℗ 1979 Harvest Records SHDW 411
℗ 1979 Columbia Records PC2 36183
℗ 1984 Harvest Records CDS 7 46036/37
℗ 1979 : disc 1
℗ 1979 : disc 2
«The Wall» — альбом PINK FLOYD. Последний альбом PINK FLOYD, выпущенный в классическом составе. После его записи из группы ушёл клавишник Ричард Райт. Основной автор альбома — Роджер Уотерс. Концептуальный двойной альбом написан на основе его личных переживаний и повествует о стене отчуждения, отделяющей главного героя (Пинка) от всего остального мира. По словам Роджера, идея альбома зародилась после одного из концертных выступлений группы, когда он, не вытерпев выходок одного из фанатов у сцены, плюнул ему в лицо и отказался продолжать выступление. |
(Roger Waters)
"...we came in?" So you thought you might like to Go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow Tell me is something eluding you, Sunshine? Is this not what you expected to see? If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise [Pink:] "Lights!" "Turn on the Sound Effects" "Action" "Drop It. Drop It On 'Em" "Drop it On Them!"
(Roger Waters)
Momma loves her baby And Daddy loves you too And the sea may look warm to ya, Babe And the sky may look blue Oooooo Babe Oooooooo Baby Blue Oooooo Oooooo Babe If you should go skating On the thin ice of modern life Dragging behind you the silent reproach Of a million tear-stained eyes Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice Appears under your feet You slip out of your depth and out of your mind With your fear flowing out behind you As you claw the thin ice
(Roger Waters)
Daddy's flown across the ocean Leaving just a memory A snapshot in the family album Daddy, what else did you leave for me? Daddy, whatcha 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 "One, two, three, (whistle), hey" [Teacher:] "You! Yes, you! Stand still laddy!"
(Roger Waters)
When we grew up and went to school There were certain teachers Who would hurt the children any way they could "Ooof" (someone being hit) By pouring their derision Upon anything we did Exposing every weakness However carefully hidden by the kids (mananical laughter) 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
(Roger Waters)
We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teacher, leave them kids alone Hey, Teacher, leave them 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 them 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 (all repeating) [Teacher:] "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 your meat?" "You! Yes, you behind the bike sheds, stand still laddy!"
(Roger Waters)
Mother, do you think they'll drop the bomb? Mother, do you think they'll like this song? Mother, do you think they'll try to break my balls? Mother, should I build the wall? Mother, should I run for President? Mother, should I trust the government? Mother, will they put me in the firing line? Is it just a waste of time? Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing Momma's will keep Baby cozy and warm Oooo Babe Oooo Babe Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build the wall Mother, do you think she's good enough For me? Mother, do you think she's dangerous To me? Mother will she tear your little boy apart? Mother, will she break my heart? Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you Momma won't let anyone dirty get through Momma's gonna wait up until you get in Momma will always find out where you've been Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean Oooo Babe Oooo Babe Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me Mother, did it need to be so high?
(Roger Waters)
Look, Mummy. There's an aeroplane up in the sky. Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones? Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs? Did, did, did, did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter When the promise of a brave new world Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky? Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones? Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs? The flames are all long gone But the pain lingers on Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones? Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs? Did, did, did, did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter When the promise of a brave new world Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky? Goodbye, blue sky Goodbye, blue sky Goodbye Goodbye
(Roger Waters)
[Backwards message:] "Congratulations, You have just discovered the secret message. Please send your answer to 'Old Pink, Care of the funny farm, Chalfont..." - Roger Waters "Roger, Caroline's on the phone..." - Unknown Voice What shall we use To fill the empty spaces Where we used to talk? How should I fill The final places? How should I complete the wall?
