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Home | Pink Floyd Lyrics / The Final Cut Lyrics / Your Possible Pasts Lyrics Your Possible Pasts Lyrics They flutter behind you your possible pasts,Some bright-eyed and crazy, some frightened and lost.A warning to anyone still in command[Cattle truck noises]“Ranks! Fire!”Of their possible future, to take care.In derelict sidings the poppies entwineWith cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time. Do you remember me? How we used to be?Do you think we should be closer? She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smileHaunting her face like a cheap hotel sign.Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macsFor 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?Do you think we should be closer? By the cold and religious we...

Home | Pink Floyd Lyrics / The Final Cut Lyrics / One of the Few Lyrics One of the Few Lyrics When you’re one of the few to land on your feetWhat do you do to make ends meet?Teach.Make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two.Make them me, make them you, make them do what you want them to.Make them laugh, make them cry, make them lie down and die. The Final Cut was Roger Water’s final album with Pink Floyd Analysis of One of the Few Lyrics Pink Floyd’s “One of the Few,” from their 1983 album “The Final Cut,” delves into the complexities of survival and resilience. The song opens with a question about making ends meet, a query that immediately establishes a theme of resilience amid life’s challenges. It speaks to those who, despite obstacles, manage to find stability and success. The lyrics explore power dynamics and...

Home | Pink Floyd Lyrics / The Final Cut Lyrics / The Hero’s Return Lyrics The Hero’s Return Lyrics Jesus, Jesus, what’s it all about?Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape.When I was their age all the lights went out.There was no time to whine or mope about.And even now part of me flies overDresden at angels one five.Though they’ll never fathom it behind mySarcasm desperate memories lie. Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good.‘Cause that’s the only time that I can really speak to you.And there is something that I’ve locked awayA memory that is too painfulTo withstand the light of day. When we came back from the war the banners andFlags hung on everyone’s door.We danced and we sang in the street andThe church bells rang.But burning in my heartMy memory smolders onOf the gunners dying words on the intercom. The Final Cut was Roger Water’s final album with Pink...

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...