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Home | Pink Floyd Lyrics / The Final Cut Lyrics / The Gunner’s Dream Lyrics The Gunner’s Dream (Waters) Floating down through the cloudsMemories come rushing up to meet me now.In the space between the heavensand in the corner of some foreign fieldI had a dream.I had a dream.Good-bye Max.Good-bye Ma.After the service when you’re walking slowly to the carAnd the silver in her hair shines in the cold November airYou hear the tolling bellAnd touch the silk in your lapelAnd as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the bandYou take her frail handAnd hold on to the dream.A place to stay“Oi! A real one …”Enough to eatSomewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the streetWhere you can speak out loudAbout your doubts and fearsAnd what’s more no-one ever disappearsYou never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.You can relax on both sides of the tracksAnd maniacs don’t blow holes...

Home | Pink Floyd Lyrics / The Final Cut Lyrics / Paranoid Eyes Lyrics Paranoid Eyes (Waters) 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 questionsYou 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 worldWith the boys in the crowdYou 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 ageThe pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high.And you hide, hide, hide,Behind brown and mild eyes. “Oi!” The Final Cut was Roger Water’s final...

Home | Pink Floyd Lyrics / The Final Cut Lyrics / The Fletcher Memorial Home Lyrics The Fletcher Memorial Home (Waters) Take all your overgrown infants away somewhereAnd build them a home, a little place of their own.The Fletcher MemorialHome for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. And they can appear to themselves every dayOn closed circuit T.V.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.“Scusi dov’è il bar?”The ghost of McCarthy,The memories of Nixon.“Who’s the bald chap?”“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 theirSmiles, 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 eyeWith their favorite toysThey’ll be good girls and boysIn...

Home | Pink Floyd Lyrics / The Final Cut Lyrics / Southampton Dock Lyrics Southampton Dock (Waters) They disembarked in 45And no-one spoke and no-one smiledThere were to many spaces in the line.Gathered at the cenotaphAll agreed with the hand on heartTo sheath the sacrificial Knifes.But nowShe stands upon Southampton dockWith her handkerchiefAnd her summer frock clingsTo her wet body in the rain.In quiet desperation knucklesWhite upon the slippery reinsShe bravely waves the boys Goodbye again. And still the dark stain spreads betweenHis shoulder blades.A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves.And when the fight was overWe spent what they had made.But in the bottom of our heartsWe felt the final cut. The Final Cut was Roger Water’s final album with Pink Floyd Analysis of Southampton Dock Pink Floyd’s “Southampton Dock,” a track from their 1983 album “The Final Cut,” stands as a poignant reflection on the aftermath of war. The song is a melancholic...

Home | Pink Floyd Lyrics / The Final Cut Lyrics / The Final Cut Lyrics by Pink Floyd The Final Cut Lyrics (Waters) Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyesI can barely define the shape of this moment in timeAnd far from flying high in clear blue skiesI’m spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide. If you negotiate the minefield in the driveAnd beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyesAnd if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,Dial the combination, open the priestholeAnd if I’m in I’ll tell you what’s behind the wall. There’s a kid who had a big hallucinationMaking love to girls in magazines.He wonders if you’re sleeping with your new found faith.Could anybody love himOr is it just a crazy dream? And if I show you my dark sideWill you still hold me tonight?And if I open my heart to youAnd show you my weak sideWhat...

Home | Pink Floyd Lyrics / The Final Cut Lyrics / Not Now John Lyrics Not Now John (Waters) Fuck all that we’ve got to get on with theseGotta compete with the wily Japanese.There’s too many home fires burningAnd not enough trees.So fuck all thatWe’ve go to get on with these. Can’t stopLose jobMind goneSiliconWhat bombGet awayPay dayMake hayBreak downNeed fixBig sixClickity clickHold onOh noBrrrrrrrrrring bingo! Make ’em laugh.Make ’em cry.Make ’em dance in the aisles.Make ’em pay.Make ’em stay.Make’em feel ok. Not nah JohnWe’ve got to get on with the film show.Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow.Who cares what it’s aboutAs long as the kids go?Not now JohnGot to get on with the show. Hang on John we’ve got to get on with this.I don’t know what it isBut it fits on here like…..Come at the end of the shiftWe’ll go and get pissed.But now now JohnI’ve got to get on with this. Hold...