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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 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 And we're going to find out where you fans Really stand Are there any queers in the theatre tonight Get 'em up against the wall That one looks Jewish And that one's a coon Who let all 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 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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| 3. |
| 5:53 |
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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 (chorus at end by pupils from the Fourth Form Music Class Islington Green School, London) 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 |
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| 4. |
| 5:42 |
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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. |
| 0:52 |
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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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| 6. |
| 2:16 |
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They disembarked in 45
And no one spoke and no one smiled There were too many spaces in the line Gathered at the cenotaph All agreed with hand on heart To sheath the sacrificial knives But now She stands upon southampton dock With her handerchief And her summer frock clings To her wet body in the rain In quiet desperation knuckles White upon the slippery reins She bravely waves the boys goodbye again And still the dark spreads between Their shoulder blades A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves And when the fight was over We spent what they had made But in the bottom of our hearts We felt the final cut |
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| 7. |
| 1:19 |
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If you didn't care 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 buggers to blame And watching for pigs on the wing |
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| 8. |
| 16:25 |
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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. And it's too late to lose the weight You used to need to throw around. so have a good drown, as you go down, alone, Dragged down by the stone. I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused. Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used. Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off This creeping malaise. If I don't stand my own ground, How can I find my way out of this maze? Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend. And it seems to you the thing to do Would be to isolate the winner. And everything's done under the sun, And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer. Who was born in a house full of pain. Who was trained not to spit in the fan. Who was told what to do by the man. Who was broken by trained personnel. Who was fitted with collar and chain. Who was given a seat in the stand. Who was breaking away from the pack. Who was only a stranger at home. Who was ground down in the end. Who was found dead on the phone. Who was dragged down by the stone. Who was dragged down by the stone. |
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| 9. |
| 6:54 |
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Welcome my son, welcome to the machine
Where have you been? It's all right, we know where you've been You've been in the pipe line 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 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 all right, 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 |
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| 10. |
| 4:57 |
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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 |
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| 11. |
| 14:43 |
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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. |
| 7:10 |
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Little by little the night turns around
Counting the leaves which tremble and turn Lotus's lean on each other in union Over the hills where a swallow is resting Set the controls for the heart of the sun Over the mountain watching the watcher Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine Morning to birth is born into shadow Love is the shadow that ripens the wine Set the controls for the heart of the sun The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun (repeat, fading) Who is the man who arrives at the wall? Making the shape of his questions at asking Thinking 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, the heart of the sun (repeat, fading) |
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| 1. |
| 3:22 |
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Breathe, breathe in the air
Don't be afraid to care Leave but don't leave me Look around and choose your own ground For long you live and high you'll fly And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry And all you touch and all you see Is all your life will ever be Run, run rabbit run Dig that hole, forget the sun, And when at last the work is done Don't sit down it's time to dig another one For long you live and high you'll fly But only if you ride the tide Balanced on the biggest wave You race towards an early grave. |
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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 |
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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 that they're Giving none away |
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| 4. |
| 5:19 |
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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 truck stops and hamburger joints In Cadillac limousines In the company of has-beens And bent-backs And sleeping forms on pavement steps In libraries and railway stations In books and banks In the pages of history In suicidal cavalry attacks I recognise... Myself in every stranger's eyes And in wheelchairs by monuments Under tube trains and commuter accidents In council care and county courts At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts In drawing rooms and city morgues In award winning photographs Of life rafts on the China seas In transit camps, under arc lamps On unloading ramps In faces blurred by rubber stamps I recognise... Myself in every stranger's eyes And now, from where I stand Upon this hill I plundered from the pool I look around I search the skies I shade my eyes So nearly blind And I see signs of half remembered days I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways I recognise... The hope you kindle in your eyes It's oh so easy now As we lie here in the dark Nothing interferes, it's obvious How to beat the tears That threaten to snuff out The spark of our love |
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| 5. |
| 7:26 |
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The monkey sat on a pile of stone
And stared at the broken bone in his hand Strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land And 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 pride in each ledger And the Germans killed the Jews And the Jews killed the Arabs And the Arabs killed the hostages And that is the news And is it any wonder that the monkey's confused He said 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 is 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 And sent him back in search of the Garden of Eden |
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| 6. |
| 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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| 7. |
| 8:12 |
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Miraculous you call it babe
You ain't seen nothing yet They got Pepsi in the Andes They got McDonalds in Tibet Yosemite's been turned into a golf course For the Japs And the Dead Sea is alive with rap Between the Tigris and Euphrates There's a leisure centre now They got all kinds of sports They got Bermuda shorts They had sex in Pennsylvania A Brazilian grew a tree And a doctor in Manhattan Saved a dying man for free It's a miracle It's a miracle 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 got warehouses of butter We got oceans of wine We got famine when we need it We got designer crime We got Mercedes We got Porsche, Ferrari and Rolls Royce Yeah, we 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 man Finally reaped what he had sown And a farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan It's a miracle It's a miracle 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 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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| 9:26 |
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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 Ooh western woman Ooh western girl And the children on 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 It has 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 'round 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 only explanation left This species has amused itself to death No tears to cry, no feelings left This species has amused itself to death Amused itself to death Amused itself to death (repeating) (switch channels) |
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| 4:07 |
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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 forbodings 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. |
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| 2:20 |
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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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| 11. |
| 8:09 |
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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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| 12. |
| 9:04 |
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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 hurled 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 To kneel by her side He gives her water Binds her wounds And calms the crying child A touch gives absolution then Across the great divide He picks his way back through the broken China of her life And there at the curb The samaritan Serb turns and waves goodbye And each small candle Lights a corner of the dark Each small candle Lights a corner of the dark Each small candle lights a corner of the dark When the wheel of pain stops turning And the branding iron stops burning When the children can be children When the desperados weaken When the tide rolls into greet them And the natural law of science Greets the humble and the mighty And the billion candles burning Lights the dark side of every human mind Each small candle Each small candle (repeated) Each small candles lights the dark side of every human mind And each small candle Lights a corner of the dark |
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