Amused To Death - Roger Waters

Publicación: 7 de septiembre, 1992.

Productores: Patrick Leonard y Roger Waters.
Co-producido y grabado por: Nick Griffiths.
Grabación: 1988–1992.
Estudios: The Billiard Room, Olympic Studios, CTS Studios, Angel Studios, Abbey Road Studios, Londres; Compass Point Studios, Nassau; Devonshire Studios, Ameraycan Studios, Evergreen Recording, Johnny Yuma Recording, Los Angeles.
Ingenieros de grabación: Hayden Bendall, Jerry Jordan, Stephen McLaughlan.
Asistentes: Mike Bosley, Andy Bradfield, Chris Brown, Brian Burrows, Ross Donaldson, Steve Heinke, John Lowson, Marc Moreau, Dary Sulich, Roy Sweeting, Jeremy Wheatley.
Mezcla: James Guthrie.
Asistente de mezcla: Sean O'Dwyer.
Estudio de mezcla: Devonshire Audio & Visual Studios, Burbank.
Masterizado: Doug Sax & Ron Lewter.
En: Mastering Lab, Los Angeles, California.
Grabado en QSound.
Discográfica U.K: Columbia Records.
N° de catalogo: 468761 2.
Director creativo: Christopher Austopehuk.
Dirección de arte: Mark Burdett.
Coordinación de arte: Paul M. Martin.
Fotografía de portada: Tony Kaye.
Fotografía adicional: Richard Haughton.
El gorila aparece por cortesia de Howletts & Port Lympne Foundation.

Management: Mark Fenwick.

Agradecientos especiales:
The late Tom Bromley, Rick Chertoff, Flea, Don Ienner, Tony Kaye, Andrew Locke, Andy & Lynn Quiqley, Tony Russell, Suzanne Taylor, Michael y al staff del Sunset Marquis.

Dedicado al soldado raso William Hubbard (1888-1917), Octavo Batallón de Fusileros Reales, Regimiento de la Ciudad de Londres.

Tracks:

Disco 1.

Lado A.

01 The Ballad Of Bill Hubbard.
(Waters)   4:19
02 What God Wants, part I.
(Waters)   6:01
03 Perfect Sense, part I.
(Waters)   4:16
04 Perfect Sense, part II.
(Waters)   2:50

Lado B.

05 The Bravery of Being Out of Range.
(Waters)   4:43
06 Late Home Tonight, part I.
(Waters)   4:00
07 Late Home Tonight, part II.
(Waters)   2:13
08 Too Much Rope.
(Waters)   5:47
09 What God Wants, part II.
(Waters)   3:42

Disco 2.

Lado C.

10 What God Wants, part III.
(Waters)   4:08
11 Watching TV.
(Waters)   6:08
12 Three Wishes.
(Waters)   6:50

Lado D.

13 It's a Miracle.
(Waters)   8:30
14 Amused to Death.
(Waters)   9:07

Tiempo total: 72:45 minutos.

Singles:

1992 What God Wants, Part I (Video Edit) / What God Wants, Part I (Album Version).
Publicación: 24 de agosto.

1992 The Bravery of Being Out of Range.
Promo.

1992 Three Wishes.
Promo.

Vinyl Long Play - Edición Holanda:

Discográfica: Columbia Records.

N° de catalogo: 468761 0.

Portada.

Contraportada y sticker.

Contraportada y portada.

Funda interior.

Disco 1, lado A.

Disco 1, lado B.

Etiquetas disco 1, lados A y B.

Disco 2, lado C.

Disco 2, lado D.

Etiquetas disco 2,lados C y D.

Booklet.

Booklet.

Booklet.

Booklet.

Booklet.

Booklet.

Booklet.

Booklet.

Limited Edition 2 Album Vinyl Set Mastered Direct

To Lacquer From Original Analogue Tapes

Sticker de contraportada.

Roger Waters:

Voz, bajo, sintetizadores, guitarra.

Músicos:

Patrick Leonard - Teclados, programación de percusión, arreglos corales, voz, piano acústico, órgano Hammond, sintetizadores.

