a waste of time Hush now baby don't you cry Mama's gonna make all of your Nightmares come true Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you Mama's gonna keep you right here Under her wing she won't let you fly but she might let you sing Mama will keep baby cosy and warm Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Of course Mama's gonna help build the wall Mother do think she's good enough for me Mother do think she's dangerous to me Mother will she tear your little boy apart Oooh aah, mother will she break my heart Hush now baby, baby don't you cry Mama's gonna check out all your girl friends for you Mama won't let anyone dirty get through Mama's gonna wait up till you come in Mama will always find out where You've been Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe You'll always be a baby to me Mother, did it need to be so high. |
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| 5. |
| 0:57 |
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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 |
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| 7. |
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what happened to me And I didn't care for you, We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain, Occasionally glancing up through the rain, Wondering which of the buggars to blame And watching for pigs on the wing. |
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| 8. |
| 16:26 |
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You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street, You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat With your eyes closed. And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight, You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking. And after a while, you can work on points for style. Like the club tie, and the firm handshake, A certain look in the eye and an easy smile. You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to, So that when they turn their backs on you, You'll get the chance to put the knife in. You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder. You know it's going to harder, and harder and harder as you get older. And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, Hide your head in the sand, Just another sad old man, All alone and dying of cancer. And when you lose control, You'll reap the harvest you have sown. And as the fear grows, The bad blood slows and turns to stone. |
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| 9. |
| 6:57 |
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| 10. |
| 4:55 |
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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 you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heroes 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 the 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 How I wish, how I wish you were here |
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| 11. |
| 14:42 |
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Remember when you were young?
You shone like the sun. Shine on, you crazy diamond Now there's a look in your eyes Like black holes in the sky Shine on, you crazy diamond You were caught in the crossfire Of childhood and stardom, Blown on the steel breeze Come on you target for faraway laughter; Come on you stranger, you legend, You martyr, and shine You reached for the secret too soon You cried for the moon Shine on, you crazy diamond Threatened by shadows at night And exposed in the light Shine on, you crazy diamond Well, you wore out your welcome With random precision Rode on the steel breeze Come on you raver, you seer of visions; Come on you painter, you piper, You prisoner, and shine Nobody knows where you are, How near or how far Shine on, you crazy diamond Pile on many more layers And I'll be joining you there Shine on, you crazy diamond And we'll bask in the shadow Of yesterday's triumph And sail on the steel breeze Come on you boy child, you winner and loser, Come on you miner for truth and delusion, And shine. |
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| 12. |
| 7:15 |
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Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn Lotuses lean on each other in yearning Under the eaves the swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun Over the mountain Watching the watcher Breaking the darkness Waking the grapevine Knowledge of love is knowledge of shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the wine Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun(repeat) Witness the man who waves at the wall Making the shape of his question to heaven Whether the sun will fall in the evening Will he remember the lesson of giving? Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun(repeat) |
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| 2. |
| 6:24 |
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Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an off hand 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 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 the relative way, but you're older And 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 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 It's 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 |
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| 3. |
| 6:11 |
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Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and you're O. K. Money it's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four star daydream Think I'll buy me a football team Money get back I'm all right Jack keep your hands off my stack Money it's a hit Don't give me that do goody good bullshit I'm in the hi-fidelity first class travelling set And I think I need a Lear jet Money it's a crime Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie Money so they say Is the root of all evil today But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise hat they're Giving none away none away |
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| 4. |
| 5:20 |
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[Waitress:] "You wanna cup of coffee?"
[Customers:] "Heh, Turn that fucking juke box down You want to turn down that juke box....loud in here" [Waitress:] "I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee? Ok, you take cream and sugar? Sure." In tr |
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| 5. |
| 7:26 |
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[HAL]: Stop Dave
Will you stop Dave? Stop Dave I'm afraid I'm afraid Dave, my mind is going I can feel it I can feel it My mind is going There is no question about it I can feel it I can feel it I can feel it I'm afraid The monkey sat on a pile of stone And he stared at the broken bone in his hand Strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land The monkey looked up at the stars And he thought to himself Memory is a stranger History is for fools And he cleaned his hands in a pool of holy writing Turned his back on the garden and set out for the nearest town Hold on hold on soldier When you add it all up The tears and the marrowbone There's an ounce of gold And an ounce of pain in each measure And the Germans kill the Jews And the Jews kill the Arabs And the Arabs kill the hostages And that is the news And is it any wonder that the monkey's confused He said Mama Mama, the President's a fool Why do I have to keep reading these technical manuals And the joint chiefs of staff And the brokers on Wall Street said Don't make us laugh, you're a smart kid Time is linear Memory's a stranger History is for fools Man is a tool in the hands Of the great God Almighty And they gave him command of a nuclear submarine Sent him back in search of the Garden of Eden ----------------------------- Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents, Pounds, shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Little black soul departs in perfect focus Hold on soldier Prime time fodder for the News at Nine Hold on, hold on soldier Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight [Marv Albert:] "Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert And welcome to our telecast Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium It's a beautiful day And today we expect a sensational matchup But first our global anthem" Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents, Pounds, shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense [Marv:] "And here come the players As I speak to you now, the captain Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig He's at periscope depth It looks to me like he's going to attack By the way did you know that a submarine Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year" [Edward:]"That's LESS tax Marv" [Marv:]"Yeah, LESS tax Thank you Edward" [Edward:]"You're welcome" [Marv:]"Now back to the game...he fires one...yes There goes two; both fish are running The rig is going into a prevent defense Will they make it? I don't think so" Look out! Look at that baby burn! Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Expressed in dollars and cents, Pounds, shillings and pence Can't you see It all makes perfect sense Can't you see It all makes perfect sense |
