Film produceret af Sean Evans og Roger Waters
Musik produceret af Nigel Godrich
Udgivet November 2015
Har du set filmen? Har du oplevet koncerten?
Filmen blev vist i biografen 29. september 2015.
Det var en verdensomspændende event - hvis man da kan kalde en tur i biografen dét. Vi var mange Pink Floyd
/ Roger Waters fans over hele Danmark der var inde og se den. Der var nok også en del andre rundt omkring i verden.
Og så var der også dem der var inde og se den til den internationale filmfestival i Toronto 6. september 2014
Spørg mig ikke hvorfor der skulle gå over et år før den skulle komme ud til os andre og på DVD.
Coveret er ikke særligt informativt for en nørd som mig, men når man ser filmen, vil man
kunne se at koncerten er optaget flere stedet som så er klippet sammen. Måske ses det
tydeligst med børnene under Another Birck in the Wall part II. Det er flere forskellige
børneflokke.
Hvis man har tålmodigheden, kan man i rulleteksterne eller helt bagest i
CD coverets indlæg, se at koncerten er optaget mindst fire steder:
Québec
Manchester
Athen
Buenos Aires
Her kan det måske tilføjes at Québec havde den længeste mur under hele den mange år lange
turnee. På det tidspunkt havde koncerten hovedsagligt været spillet indendør på stadioner
med overdækning.
Og når vi nu taler Québec, så kan jeg nævne at CD'ens indlæg IKKE nævner
Québec med et ord. Det kunne man tolke som at lyden ikke kommer fra Québec, men kun billeder
i filmen. (Eller en simpel trykfejl.)
Ved kirkegården:
Roger Waters
Harry Waters - Hans søn. Født i 1976
India Waters - Hans datter. Født i 1978
Jack Fletcher Waters - Hans søn. Født 1997
Her lærer vi lidt mere nørdede så noget. Den grav de besøger er Rogers farfars der
hed "George Henry Waters". For det første så er Rogers fulde navn "George Roger Waters",
så Rogers far har villet give sin fars navn videre. Og hvordan var det med Roger og hans
far? Husker jeg ikke rigtigt hvis jeg siger at Eric Fletcher Waters døde i februar 1944?
Roger er født september 1943, så Roger var knap 6 måneder, da hans far døde. Eric
var 2 år da hans far blev dræbt i 1.verdenskrig. Vi kan trøste os med at Roger har
nået at se sine børn vokse op.
Jean Charles de Menezes:
(7. januar 1978 – 22. juli 2005) var en brasiliansk elektriker
som boede i Tulse Hill i det sydlige London. Menezes blev under foreløbig uafklarede
omstændigheder skudt og dræbt af britisk politi på Stockwell undergrundsstation
på Londons undergrundsbane. Menezes havde boet i England i tre år før han døde.
I første omgang blev Menezes sat i forbindelse med et mislykket terrorangreb i London
21. juli 2005; men det viste sig senere, at han var uskyldig. Der har foreløbig været
forvirrende og selvmodsigende oplysninger om årsagerne til, at han var under mistanke,
og om omstændighederne ved drabet.
Herudner finder du, som på de fleste af mine sider, teksterne. Jeg tror at de
er uden de store fejl. Jeg har taget dem fra "The Wall" og rettet til.
Og så er det tekster fra CD'en. Ikke at jeg er faldet over forskellen på de to
lydspor, men det vil være for omfattende, i første omgang, for mig
at skrive samtale-delen ned fra filmen. Måske en anden gang.
Og den lille del
på fransk efter "The Ballad Of Jean Charles Menezes". OK, måske er jeg ikke helt skarp i
det franske sprog. Så hvis du kan se og høre at det jeg har skrevet er forkert, må
du meget gerne kontakte mig, så jeg kan rette det til.
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So ya
Thought ya
Might like to go to the show.
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow.
Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes
You just have to claw your way through this disguise.
Momma loves her baby
And daddy loves you too.
And the sea may look warm to you baby
And the sky may look blue
But ooooh Babe
Ooooh baby blue
Oooooh babe.
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear-stained eyes
Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet.
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
As you claw the thin ice.
"Another Brick in the Wall Part 1" [4'09]
Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, what d'ya leave behind for me?!?