Jeff Beck - Guitarra.

Geoff Whitehorn - Guitarra.

Andy Fairweather Low - Guitarra, voz.

Tim Pierce - Guitarra.

B.J. Cole - Guitarra.

Steve Lukather - Guitarra.

Rick DiFonso - Guitarra.

Bruce Gaitsch - Guitarra.

Randy Jackson - Bajo.

James Johnson - Bajo.

John Pierce - Bajo.

John Patitucci - Bajo.

Graham Broad - Batería, percusión.

Denny Fongheiser - Batería.

Jeff Porcaro - Batería.

Luis Conte - Percusión.

Brian Macleod - Caja, hi-hat.

John "Rabbit" Bundrick - Órgano Hammond.

Guo Yi & the Peking Brothers - Dulcimer, lute, zhen, oboe, bajo.

Steve Sidwell - Corneta.

Alfred "Alf" Razzell - Voz hablada.

Marv Albert, Katie Kissoon, Doreen Chanter, N'Dea Davenport, Natalie Jackson, P.P. Arnold,

Lynn Fiddmont-Linsey, Jessica Leonard, Jordan Leonard, Don Henley, Jon Joyce, Stan Laurel, Jim Haas, Rita Coolidge - Voz.

Letras:

The Ballad Of Bill Hubbard.

(Waters)

Alf Razzell: "Two things that have haunted me most are the days when I had to collect the paybooks; and when I left Bill Hubbard in no-man's-land.

"I was picked up and taken into their trench. And I'd no sooner taken two or three steps down the trench when I heard a call, 'Hello Razz, I'm glad to see you. This is my second night here,' and he said 'I'm feeling bad,' and it was Bill Hubbard, one of the men we'd trained in England, one of the original battalion. I had a look at his wound, rolled him over; I could see it was probably a fatal wound. You could imagine what pain he was in, he was dripping with sweat; and after I'd gone about three shellholes, traversed that, had it been...had there been a path or a road I could have done better. He pummelled me, 'Put me down, put me down, I'd rather die, I'd rather die, put me down.' I was hoping he would faint. He said 'I can't go any further, let me die.' I said 'If I leave you here Bill you won't be found, let's have another go.' He said 'All right then.' And the same thing happened; he couldn't stand it any more, and I had to leave him there, in no-man's-land."

Joven: "I don't mind about the war, that's one of the things I like to watch, if it's a war going on, 'cause then I know if our side's winning, if our side's losing..."

Instrumental.

Jeff Beck -Guitarra.

Patrick Leonard - Teclados, percusión programada.

Luis Conte - Percusión.

What God Wants, Part I.

(Waters)

What God wants God gets God help us all

What God wants God gets

The kid in the corner looked at the priest

And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar

The priest said

God wants goodness

God wants light

God wants mayhem

God wants a clean fight

What God wants God gets

Don't look so surprised

It's only dogma

The alien prophet cried

The beetle and the springbok

Took the Bible from its hook

The monkey in the corner

Wrote the lesson in his book

What God wants God gets God help us all

God wants peace

God wants war

God wants famine

God wants chain stores

What God wants God gets

God wants sedition

God wants sex

God wants freedom

God wants semtex

What God wants God gets

Don't look so surprised

I'm only joking

The alien comic cried

The jackass and hyena

Took the feather from its hook

The monkey in the corner

Wrote the joke down in his book

What God wants God gets

God wants boarders

God wants crack

God wants rainfall

God wants wetbacks

What God wants God gets

God wants voodoo

God wants shrines

God wants law

God wants organised crime

God wants crusade

God wants jihad

God wants good

God wants bad

What God wants God gets.

Roger Waters - Voz, bajo, sintetizador EMU.

Jeff Beck -Solo de guitarra.

Patrick Leonard -Teclados, arreglo de coros.

Andy Fairweather Low - Guitarras eléctricas y acústica.

Geoff Whitehorn - Guitarra arpegio.

Tim Pierce -Guitarras.

Randy Jackson -Bajo.

Graham Broad - Batería.