(David Gilmour — Roger Waters)
I am just a new boy Stranger in this town Where are all the good times? Who's gonna show this stranger around? Ooooo I need a dirty woman Ooooo I need a dirty girl Will some woman in this desert land Make me feel like a real man? Take this rock n roll refugee Ooo Babe, set me free Ooooo I need a dirty woman Ooooo I need a dirty girl Ooooo I need a dirty woman Ooooo I need a dirty girl
(Roger Waters)
[Groupie:] "Oh my God, what a fabulous room!" "Are all these your guitars?" [Film in background:] "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you!" [Groupie:] "God, this place is bigger than our apartment." "Uh, could I get a drink of water?" [Film:] "Let me know when you are entering a room" "Yes sir!" [Groupie:] "Ya want some? Huh?" [Film:] "Yes" [Groupie:] "Oh wow! Look at this tub!" "You wanna take a bath?" [Film:] "I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us, for here main..." [Groupie:] "What're you watching?" [Film:] "If you'll just let me know as soon as you can....Mrs. Bancroft. Mrs. Bancroft..." [Groupie:] "Hello?" [Film:] "I don't understand..." [Groupie:] "Are you feeling OK?" Day after day Love turns gray Like the skin on the dying man And night after night We pretend it's all right But I have grown older And you have grown colder And nothing is very much fun, anymore And I can feel One of all my turns coming on I feel Cold as a razor blade Tight as a tourniquet Dry as a funeral drum Run to the bedroom In the suitcase on the left You'll find my favorite axe Don't look so frightened This is just a passing phase One of my bad days Would you like to watch TV? Or get between the sheets? Or contemplate the silent freeway? Would you like something to eat? Would you like to learn to fly? Would ya? Would you like to see me try? Ohh, No... Would you like to call the cops? Do you think it's time I stopped? Why are you running away?
(Roger Waters)
Ooooo Babe Don't leave me now Don't say it's the end of the road Remember the flowers I sent I need you, Babe To put through the shredder in front of my friends Oh Babe Don't leave me now How could you go? When you know how I need you To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night Oh Babe Don't leave me now How can you treat me this way? Running away Oooo Babe Why are you running away? [Sound of many TVs coming on, all on different channels) "The Bulls are already out there..." "....(many more)..." [Pink:] "Aaaarrrrggghhh!!"
(Roger Waters)
(Sound of many TVs Being Smashed) I don't need no arms around me And I don't need no drugs to calm me I have seen the writing on the wall Don't think I need anything at all No. Don't think I need anything at all All in all it was all just bricks in the wall All in all you were all just bricks in the wall
(Roger Waters)
Goodbye, cruel world I'm leaving you today Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye Goodbye, all you people There's nothing you can say To make me change my mind Goodbye
(Roger Waters)
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 Don't 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 your 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
(Roger Waters)
(TV) [Man1:] "Well, only about an hour of daylight left." "Better get started." [Woman:] "Is it unsafe to travel at night?" [Man1:] "It'll be a lot less safe to stay here." "Your father's gonna pick up our trail before long." [Woman:] "Can Loca ride?" [Man2:] "Yeah, I can ride...." [Man1:]"Margaret, time to go!" "??Ingred??, thank you for everthing." "Let's go." [Woman:] "Goodbye, Chenga" [Man3:] "Goodbye, miss..." Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody out there? [Man1:] "Alright, I'll take care of them part of the time, but the somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington." [Man2:] "Who's that?" [Man1:] "Rose Pilchitt" [Man2:] "Rose Pilchitt, who's that?"
(Roger Waters)
(child screams in background - "Shut Up!") [Man1:] "36-24-36. Does that answer your question?" [Man Screaming:] "Oi! I've got a little black book with my poems in!" [Man2:] "Who iss she?" [Man1:] "She was 'Miss Armoured Division' in 1961...." Got a little black book with my poems in Got a bag, got a toothbrush, and a comb When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on Got those swollen hands blues I got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from I got electric light And I got second sight I got amazing powers of observation And that is how I know When I try to get through On the telephone to you There'll be nobody home I got the obligatory Hendrix perm And the inevitable pinhole burns All down the front of my favorite satin shirt I got nicotine stains on my fingers I got a silver spoon on a chain Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains I got wild, staring eyes And I got a strong urge to fly But I got nowhere to fly to Ooooo Babe When I pick up the phone [Gomer Pyle:] "Surprise, surprise, surprise...." There's still nobody home I got a pair of Gohill's boots And I got fading roots (TV) "Where the hell are you?" "Over 47 German planes were destroyed with the loss of only 15 of our own aircraft" "Where the hell are you Simon?" (Machine gun sound followed by a plane crashing)
(Roger Waters)
Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn? Remember how that she said That we would meet again Some sunny day Vera! Vera! What has become of you? Does anybody else in here Feel the way I do?
(Roger Waters)
Bring the boys back home Bring the boys back home Don't leave the children on their own, no, no Bring the boys back home (repeating) "Wrong, do it again!" "But it's a man answering, but he keeps hanging up." "(Knock, knock, knock) Time to go!" "Are you felling Okay?" Is there anybody out there?
