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The Fletcher Memorial Home (Waters)

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.

And they can appear to themselves every day
On 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 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
With their favorite toys
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.

The Final Cut was Roger Water’s final album with Pink Floyd

1. The Post War Dream
2. Your Possible Pasts
3. One of the Few
4. The Hero’s Return
5. The Gunner’s Dream
6. Paranoid Eyes
7. Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert
8. The Fletcher Memorial Home
9. Southampton Doc
10. The Final Cut
11. Not Now John
12. Two Suns in the Sunset

Analysis of The Fletcher Memorial Home

Pink Floyd’s “The Fletcher Memorial Home” is a profound critique of political power and the disconnect it creates between leaders and the people they serve. The song from their album “The Final Cut” addresses themes of power, politics, isolation, and detachment. It challenges the behavior of powerful individuals, portraying them as overgrown infants acting in self-interest and detached from the realities of those they govern.

The song sarcastically invites various political figures to a fictional place, “The Fletcher Memorial Home,” symbolizing a repository for incurable tyrants and kings. It reflects on the dark periods in political history, reminding listeners of the enduring impact of actions by leaders like McCarthy and Nixon. This song serves as a reminder to question authority and demand accountability, critiquing how power can lead to corruption, isolation, and detachment