Katie Kissoon, Doreen Chanter, N'Dea Davenport, Natalie Jackson, London Welsh Chorale conducido por Kenneth Bowen - Coros.

Perfect Sense, Part I.

(Waters)

Mensaje oculto en reversa: "In the light and visions of the issues of Stanley, we have changed our minds. We have decided to include a backwards message, Stanley, for you and all the other book-burners."

The monkey sat on a pile of stones

And stared at the broken bone in his hand

And the stains of a Viennese quartet

Rang out across the land

The monkey looked up at the stars

And thought to himself

Memory is a stranger

History is for fools

And he cleaned his hands

In a pool of holy writing

Turned his back on the garden

And set out for the nearest town

Hold on hold on soldier

When you add it all up

The tears and the marrowbone

There's an ounce of gold

And an ounce of pride in each ledger

And the Germans killed the Jews

And the Jews killed the Arabs

And the Arabs killed the hostages

And that is the news

And is it any wonder

That the monkey's confused

He said Mama Mama

The President's a fool

Why do I have to keep reading

These technical manuals

And the joint chiefs of staff

And the brokers on Wall Street said

Don't make us laugh

You're a smart kid

Time is linear

Memory is a stranger

History is for fools

Man is a tool in the hands

Of the great God Almighty

And they gave him command

Of a nuclear submarine

And sent him back in search of

The Garden of Eden.

Perfect Sense, Part II.

(Waters)

Can't you see

It all makes perfect sense

Expressed in dollars and cents

Pounds shillings and pence

Can't you see

It all makes perfect sense

Little black soul departs in perfect focus

Prime time fodder for the News at Nine

Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight

Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert

And welcome to our telecast

Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium

It's a beautiful day

And today we expect a sensational matchup

But first our global anthem

Can't you see

It all makes perfect sense

Expressed in dollars and cents

Pounds shillings and pence

Can't you see

It all makes perfect sense

And here come the players

As I speak to you now the captain

Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig

It looks to me like he's going to attack

By the way did you know that a submarine

Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year

Oh that's less tax Marv yeah less tax

Uh thank you Emery you're welcome

Now back to the game he fires one yes

There goes two both fish are running

The rig is going into a prevent defense

Will they make it I don't think so

Can't you see

It all makes perfect sense

Expressed in dollars and cents

Pounds shillings and pence

Can't you see

It all makes perfect sense.

Partes I & II:

Roger Waters - Voz.

P.P. Arnold - Voz.

Marv Albert - Comentarista deportivo (voz de la NBA).

Patrick Leonard -Teclados, 2° locutor.

B.J. Cole - Guitarra pedal steel guitar.

Steve Lukather - Guitarra.

Rick DiFonzo - Guitarra.

Bruce Gaitsch - Guitarra acústica.

James Johnson - Bajo.

Graham Broad - batería.

Luis Conte - Percusión.

Snare, hi hat - Brian Macleod

John Dupree - Arreglos y conducción de cuerdas.

The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range.

(Waters)

You have a natural tendency

To squeeze off a shot

You're good fun at parties

You wear the right masks

You're old but you still

Like a laugh in the locker room

You can't abide change

You're at home on the range

You opened your suitcase

Behind the old workings

To show off the magnum

You deafened the canyon

A comfort a friend

Only upstaged in the end

By the Uzi machine gun

Does the recoil remind you

Remind you of sex

Old man what the hell you gonna kill next

Old timer who you gonna kill next

I looked over Jordan and what did I see

Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris

I swam in your pools

And lay under your palm trees

I looked in the eyes of the Indian

Who lay on the Federal Building steps

And through the range finder over the hill

I saw the front line boys popping their pills

Sick of the mess they find

On their desert stage

And the bravery of being out of range

Yeah the question is vexed

Old man what the hell you gonna kill next

Old timer who you gonna kill next

Hey bartender over here

Two more shots

And two more beers

Sir turn up the TV sound

The war has started on the ground

Just love those laser guided bombs

They're really great

For righting wrongs

You hit the target

And win the game

From bars 3,000 miles away

3,000 miles away

We play the game

With the bravery of being out of range

We zap and maim

With the bravery of being out of range

We strafe the train

With the bravery of being out of range

We gain terrain

With the bravery of being out of range

With the bravery of being out of range

We play the game

With the bravery of being out of range.

