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Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Roger Waters -- The Wall Live Tour 2013

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Sunday, February 17, 2013

The Final Cut - Life for Sale

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Dial the combination, open the priest hole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.

There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines.
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?

And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?

Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut.

"Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen its a HaHa!"

Friday, November 30, 2012

Full Moon

"Everyone is a moon and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody"

Mark Twain

Saturday, September 29, 2012

Amused to Death - Roger Waters /Life for Sale

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

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

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

(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 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?'
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?"

"Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be a year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four."

(switch channels)

(crickets)

Roger Waters / Amused To Death / lyrics

Wearing The Inside Out / LIFE for SALE

Life for Sale - B/W - coolPHOTOBLOGS

Life for Sale - Hey You!

Collapse Into Now - Life for Sale

Life for Sale - ALEPH

House With no Door - Life for Sale

Loneliness - Life for SALE

LIFE FOR SALE - Prospekt's March / Poppyfields / COLDPLAY

Age Of Loneliness - Life for Sale - Photo Experiment

Life for Sale - Memories Series

Life for Sale - Refugees

Every Teardrop Is A Waterfall - Coldplay / LIFE FOR SALE

Life for Sale - Memories Series

Life for Sale - White Memories

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Wearing The Inside Out / LIFE for SALE

From morning to night I stayed out of sight, didn't recognize I'd become,

No more than alive I'd barely survive, in a word...overrun

Won't hear a sound from my mouth , I've spent too long on the inside out

My skin is cold to the human touch , this bleeding heart's not beating much....

I murmured a vow of silence and now I don't even hear when I think aloud

Extinguished by light I turn on the night wear it's darkness with an empty smile

Look at him now he's paler somehow but he's coming round. He's starting to choke , it's been so long since he spoke , well he can have the words right from my mouth

And with these words I can see clear through the clouds that covered me

Just give it time then speak my name, now we can hear ourselves again

I'm holding out for the day when all the clouds have blown away

I'm with you now, can speak your name, Now we can hear ourselves again

He's curled into the corner but still the screen is flickering

He's curled into the corner
But still the screen is flickering
With an endless stream of garbage to
...curse the place
In a sea of random images
The self-destructing animal
Waiting for the waves to break

He's standing on the threshold
Caught in fiery anger
And hurled into the furnace hell
...curse the place
He's torn in all directions
And the screen is still flickering
Waiting for the flames to break

Wearing The Inside Out
by Pink Floyd
Album: The Division Bell - 1994
Content Owner: Sony Music Entertainment