Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn? Remember how she said that We would meet again Some sunny day? Vera! Vera! What has become of you? Does anybody else here Feel the way I do?…

Emily tries but misunderstands, ah ooh She often inclined to borrow somebody’s dreams till tomorrow There is no other day Let’s try it another way You’ll lose your mind and play Free games for may See Emily play Soon after dark Emily cries, ah ooh Gazing through trees in sorrow hardly a sound till tomorrow There is no other day Let’s try it another way You’ll lose your mind and play Free games for may See Emily play Put on a gown that touches the ground, ah ooh Float on a river forever and ever, Emily There is no other day Let’s try it another way You’ll lose your mind and play Free games for may See Emily play…

[backwards message:] “Congratulations, You have just discovered the secret message. Please send your answer to ‘Old Pink’, Care of the funny farm, Chalfont…” – Spoken By Roger [...interrupted...] “Roger, Caroline’s on the phone…” – Unknown Voice What shall we use To fill the empty spaces Where we used to talk? How shall I fill The final places? How should I complete the wall ************************************* I am just a new boy, Stranger in this town. Where are all the good times? Who’s gonna show this stranger around? Ooooh, I need a dirty woman. Ooooh, I need a dirty girl. Will some cold woman in this desert land Make me feel like a real man? Take this rock and roll refugee Oooh, baby set me free. Ooooh, I need a dirty woman. Ooooh, I need a dirty girl. [Phone rings..Clink of receiver being lifted] “Hello..?” “Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd. Will you accept the charges from United States?” [clunk! of phone being put down] “Oh, He hung up! That’s your residence, right? I wonder why he hung up? Is there supposed to be someone else there besides your wife there to answer?” [Phone rings again...clunk of receiver being picked up] “Hello?” “This is United States calling, are we reaching… [interrupted by phone being put down] “See he keeps hanging up, and it’s a man answering.” [whirr of connection being closed]…

Tell me true tell me why was Jesus crucified is it for this that daddy died? was it you? was it me? did I watch too much tv? Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes? if it wasn’t for the nips being so good at building ships the yards would still be open on the clyde and it can’t be much fun for them beneath the rising sun with all their kids committing suicide what have we done maggie what have we done what have we done to England should we shout should we scream “what happened to the post war dream?” oh Maggie Maggie what have we done?…

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 his 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…

Breathe, breathe in the air Don’t be afraid to care Leave, but don’t leave me Look around Choose your own ground Long you live and high you 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, 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 fly But only if you ride the tide And balanced on the biggest wave You race towards an early grave…

“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!] “This place is bigger than our apartment! [Film: "Let me know when you're entering a room" "Yes sir!"] “erm, Can I get a drink of water? [Film: "I was wondering about ..."] “You want some, huh?” [Film: "Yes"] “Oh wow, look at this tub? Do you wanna take baaaath?” [Film: "I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us, for her main ..."] “What are watching?” [Film: "If you'll just let me know as soon as you can ... Mrs Bancroft" "Mrs Bancroft ..."] “Hello?” [Film: "I don't understand ..."] “Are you feeling okay?…” Day after day, love turns grey Like the skin of a dying man. Night after night, we pretend its all right But I have grown older and You have grown colder and Nothing is very much fun any more. And I can feel one of 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? Would you like to call the cops? Do you think it’s time I stopped? Why are you running away?…

Richard Wright – Vocals, Piano, Organ Roger Waters – Bass David Gilmour – Acoustic guitar. Background Vocals Nick Mason – Drums. Written and sung by Richard Wright. Lyrics: Would you like to say something before you leave Perhaps you’d care to state exactly how you feel We said good-bye before we said hello I hardly even like you, I shouldn’t care at all We met just six hours ago, the music was too loud From your bed I gained a day and lost a bloody year And I would like to know How do you feel, how do you feel, how do you feel? Not a single word was said, delights still without fears Occasionally you showed a smile but what was the need I felt the cold far too soon – the wind of ’95 My friends are lying in the sun, I wish that I was there Tomorrow brings another town and another girl like you Have you time before you leave to greet another man Just you let me know How do you feel, how do you feel, how do you feel? Good-bye to you Charlotte Kringles too I’ve had enough for one day….

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….

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….