Roger Waters - Voz, guitarra de 12 cuerdas.

Patrick Leonard - Órgano Hammond, sintetizador.

Tim Pierce - Guitarra.

John Pierce - Bajo.

Denny Fongheiser - Batería.

Natalie Jackson, Lynn Fiddmont-Linsey - Coros.

Late Home Tonight, Part I.

(Waters)

Standing at the window

A farmer's wife in Oxfordshire

Glances at the clock it's nearly time for tea

She doesn't see

The phantom in the hedgerow dip its wings

Doesn't hear the engine sing

But in the cockpit's techno glow

Behind the Ray Ban(R) shine

The kid from Cleveland

In the comfort of routine

Scans his dials and smiles

Secure in the beauty of military life

There is no right or wrong

Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs

And blue skies and flight flight flight

The beauty of military life

No questions only orders and flight only flight

What a beautiful sight in his wild blue dream

The eternal child leafs through his

War magazine

And his kind Uncle Sam feeds ten trillion in

Change into the total entertainment

Combat video game

And up here in the stands

The fans are goin' wild

The cheerleaders flip

When you wiggle your hip

And we all like the bit when you take

The jeans from the refrigerator and

Then the bad guy gets hit

And were you struck by the satisfying

Way the swimsuit sticks to her skin

Like BB gun days

When knives pierce autumn leaves

But that's okay see the children bleed

It'll look great on the TV

And in Tripoli another ordinary wife

Stares at the dripping her old man hadn't

Time to fix

Too busy mixing politics and rhythm

In the street below.

Late Home Tonight, Part II.

(Waters)

Hark the wire service sing

Clear the satellite link

Check the fax machine

Hold the lead story boys

There's some great pictures coming in

Now the pilot's heartbeat slows

Palms dry out

No questions only orders

And the F-1 glides in nose-up

Through the cloudbase and the

Ground crew cheers as he puts down

His landing gear

Hey boy you're a hero take this cigar

Back home in Cleveland

All the papers and local TV stations

Will be calling your ma

And the farmer's wife

Shoos the cat off the chair

She says sit down my dear

Was the milking all right

Our American friends are late home tonight.

Partes I & II:

Roger Waters - Voz.

Andy Fairweather Low - Guitarras, coros.

James Johnson - Bajo.

Graham Broad - Batería, percusión.

Luis Conte - Percusión.

Steve Sidwell - Corneta.

Nation Philharmonic Orchestra Limited.

Michael Kamen - Conducción y arreglos.

Too Much Rope.

(Waters)

When the sleigh is heavy

And the timber wolves are getting bold

You look at you companions

And test the water of their friendship

With your toe

They significantly edge

Closer to the gold

Each man has his price Bob

And yours was pretty low

History is short the sun is just a minor star

The poor man sells his kidneys

In some colonial bazaar

Que sera sera

Is that your new Ferrari car

Nice but I think I'll wait for the F50

You don't have to be a Jew

To disapprove of murder

Tears burn our eyes

Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope

Preacher or poet who was it wrote

Give any one species too much rope

And they'll fuck it up

And last night on TV

A Vietnam vet

Takes his beard and his pain

And his alienation twenty years

Back to Asia again

Sees the monsters they made

In formaldehyde floating 'round

Meets a gook on a bike

A good little tyke

A nice enough guy

With the same soldier's eyes

Tears burn my eyes

What does it mean

This tearjerking scene

Beamed into my home

That it moves me so much

Why all the fuss

It's only two humans being

It's only two humans being

Tears burn my eyes

What does it mean

This tender TV

This tearjerking scene

Beamed into my home

You don't have to be a Jew

To disapprove of murder

Tears burn in our eyes

Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope

Preacher or poet who was it wrote

Give any one species too much rope

And they'll fuck it up.

Roger Waters - Voz.

Patrick Leonard - Teclados.

Andy Fairweather Low -  Guitarra Rickenbacker 12 cuerdas, con plumilla.