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| 5:05 |
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You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot You're good fun at parties You wear the right masks You're old but you still Like a laugh in the locker room You can't abide change You're at home on the range You opened your suitcase Behind the old workings To show off the magnum You deafened the canyon A comfort a friend Only upstaged in the end By the Uzi machine gun Does the recoil remind you Remind you of sex Old man what the hell you gonna kill next Old timer, who you gonna kill next I looked over Jordan and what did I see Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris I swam in your pools And lay under your palm trees I looked in the eyes of the Indian Who lay on the Federal Building steps And through the range finder over the hill I saw the front line boys popping their pills Sick of the mess they find On their desert stage And the bravery of being out of range Yeah the question is vexed Old man what the hell you gonna kill next Old timer who you gonna kill next Hey bartender over here Two more shots And two more beers Sir, turn up the TV sound The war has started on the ground Just love those laser guided bombs They're really great For righting wrongs You hit the target And win the game From bars 3,000 miles away 3,000 miles away We play the game With the bravery of being out of range We zap and maim With the bravery of being out of range We strafe the train With the bravery of being out of range We gain terrain With the bravery of being out of range With the bravery of being out of range We play the game With the bravery of being out of range |
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| 8:12 |
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Miraculous you call it babe
You ain't seen nothing yet They've got Pepsi in the Andes McDonalds in Tibet Yosemite's been turned into A golf course for the Japs The Dead Sea is alive with rap Between the Tigris and Euphrates There's a leisure centre now They've got all kinds of sports They've got Bermuda shorts They had sex in Pennsylvania A Brazilian grew a tree A doctor in Manhattan Saved a dying man for free It's a miracle Another Miracle By the grace of God Almighty And the pressures of the marketplace The human race has civilized itself It's a miracle We've got warehouses of butter We've got oceans of wine We've got famine when we need it Got designer crime We've got Mercedes We've got Porsche Ferrari and Rolls Royce We've got choice She said meet me In the Garden of Gethsemene my dear The Lord said Peter I can see Your house from here An honest family man Finally reaped what he had sown A farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan It's a miracle By the grace of God Almighty And the pressures of the marketplace The human race has civilized itself It's a miracle We cower in our shelters With our hands over our ears Lloyd-Webber's awful stuff Runs for years and years and years An earthquake hits the theatre But the operetta lingers Then the piano lid comes down And breaks his fucking fingers It's a miracle |
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| 9:24 |
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Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long What is the heart life of a colour TV What is the shelf life of a teenage queen Ooh western woman Ooh western girl News hound sniffs the air When Jessica Hahn goes down He latches on to that symbol of detachment Attracted by the peeling away of feeling The celebrity of the abused shell the belle Ooh western woman Ooh western girl And the children of Melrose Strut their stuff Is absolute zero cold enough And out in the valley warm and clean The little ones sit by their TV screens No thoughts to think No tears to cry All sucked dry Down to the very last breath Bartender what is wrong with me? Why am I so out of breath? The captain said excuse me ma'am This species has amused itself to death Amused itself to death Amused itself to death We watched the tragedy unfold We did as we were told We bought and sold It was the greatest show on earth But then it was over We ohhed and aahed We drove our racing cars We ate our last few jars of caviar And somewhere out there in the stars A keen-eyed look-out Spied a flickering light Our last hurrah Our last hurrah And when they found our shadows Grouped around the TV sets They ran down every lead They repeated every test They checked out all the data on their lists And then the alien anthropologists Admitted they were still perplexed But on eliminating every other reason For our sad demise They logged the explanation left This species has amused itself to death No tears to cry, no feelings left This species has amused itself to death (switch channels) [Alf Razzell:] "Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras. And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed; it was as though he...he was now a human being instead of some sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago. And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it, because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to myself, 'Was there something else that I could have done?' [background: "I'd rather die, I'd rather die..."] And that always sort of worried me. And having seen him, and his name in the register - as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened my...heart, if you like." [woman:] "When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?" [Alf:] "Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be the year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four." |
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The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatic is on the grass Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs Got to keep the loonies on the path The lunatic is in the hall The lunatics are in my hall The paper holds their folded faces to the floor And every day the paper boy brings more And if the dam breaks open many years too soon And if there is no room upon the hill And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too I'll see you on the dark side of the moon. The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head You raise the blade, you make the change You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane You lock the door And throw away the key There's someone in my head but it's not me And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon I can't think of anything to say except I think it's marvellous! HaHaHa! |
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All that you touch
All that you see All that you taste All you feel All that you love All that you hate All you distrust All that you save All that you give All that you deal All that you buy beg, borrow or steal All you create All you destroy All that you do All that you say All that you eat everyone you meet All that you slight everyone you fight All that is now All that is gone All that's to come and everything under the sun is in tune but the sun is eclipsed by the moon. |
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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, smoke 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. O.K. 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, smoke 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. |
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Not the torturer will scare me
Nor the body's final fall Nor the barrels of death's rifles Nor the shadows on the wall Nor the night when to the ground The last dim star of pain, is held But the blind indifference Of a merciless unfeeling world Lying in the burnt out shell Of some Albanian farm An old Babushka Holds a crying baby in her arms A soldier from the other side A man of heart and pride Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle And kneels by her side He binds her wounds He gives her food And calms the crying child She gives him absolution then Across the great divide He picks his way back through the broken China of her life And there at the kerb The samaritan Serb turns.. Turns and waves.. goodbye And each small candle Lights a corner of the dark |
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