Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Pink Floyd - Dogs
























Dogs (Waters, Gilmour) 17:06

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 get 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 loose 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, all 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 pat on the back.
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.

9 comments:

Filip and Kristel said...

They certainly look nice.

Greetings,
Filip

Cloudia said...

Wonderful study




ALOHA from Honolulu
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Kaya said...

Daliana, I am looking at these photos the fourth time. They are all very powerful and very deep. You captured personality of this wonderful dog in such unique and amazing way.

Very touching and remarkable photos!

jozef said...

Piękny pies. Piękne fotografie. Tylko dlaczego taki pies jest uwiązany na łańcuchu ?!
Pozdrawiam

Ripley said...

Wow! what a beautiful dog. I have a Labrador seven years ago. Sorry for my horrible english, I´m panic to bad writter but the photos are so cute. It has a pretty look. I think I´m in love. Only I hope understand me.

Greetins from Spain.

Fram Actual said...

Your photography never fails to amaze me .... hmmmm ....

Bitch said...


Such a fine study, dear Daliana!

The one absolutely unselfish friend that man can have in this selfish world, the one that never deserts him, the one that never proves ungrateful or treacherous is his dog. A man's dog stands by him in prosperity and in poverty, in health and in sickness. He will sleep on the cold ground, where the wintry winds blow and the snow drives fiercely, if only he may be near his master's side. He will kiss the hand that has no food to offer. He will lick the wounds and sores that come in encounters with the roughness of the world. He guards the sleep of his pauper master as if he were a prince. When all other friends desert, he remains. When riches take wings, and reputation falls to pieces, he is as constant in his love as the sun in its journey through the heavens.

By George Graham Vest “Tribute to the dog”

sabina said...

amazing pictures. very inspiring

dmd. said...

..salutări zâmbitoare la acest sfârşit de an şi un altul mai bun îţi doresc!