Guitars - Geoff Whitehorn - Guitarras.

Additional Guitar - Steve Lukather - Guitarra adicional.

Bass - James Johnson - bajo.

Drums - Graham Broad - Batería.

Percussion - Luis Conte - Percusión.

Katie Kissoon, Doreen Chanter - Coros.

Jessica y Jordan Leonard - Niños gritando.

National Philharmonic Orchestra Limited.

Michael Kamen - Arreglos y conducción.

What God Wants, Part II

(Waters)

Do you believe in a better day

Do you have faith in a golden way

If you do then we must come together this day

Come together as one united

Television audience

Brought together by the sound of my voice

United united financially united socially

United spiritually and all possible ways

Through the power of money

And the power of prayers

What God wants God gets God help us all

God wants dollars

God wants cents

God wants pounds shillings and pence

God wants guilders

God wants Kroner

God wants Swiss francs

God wants French francs

Oui il veut des francs francais

God wants escudos

God wants pesetas

Don't send lira

God don't want small potatoes

God wants small towns

God wants pain

God wants clean up rock campaigns

God wants windows

God wants solutions

God wants TV

God wants contributions

What God wants God gets God help us all

God wants silver

God wants gold

God wants his secret

Never to be told

God wants gigolos

God wants giraffes

God wants politics

God wants a good laugh

What God wants God gets God help us all

God wants friendship

God wants fame

God wants credit

God wants blame

God wants poverty

God wants wealth

God wants insurance

God wants to cover himself

What God wants God gets God help us all.

Roger Waters - Voz.

Charles Fleischer - Evangelista de la T.V

Keyboards - Patrick Leonard - Teclados.

Lead Guitar - Tim Pierce - Guitarra.

Andy Fairweather Low - Guitarras eléctrica y acústica.

Randy Jackson - Bajo.

Graham Broad - Bateria.

Katie Kisson, Doreen Chanter - Coros.

What God Wants, Part III.

(Waters)

Don't be afraid it's only business

The alien prophet sighed

The vulture and the magpie took

The cash box from its hook

The monkey in the corner wrote

The figures in his book

Crazed the checkout lady's fingers

Flash across the till

The captain posts

The menu for the day

And in banks across the world

Christians Moslems Hindus Jews

And people of every

Race creed colour tint or hue

Get down on their knees and pray

The raccoon and the groundhog

Neatly make up bags of change

But the monkey in the corner

Well he's slowly drifting out of range

Christ it's freezing inside

The veteran cries

The hyenas break cover

And stream through the meadow

And the fog rolls in

Though his bottle of gin

So he picks up a stone

That looks like a bone

And the bullets fly

And the rivers run dry

And the fat girls sigh

And the network anchor persons lie

And the soldier's alone

In the video zone

But the monkey's not watching

He's slipped out to the kitchen

To pile the dishes

And answer the phone.

Roger Waters - Voz.

Patrick Leonard - Teclados, arreglos del coro.

Jeff Beck - Solo de guitarra.

Geoff Whitehorn - Guitarra.

James Johnson - Bajo.

Drums - Graham Broad - Batería.

Luis Conte - Percusión.

London Welsh Chorale - Coros.

Kenneth Bowen - Conducción.

Nation Philharmonic Orchestra Limited.

Michael Kamen - Arreglos y conducción.

Watching TV.

(Waters)