(David Gilmour — Roger Waters)
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 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's smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin' 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 I have become comfortably numb Ok Just a little pinprick There'll be no more - Aaaaaahhhhh! 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's smoke on the horizon You are only coming through in waves Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin' 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
(Roger Waters)
Oooh, Ma, Oooh, Pa Must the show go on? Ooooh, Pa. Take me home Ooooh, Ma. Let me go There must be some mistake I didn't mean to let them Take away my soul How much you want? Is it too late? Oooh, Ma, Oooh, Pa Where has the feeling gone? Oooh, Ma, Oooh, Pa Will I remember the songs? The show must go on
(Roger Waters)
"Fagot...." So ya thought ya Might like to go to the show To feel the warm thrill of confusion That space cadet glow I 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 fans really stand Are there any queers in the theatre tonight? Get 'em up against the wall Now there's one in the spotlight He don't look right to me Get him up against the wall And that one looks Jewish And that one's a coon Who let all this riffraff into the room? There's one smoking a joint And another with spots If I had my way I'd have all of ya shot
(David Gilmour — Roger Waters)
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run You better make your face up With your favorite disguise With your button-down lips And your roller blind eyes With your empty smile And your hungry heart Feel the bile rising From your guilty past With your nerves in tatters As the cockleshell shatters And the hammers batter Down your door You better run Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run You better run all day And run all night And keep your dirty feelings deep inside And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight You better park the car well out of sight 'Cause if they catch you in the back seat Trying to pick her locks They're gonna send you back to Mother In a cardboard box You better run
(Roger Waters)
"Hammer, Hammer, Hammer,...." [Pink:] "Einse, svei, drei, alle!" Oooo, You cannot reach me now Oooo, No matter how you try Goodbye cruel world, it's over Walk on by Sitting in a bunker Here behind my wall Waiting for the worms to come In perfect isolation Here behind my wall Waiting for the worms to come [Man using megaphone:] "We're waiting to succeed and going to convene outside Brixton Town Hall where we're going to be...." Waiting, to cut out the deadwood Waiting, to clean up the city Waiting, to follow the worms Waiting, to put on a black shirt Waiting, to weed out the weaklings Waiting, to smash in their windows And kick in their doors Waiting, for the final solution to strengthen the strain Waiting, to follow the worms Waiting, to turn on the showers and fire the ovens Waiting, for the queers and the coons And the Reds and the Jews Waiting, to follow the worms Would you like to see Britannia Rule again, my friend? All you have to do is follow the worms Would you like to send our colored cousins Home again, my friend? All you need to do is follow the worms [Man with Megaphone:] "The worms will convene outside Brixton Bus Station. We'll be moving along at about 12 o'clock down Stockwell Road .... Abbot's Road .... twelve minutes to three we'll be moving along Lambeth Road towards Vauxhall Bridge. Now when we get to the other side of Vauxhall Bridge we're in Westminster Borough area. It's quite possible we may encounter some Jew boys ... by the way we go...." "Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, ..."
(Roger Waters)
STOP I wanna go home Take off this uniform and leave the show But I'm waiting in this cell because I have to know Have I been guilty all this time?
(Roger Waters — Bob Ezrin)
Good morning, Worm, your honor The Crown will plainly show The prisoner who now stands before you Was caught red-handed showing feelings Showing feelings of an almost human nature This will not do Call the schoolmaster I always said he'd come to no good In the end, your Honor If they'd let me have my way I could have flayed him into shape But my hands were tied The bleeding hearts and artists Let him get away with murder Let me hammer him today Crazy Toys in the attic, I am crazy Truly gone fishing They must have taken my marbles away Crazy Toys in the attic, he is crazy You little shit, you're in it now I hope they throw away the key You should've talked to me more often than you did But no! You had to go your own way Have you broken any homes up lately? Just five minutes, Worm, your Honor Him, me alone Baaaaaabe Come to Mother, baby Let me hold you in my arms M'Lord, I never wanted him to get in any trouble Why'd he ever have to leave me? Worm, your Honor, let me take him home Crazy Over the rainbow, I am crazy Bars in the window There must have been a door there in the wall When I came in Crazy Over the rainbow, he is crazy The evidence before the court is incontravertible There's no need for the jury to retire In all my years of judging I have never heard before Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law The way you made him suffer Your exquisite wife and mother Fills me with the urge to deficate "Go on Judge, Shit on him!" Since, my friend You have revealed your deepest fear I sentence you to be exposed before your peers Tear down the wall "Tear down the wall, Tear down the wall, ..."
(Roger Waters)
All alone, or in two's The one's who really love you Walk up and down outside the wall Some hand in hand And some gathered together in bands The bleeding hearts and the artists Make their stand And when they've given you their all Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall