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The Dark Side Of The Moon Redux
Roger Waters
Producido por Roger Water y Gus Seyffert
The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime You shuffle in the gloom of the sick room And talk to yourself as you die For life is a short, warm moment And death is a long, cold rest You get your chance to try In the twinkling of an eye Eighty years, with luck, or even less So all aboard for the American tour And maybe you'll make it to the top But mind how you go And I can tell you 'cause I know You may find it hard to get off Escrita por Nick Mason | Artistas Roger Waters Voz Principal Gus Seyffert Bajo Jonathan Wilson Guitarra Acústica Joey Waronker Batería Johnny Shepherd Órgano Composición Richard Wright Compositor Producción & Ingeniería Roger Waters Productor Gus Seyffert Productor |
You are the angel of death And I am the dead man's son He was buried like a mole in a foxhole And everyone's still on the run Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be afraid to care Leave, but don't leave me Look around and choose your own ground For long you live, and high you fly 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 Only if you ride the tide And balanced on the biggest wave You race towards and early grave Escrita por David Gilmour, Richard Wright y Roger Waterss | Artistas Roger Waters Voz Principal Gus Seyffert Bajo Jonathan Wilson Guitarra Acústica Jon Carin Batería Via Mardot Themerin Composición Roger Waters Escritor David Gilmour Escritor Richard Wright Compositor Producción & Ingeniería Roger Waters Productor Gus Seyffert Productor |
Today, I awoke from a dream It was a revelation Almost Patmosian, whatever that means But that's evidently another story It began with some standard bullshit fight with evil In this case, an apparently all-powerful hooded and cloaked figure We fled Yes, we I was not alone But there's no escape You're on the tee, but there's nowhere to tee the ball up You're trying to pack, but the chaos is too great You can't remember where you parked the car The birds come over, but the gun falls apart The train is late, or it doesn't stop Your hands are too big , the world is too small You don't mean to plunge the knife under the waiter's ribs But somehow you do You push on the footbrake as hard as you can But the car keeps rolling slowly forwards onto the track Or backwards over the cliff Well, it wasn't one of those It was the final showdown The final confrontation between good and evil He caught up the wraith He was too strong, too strong to defeat in hand-to-hand We tried everything It all boiled down and expanded out and up Into a sort of pilot wings video game over a circus site Guy Laliberté gone mad Canvas and people towering smoke arches And juggling capsules and catching knives And teamwork and comrades And it was complicated and exhausting But we won the day We stood, exhausted but triumphant Smiling at one another Clasping forearms and hugging like bad Shakespearean actors But then we looked up and around They were gathering anew above us Darkening the sky Hordes and hordes Too many to count Poised to attack Overwhelming odds Against we happy few We band of brothers We were prepared to die Almost relieved to have given our all When just out of sight, to my right Just beyond the periphery of my vision Like a raging bonfire in a high wind, someone spoke A voice, like Atticus Finch Begone! The fire forward oblique voice ordained It booked no rebuttal The hordes dissolved And all around the circus tents Open saloon cars full of bad guys Milled around to make their escape Skidding in the mud But there was nowhere to run It was over Escrito por David Gilmour y Roger Waters | Artistas Roger Waters Voz Principal Gus Seyffert Bajo Jonathan Wilson Guitarra Acústica Gabe Noel Violín Joey Waronker Batería Composición Roger Waters Compositor David Gilmour Compositor Producción & Ingeniería Roger Waters Productor Gus Seyffert Productor |