We were been watching

In Tiananmen Square

Lost my baby there

My yellow rose

In her bloodstained clothes

She was a short order pastry chef

In a Dim Sum dive on the Yangtze tideway

She had shiny hair

She was the daughter of an engineer

Won't you shed a tear

For my yellow rose

My yellow rose

In her bloodstained clothes

She had perfect breasts

She had high hopes

She had almond eyes

She had yellow thighs

She was a student of philosophy

Won't you grieve with me

For my yellow rose

Shed a tear

For her bloodstained clothes

She had shiny hair

She had perfect breasts

She had high hopes

She had almond eyes

She had yellow thighs

She was the daughter of an engineer

So get out your pistols

Get out your stones

Get out your knives

Cut them to the bone

They are the lackeys of the grocer's machine

They built the dark satanic mills

That manufacture hell on earth

They bought the front row seats on Calvary

They are irrelevant to me

But I grieve for my sister

People of China

Do not forget do not forget

The children who died for you

Long live the Republic

Did we do anything after this

I've a feeling we did

We were watching TV

Watching TV

We were watching TV

Watching TV

She wore a white bandanna that said

Freedom now

She thought the Great Wall of China

Would come tumbling down

She was a student

Her father was an engineer

Won't you shed a tear

For my yellow rose

My yellow rose

In her bloodstained clothes

Her grandpa fought old Chiang Kai-shek

That no-good low-down dirty rat

Who used to order his troops

To fire on the women and children

Imagine that imagine that

And in the spring of '48

Mao Tse-tung got quite irate

And he kicked that old dictator Chiang

Out of the state of China

Chiang Kai-shek came down in Formosa

And they armed the island of Quemoy

And the shells were flying across the China Sea

And they turned Formosa into a shoe factory

Called Taiwan

And she is different from Cro-Magnon man

She's different from Anne Boleyn

She is different from the Rosenbergs

And from the unknown Jew

She is different from the unknown Nicaraguan

Half superstar half victim

She's a victor star conceptually new

And she is different from the Dodo

And from the Kankanbono

She is different from the Aztec

And from the Cherokee

She's everybody's sister

She's symbolic of our failure

She's the one in fifty million

Who can help us to be free

Because she died on TV

And I grieve for my sister.

Roger Waters - Voz, guitarra acústica.

Don Henley - Voz.

Patrick Leonard - Piano acústico.

Jeff Beck - Guitarra eléctrica.

Andy Fairweather Low - Guitarra acústica.

John Patitucci - Bajo.

Guo Yi & the Peking Brothers - Dulcimer, lute, zhen, oboe, bajo.

Three Wishes.

(Waters)

Reached back for the bottle

And rubbed against the lamp

Genie came out smiling

Like some Eastern tramp

He said hey boy what's happening

What is going on

You can have three wishes

If you don't take too long

I said well

I wish they were all happy in the Lebanon

Wish somebody'd help me write this song

I wish when I was young

My old man had not been gone

Genie said consider it done

There's something in the air

And you don't know what it is

You see someone through the window

Who you've just learned to miss

And the road leads on to glory but

You've used up your last wish

Your last wish

And you want her to come home

Genie said I'm sorry

But that's the way it goes

Where the hell's the lamp sucker

It's time for me to go

Bye

There's something in the air

And you don't know what it is

You see someone through the window

Who you've just learned to miss

And the road leads on to glory but

You've used up your last wish

Your last wish

And you want her to come home.

Roger Waters - Voz.

Patrick Leonard - Teclados.

John 'Rabbit' Brundrick - Órgano Hammond.

Jeff Beck - Solo de guitarra.

Tim Pierce - Guitarra.

Andy Fairweather Low - Guitarra ritmica y de 12 cuerdas.

James Johnson - Bajo.

Graham Broad - Batería.

Percussion - Luis Conte - Percusión.

Katie Kissoon, Doreen Chanter -  Coros.

It's A Miracle.

(Waters)

Miraculous you call it babe

You ain't seen nothing yet

They've got Pepsi in the Andes

McDonalds in Tibet

Yosemite's been turned into

A golf course for the Japs

The Dead Sea is alive with rap

Between the Tigris and Euphrates

There's a leisure centre now

They've got all kinds of sports

They've got Bermuda shorts

They had sex in Pennsylvania

A Brazilian grew a tree

A doctor in Manhattan

Saved a dying man for free

It's a miracle

Another Miracle

By the grace of God Almighty

And the pressures of the marketplace

The human race has civilized itself

It's a miracle

We've got warehouses of butter

We've got oceans of wine

We've got famine when we need it

Got designer crime

We've got Mercedes

We've got Porsche

Ferrari and Rolls Royce

We've got choice

She said meet me

In the Garden of Gethsemene my dear

The Lord said Peter I can see

Your house from here

An honest family man

Finally reaped what he had sown

A farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan

It's a miracle

By the grace of God Almighty

And the pressures of the marketplace

The human race has civilized itself

It's a miracle

We cower in our shelters

With our hands over our ears

Lloyd-Webber's awful stuff

Runs for years and years and years

An earthquake hits the theatre

But the operetta lingers

Then the piano lid comes down

And breaks his fucking fingers

It's a miracle.

Roger Waters - Voz, bajo.

Patrick Leonard - Piano, sintetizadores.

Guitar - Jeff Beck - Guitarra.

James Johnson - Bajo.

Drums - Jeff Porcaro - Batería.

Jon Joyce, Stan Laurel, Jim Haas - Coros.

London Welsh Chorale - Coros.

Kenneth Bowen - Conducción.

Amused To Death.

(Waters)

Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me

This supermarket life is getting long

What is the heart life of a colour TV

What is the shelf life of a teenage queen

Ooh western woman

Ooh western girl

News hound sniffs the air

When Jessica Hahn goes down

He latches on to that symbol

Of detachment

Attracted by the peeling away of feeling

The celebrity of the abused shell the belle

Ooh western woman

Ooh western girl

And the children of Melrose

Strut their stuff

Is absolute zero cold enough

And out in the valley warm and clean

The little ones sit by their TV screens

No thoughts to think

No tears to cry

All sucked dry

Down to the very last breath

Bartender what is wrong with me

Why am I so out of breath

The captain said excuse me ma'am

This species has amused itself to death

Amused itself to death

Amused itself to death

We watched the tragedy unfold

We did as we were told

We bought and sold

It was the greatest show on earth

But then it was over

We ohhed and aahed

We drove our racing cars

We ate our last few jars of caviar

And somewhere out there in the stars

A keen-eyed look-out

Spied a flickering light

Our last hurrah

And when they found our shadows

Grouped around the TV sets

They ran down every lead

They repeated every test

They checked out all the data on their lists

And then the alien anthropologists

Admitted they were still perplexed

But on eliminating every other reason

For our sad demise

They logged the explanation left

This species has amused itself to death

No tears to cry no feelings left

This species has amused itself to death 

Alf Razzell: "Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the missing at Aras. And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely transfixed; it was as though he was now a human being instead of some sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all those years ago. And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've felt happier about it, because always before, whenever I thought of him, I said to myself, 'Was there something else that I could have done?' (al fondo: "I'd rather die, I'd rather die...") And that always sort of worried me. And having seen him, and his name in the register - as you know in the memorials there's a little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of lightened my...heart, if you like."

Mujer: "When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?"

"Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be a year, ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four."

Roger Waters - Voz, guitarra acústica.

Alf Razzell - Voz hablada.

Rita Coolidge - Voz.

Patrick Leonard - Teclados.

Jeff Beck - Solo de guitarra.

Geoff Whitehorn - Guitarra eléctrica.

James Johnson - Bajo.

Graham Broad - Batería.

Katie Kissoon, Doreen Chanter - Coros.

Promo:

Columbia Records.

Columbia Records.

Columbia Records.

Columbia Records.

Living Proof · Dream into reality.
"When 'THE WALL' and the single 'Another Brick In The Wall' bot went to Nº 1 in BILLBOARD in 1979, I thought, thank God for that, now I Can die happy!"
Roger Waters, 1992.
Billboard Magazine 1992-09.

Recortes de prensa:

The Dark Side Of "Amused" by David Fricke.

Rolling Stone Magazine - 17 Septiembre, 1992.

Otra ediciones, incluida en este sitio:

⚫ L.P 2015 • Europa • Analogue Productions • AAPP 468761.

💿 C.D U.S.A • Columbia Records • CK 47127.

💿 C.D Japón • 2008 • 3ª Edición • Sony Music Direct (Japan) Inc. • MHCP-693.

💿 C.D U.S.A • 2015 • Columbia / Legacy Records · 88843093782.

💿 CD+Blu-ray E.U • 2015 • Columbia / Legacy Records • 88843090552.

🖭 Cassette U.K • Columbia Records • 468761 4.

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