All in all it was just a brick in the wall.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
"The Happiest Days of our Lives" [1'28]
When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who would
Hurt the children in any way they could
By pouring their derision
Upon anything we did
And exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kid
But in the town, it was well known
When they got home at night, their fat and
Psychopathic wives would thrash them
Within inches of their lives.
"Another Brick in the Wall part 2" [3'46]
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher leave them kids alone
Hey! Teacher! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teacher! Leave us kids alone!
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
Just another blunder
Just another lousy call
Just another clap of thunder
And apologies ring hollow
From the guilty in Whitehall
And there's no hint of sorrow
in the whitewash on their walls
And nothing is gained
Nothing at all
And Jean Charles de Menezes remains
Just another brick in the wall
Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think they'll like this song?
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Oooh aah, Mother should I build a wall?
Mother should I run for president?
Mother should I trust the government?
Momma will they put me in the firing line?
ooh aah, this is just a waste of time.
Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.
Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true.
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you.
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She wont let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm.
Ooooh babe ooooh babe oooooh babe,
Of course mamma's gonna help build the wall.
Mama do you think she's good enough -- for me?
Mama do you think she's dangerous -- to me?
Mama will she tear your little boy apart?
Oooh aah, Mother will she break my heart?
Hush now baby, baby don't you cry.
Mama's gonna check out all your girl friends for you.
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through.
Mama's gonna wait up until you get in.
Mama will always find out where you've been.
Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean.
Ooooh babe oooh babe oooh babe,
You'll always be baby to me.
Mother, did it need to be so high?
Well thank You
Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
Did you
ever wonder why we had to run for shelter
when the promise of a brave new world
unfurled beneath the clear blue sky?
Did you see the frightened ones?
Did you hear the falling bombs?
The flames are all gone, but the pain lingers
on.
Goodbye, blue sky
Goodbye, blue sky.
Goodbye
Goodbye
What shall we use
To fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across this sea of faces,
in search of more and more applause?
"What Shall we do Now?" [1'31]
Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we
work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights
on?
Drop bombs?
Do tours of the East?
Contract diseases?
Bury bones?
Break up homes?
Send flowers by phone?
Take to drink?
Go to shrinks?
Give up meat?
Rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets?
Train dogs?
Race
rats?
Fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure?
Store up leisure?
But never relax at all?
with our backs to the wall??
backs to 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 woman in this desert land
Make me feel
like a real man?
Take this rock 'n' roll refugee
Oooh, babe set me free.
Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.
Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.
Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.
Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.
Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
And 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 T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
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?
Ooooh, babe
Don't leave me now.
Don't say it's the end of the road.
Remember the flowers I sent.
I need you, babe
To put through the shredder in front of my friends
Ooooh Babe.
Dont leave me now.
How could you go?
When you know how I need you
To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night
Ooooh Babe.
Don't leave me now.
How can you treat me this way?
Running away.
Oooh Babe.
Why are you running away?
Oooooh Babe!
Oooooh Babe!
Oooooh Babe!
Oooooh
"Another Brick in the Wall Part 3" [1'23]
I don't need no arms around me
And I don't need no drugs to calm me.
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Don't think I need anything at all.
No! Don't think I'll need anything at all.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall.
Instrumental
Goodbye cruel world,
I am leaving you today.
Goodbye,
Goodbye,
Goodbye.
And goodbye all you people,
There is nothing that you can say
To make me change my mind.
Goodbye.
Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me?
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me?
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me?
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone?
Open your heart, I'm coming home.
But it was only fantasy.
The wall was too high,
As you can see.
No matter how he tried,
He could not break free.
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you, out there on the road
always doing what you're told,
Can you help me?
Hey you, out there beyond the wall,
Breaking bottles in the hall,
Can you help me?
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.
"Is There Anybody Out There?" [2'42]
Is there anybody out there?
Got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got them swollen hand blues.
I got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.
Got electric light.
And I've got second sight.
Got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home.
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm.
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers.
Got a silver spoon on a chain.
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I've got wild staring eyes.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I got nowhere to fly to.
Ooooh, Babe when I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home.
I've got a pair of Gohill's Boots
and I got fading roots.
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 in here
Feel the way I do?
"Bring the Boys Back Home" [1'55]
Bring the boys back home.
Bring the boys back home.
Don't leave the children on their own, no, no.
Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don't leave the children on their own, no, no.
Bring the boys back home
Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now,
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease the pain
Get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I'll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
Can you show me where it hurts?
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons.
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.