The voice had been there all along Hidden in the stones in the rivers Hidden in all the books Hidden in plain sight It was the voice of reason Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown Waiting for someone or something to show you the way Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain You are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today And then one day you find ten years have got behind you No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun You run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking And racing around to come up behind you again The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older Shorter of breath and one day closer to death Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way The time is gone, the song is over Thought I'd something more to say Home, home again I like to be here when I can And when I come home cold and tired It's good to warm my bones beside the fire And far away across the fields The tolling of the iron bell Calls the faithful to their knees To hear the softly spoken magic spells Escrita por Nick Mason, Richard Wright, David Gilmour y Roger Waters | Artistas Roger Waters Voz Principal Gus Seyffert Bajo Jonathan Wilson Guitarra Acústica Jon Carin Piano Via Mardot Themerin Composición Roger Waters Escritor Nick Mason Escritor David Gilmour Escritor Richard Wright Compositor Producción & Ingeniería Roger Waters Productor Gus Seyffert Productor |
Dear Mr. Waters Don asked me to let you know that he is in hospital now And has been diagnosed with a cancer in his sinus He also asked me to tell everyone that he is not answering any letters Best to you Don's assistant, Kendel And then I wrote to Kendel Dear Kendel The other night in Zagreb At the end of the show When I sometimes wax political I suddenly found myself telling ten thousand Croats Don's One Road story I had no idea if they would get it When I got to the line "There is only one road in Yugoslavia" They burst into loud and genuine lahter I told them the rest of the story in brief, including Kirby's cancer, and reached the end There is only one road I stayed in touch with Kendel She lived a couple hundred yards down the road from the farm house Somehow Don's plan of the Eagle Farm to stay in the family Never worked out and it went on the market Eventually, an estate sale was organized and Kendel kept me informed It's a long drive It was still light when we got there So we went to the farm and sat on the porch And chattered to a few people who were gathered there Some ladies intent on protecting Don's legacy Determined to at least buy his red chair And some other important stuff I told Kendel that if it was okay with the estate I would like a couple of bale hooks and some baling twine from the barn She organized that Thank you, sweet Kendel Tears burn my eyes, my new old friend My bale hooks and twine arrived a few months later With a color photograph of Don with Kendel They live Hooks, twine, and pic Slap-bang in the middle of some beautiful shelves we have on the landing In pride of place alongside some mummified dragonflies And old robin's eggs Treasured Forever catching the rays of the dying sun At that gin rummy time of the afternoon that I love Well, R.I.P. Donald Hall And now I've arrived at the bit I was looking for The Crossroads Escrita por Clare Torry y Richard Wright | Artistas Roger Waters Voz Principal Gus Seyffert Bajo Gabe Noel Violín Joey Waronker Batería Azniv Korkejian Voces de fondo Robert Walter Piano Composición Richard Wright Compositor Clare Torry Compositora y escritora Producción & Ingeniería Roger Waters Productor Gus Seyffert Productor |
Money Get away Get a good job with more pay and you're okay Money It's a gas Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash New car, caviar, four-star daydream Think I'll buy me a football team Money Get back I'm all right, Jack Keep your hands off of my stack Money Well, it's a hit Don't give me that do-goody-good bullshit I'm in the high-fidelity first-class traveling set Think I need a Lear jet A Lear jet, hmmm Welcome to Hell I'm sorry, I'll read that again Welcome to Rooftops I'm sorry, I'll read that again Welcome to the Starlight Room I'm sorry, I'll read that again Welcome to The Underworld And now for tonight's main event The Heavyweight Close-swaddled in the cloying folds of fat The Heavyweight swats Freak-fearful on his stool And through toad lids He swings his vision of the world The grey parade of waiters trade His retinue, of course Seconds, thirds, and fourths Cling, tick-like, to his skin The bell sounds in the corner of the ring A fresh contender for his crown Puts out his pale hand to shake Before the bout The champion blinks His sticky tongue swallowing greed With cobra speed snakes out It's lights out for the kid His grace and wit in that split second Plucked, sucked, disolved Reduced to petty bulk Digested Shit The champ Well satisfied Adjusts his sumo backside on the sool Draws round his cloak Breaks wind Out loud The crowd howls its approval But In the shadow of the ring With