Track 8 off “The Final Cut”. Lyrics: “Oi…Get your filthy hands off my desert!” “What ‘e say?” 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 © 2010 I do not own this band or song in any way….

two suns in the sunset,cierra el album “the final cut” ultimo de la banda con Roger Waters en el que este busca continuar la linea musical de The Wall y rendir su propio tributo a su padre, dejando a sus espaldas cualquier cambio de giro de la carrera de la banda y elevando a la situación más crítica las relaciones con David Gilmour, quien en The Final Cut posee muy poco aporte creativo, por no decir nulo. Dos soles en el ocaso es la metáfora que ocupa Waters para mostrar uno que es nuestro conocido sol y el otro es la luz de una explosión atómica que nos derrite y elimina por completo. Con esto la negatividad del album es muy evidente ya que se trata de la última pista, revelando el punto aparte de nuestra existencia sin un párrafo posterior.Tambien podria interpretarse que el mismo estaria anunciando el final de la banda,ya que los dos soles representarian los dos caminos que tomarian los integrantes de la banda, asi lo interprete yo al fundir todas las tapas de sus discos,siempre con los dos soles de fondo….

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Track 9 off “The Final Cut” (In memory of Eric Fletcher Waters). Lyrics: Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home, a little place of their own. The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. They can appear to themselves every day On closed circuit TV To make sure they’re still real. It’s the only connection they feel. “Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig, Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher and Paisly, “Hello Maggie!” Mr. Brezhnev and party. “Who’s the bald chap?” The ghost of mccarthy, And the memories of Nixon. “Good-bye!” And now, adding colour, a group of anonymous latin- American Meat packing glitterati. Did they expect us to treat them with any respect? They can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles, And amuse themselves playing games for awhile. Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you’re dead. Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye their favourite toy They’ll be good girls and boys In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial Wasters of life and limb. Is everyone in? Are you having a nice time? Now the final solution can be applied. © 2010 I do not own this band or song in any way….

Track 3 off “The Final Cut”. Lyrics: When you’re one of the few to land on your feet What do you do to make ends meet? (Teach) Make ‘em mad Make ‘em sad Make ‘em add two and two Make ‘em me Make ‘em you Make ‘em do what you want them to Make ‘em laugh Make ‘em cry Make ‘em lay down and die © 2010 I do not own this band or song in any way….

Track 2 off “The Final Cut”. Lyrics: They flutter behind you your possible pasts some brighteyed and crazy some frightened and lost a warning to anyone still in command of their possible future to take care in derelict sidings the poppies entwine with cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time Do you remember me? how we used to be? don’t you think we should be closer? She stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs for the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs stepping up boldly one put out his hand he said, ” I was just a child then now I’m only a man” Do you remember me? how we used to be? don’t you think we should be closer? By the cold and religious we were taken in hand shown how to feel good and told to feel bad and strung out behind us the banners and flags of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags Do you remember me? how we used to be? don’t you think we should be closer? © 2010 I do not own this band or song in any way….

Track 7 off “The Final Cut”. Lyrics: Button your lip. And don’t let the shield slip. Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask. And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions You can hide, hide, hide, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you three blacks, and play you for five …” “Ta! You was unlucky there son” “Time gentleman!” Behind paranoid eyes. You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar. Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar, Laughing too loud at the rest of the world With the boys in the crowd You can hide, hide, hide, Behind petrified eyes. You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory. Now you’re lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high. And you hide, hide, hide, Behind brown and mild eyes. © 2010 I do not own this band or song in any way….

Final track [13] off “The Final Cut”. Lyrics: In my rear view mirror the sun is going down sinking behind bridges in the road and I think of all the good things that we have left undone and I suffer premonitions confirm suspicions of the holocaust to come the rust wire that holds the cork that keeps the anger in gives way and suddenly it’s day again the sun is in the east even though the day is done two suns in the sunset hmmmmmmmmm could be the human race is run like the moment when the brakes lock and you slide towards the big truck you stretch the frozen moments with your fear and you’ll never hear their voices and you’ll never see their faces you have no recourse to the law anymore. and as the windshield melts my tears evaporate leaving only charcoal to defend finally I understand the feelings of the few ashes and diamonds foe and friend we were all equal in the end © 2010 I do not own this band or song in any way….

Track 10 off “The Final Cut”. Lyrics: 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 Knifes. But now She stands upon Southampton dock With her handkerchief 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 stain 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. © 2010 I do not own this band or song in any way….

Pink Floyd – Paranoid’s Eyes Written by Roger Waters Recorded in England at Mayfair, Olympic, Abbey Road, Ell Pie Audio International, Rak, Hookend and The Billard Room between July and December 1982. Released in 1983 by EMI Records (UK) Button your lip. Don’t let the shield slip. Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask. And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions You can hide, hide, hide, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll give you three blacks, and play you for five …” “Ta! You was unlucky there son” “Time gentleman!” Behind paranoid eyes. You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar. Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar, Laughing too loud at the rest of the world With the boys in the crowd You hide, hide, hide, Behind petrified eyes. You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory. Now you’re lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high. And you hide, hide, hide, Behind brown and mild eyes. “Oi!”…