I have become comfortably numb.
O.K.
Just a little pin prick.
There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good.
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go.
There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown,
The dream is gone.
.. I have become comfortably numb
Ooooh Ma, Oooh Pa
Must the show go on?
Ooooh Ma take me home
Ooooh Pa let me go
Do I have to stand up wildeyed in the spotlight
What a nightmare
why don't I turn and run?
Turn and run..
Ooooh Ma take me home
Ooooh Pa let me go
It was just a mistake
I didn't mean to let them take away my soul.
Am I too old, is it too late?
Ooooh Ma, Ooooh Pa,
Where has the feeling gone?
Ooooh Ma, Ooooh Pa,
Will I remember the songs?
Oooh aaah
The show must go on.
So ya
Thought ya
Might like to
Go to the show.
To feel the warm thrill of confusion,
That space cadet glow.
I've got some bad news for you sunshine,
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel
And they've sent us along as a surrogate band
We're gonna find out where you fans really stand.
Are there any queers in the theater tonight?
Get them up against the wall!
Get that one
There's one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me,
Get him up against the wall!
Get up
That one looks Jewish!
And that one's a coon!
Who let all of this riff-raff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint,
And that one's got spots!
If I had my way,
I'd have all of you shot!
You!
You
It only takes one
and You
Are there any paranoids, in the stadium tonight?
This is for you
It's called Run Like Hell
We shall clap
Louder
Follow me
That's better
All together now
Enjoy yourselves
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better make your face up in your favorite disguise.
With your button down lips and your roller blind eyes.
With your empty smile and your hungry heart.
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past.
With your nerves in tatters
When the conch shell shatters
And the hammers batter down your door.
You better run.
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better run all day and run all night.
Keep your dirty feeling deep inside.
And if you're taking your girl friend out tonight
You better park the car well out of sight.
Cause if they catch you in the back seat trying to pick her locks,
They're gonna send you back to mother in a cardboard box.
You better run
"Waiting for the Worms" [4'01]
Ooooh, you cannot reach me now
Ooooh, no matter how you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it's over
Walk on by.
Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come.
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come.
Waiting to cut out the deadwood.
Waiting to clean up the city.
Waiting to follow the worms.
Waiting to put on a black shirt.
Waiting to weed out the weaklings.
Waiting to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors.
Waiting for the final solution to strengthen the strain.
Waiting to follow the worms.
Waiting to turn on the showers and fire the ovens.
Waiting for the queers and the coons and the reds and the jews.
Waiting to follow the worms.
Would you like to see Britannia Rule again, my friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms.
Would you like to send our colored cousins home again, my friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms.
Stop!
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform and leave the show.
and I'm waiting in this cell because I have to know.
Have I been guilty all this time?
"The Trial" [6'31] (Waters, Bob Ezrin)
Good morning, Worm your honor.
The crown will plainly show the prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature;
This will not do.
Call the schoolmaster!
I always said he'd come to no good in the end your honor.
If they'd let me have my way I could have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied,
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder.
Let me hammer him today
Crazy,
Toys in the attic I am crazy,
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken my marbles away.
Crazy, toys in the attic he is crazy.
Call the defendents wife
You little shit you're in it now,
I hope they throw away the key.
You should have talked with me more often than you did, but no!
You 'ad to go Your own way, 'ave you broken any 'omes up lately?
Just five minutes, Worm your 'onor,
'im and Me, alone.
Baaaaaaaaaabe!
Come to mother baby, let me hold you in my arms.
M'lud I never wanted him to get in any trouble.
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm, your honor, let me take him home.
Crazy,
Over the rainbow, I am crazy,
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall
when I came in.
Crazy, over the rainbow, he is crazy.
The evidence before the court is incontrovertible
There's no need for the jury to retire.
In all my years of judging I have never heard before
of someone more deserving of the full penalties of law.
The way you made them suffer
Your exquisite wife and mother,
Fills me with the urge to defecate!
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.
Tear down the fucking wall!
All alone, or in two's,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
Some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall, after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.
This is a big thank you
from Graham Broad
Jon Carin
Harry Waters
G.E. Smith
Robby Wyckoff
Kipp Lennon
Marky Lennon
Uncle Pat Lennon
Sgt. Jon Joyce
Snowy White
And Dave Kilminster
And from me muchos gracias
Thank you
Thank You!