cloven hoof and crooked grin The Devil pats the briefcase that holds the Faustian pact He smiles Enjoys his little joke Because he knows the champion's cloak Is but a shroud in fact Money It's a crime Share it fairly, but don't take a slice of my pie Money So they say Is the root of all evil today But if you ask for a rise It's no surprise they're giving none away Away Giving none away Giving none away (How much ya givin' away?) Uh.... none Nuffin' Escrita por Roger Waters | Artistas Roger Waters Voz Principal Gus Seyffert Bajo Jonathan Wilson Guitarra Acústica Via Mardot Themerin Gabe Noel Violín Composición Roger Waters Escritor Producción & Ingeniería Roger Waters Productor Gus Seyffert Productor |
Us And Them And after all we're only ordinary men Me And you God only knows it's not what we would choose to do "Forward!" he cried from the rear And the front rank died The general sat And the lines on the map Moved from side to side Black And blue And who knows which is which and who is who Up And down And in the end it's only round and round and round and round "Haven't you heard it's a battle of words?" The poster bearer cried "Listen, son", said the man with the gun "There's room for you inside" Down And out It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about With Without And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about Out of the way It's a busy day And I've got things on my mind For want of the price of tea and a slice The old man died Escrita por Richard Wright y Roger Waters | Artistas Roger Waters Voz Principal Gus Seyffert Bajo Jonathan Wilson Guitarra Acústica Jon Carin Piano Via Mardot Themerin Composición Roger Waters Escritor Richard Wright Compositor Producción & Ingeniería Roger Waters Productor Gus Seyffert Productor |
It's hard to understand Bombarded as we are by hard words Like molecules In an electron microscope Battered from pillar to post Trade Men in suits Tactics and strategy Barter in the time of love Soft skin A CAT scan slice of life A flag Any color you like Blue and yellow Pink Red Black Rainbow Yeah, rainbow Escrita por David Gilmour, Nick Mason y Richard Wright | Artistas Roger Waters Voz Principal y Bajo Gus Seyffert Bajo Jonathan Wilson Guitarra Acústica Jon Carin Piano Via Mardot Themerin Composición David Gilmour Compositor Nick Mason Compositor Richard Wright Compositor Producción & Ingeniería Roger Waters Productor Gus Seyffert Productor |
Why don't we rerecord Dark Side of the Moon? He's gone mad The lunatic is on the grass The lunatic is on the grass Remembering games And daisy chains and laughs Got to keep the loonies on the path The lunatic is in the hall The lunatics are in my hall The paper holds their folded faces to the floor And every day the paper boy brings more And if the dam breaks open many years too soon And if there is no room upon the hill And if your head explodes With dark forebodings too I'll see you on the dark side off the moon The lunatic is in my head The lunatic is in my head You raise the blade You make the cahnge You rearrange me till I'm sane You lock the door And throw away the key And there's someone in my head But it's not me And if the cloud bursts Thunder in your ear You shout and no one seems to hear And if the band you're in Starts playing different tunes I'll see you on the dark side of the moon Escrito por Roger Waters | Artistas Roger Waters Voz Principal Gus Seyffert Bajo Jon Carin Guitarra Eléctrica Via Mardot Themerin Gabe Noel Violín Composición Roger Waters Escritor Producción & Ingeniería Roger Waters Productor Gus Seyffert Productor |
All that you touch And all that you see All that you taste And all you feel All that you love And all that you hate All you distrust And all you save All that you give And all that you deal All that you buy, beg, borrow, or steal And all you create And all you destroy And all that you do And all that you say All that you eat And everyone you meet All that you slight And everyone you fight All that is now And all that is gone All that's to come And everything under the sun is in tune But the sun is eclipsed by the moon I'll tell you one thing, Jerry Me old mucker It's not all dark, is it? Escrito por Roger Waters | Artistas Roger Waters Voz Principal Gus Seyffert Bajo Jon Carin Guitarra Eléctrica Via Mardot Themerin Gabe Noel Violín Composición Roger Waters Escritor Producción & Ingeniería Roger Waters Productor Gus Seyffert Productor |
6 Octubre 2023
10 canciones, 47 minutos 51 segundos
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