Flickering Flame. The Solo Years Volume 1 - Roger Waters

Publicación: 13 de mayo, 2002.

Productores: Roger Waters, Nick Griffiths, Patrick Leonard, Ian Ritchie, James Guthrie.
Compilación: James Guthrie & Roger Waters.
Asistente: Joel Plante.
Grabación: 1983–2001.
Discográfica: Columbia Records / Sony Music.
N° de catalogo: COL 507906 2.
Diseño de portada: 4i Group.
Fotografías: Jimmy Ienner Jr, Neal Preston, Jonathan Park.

Agradecimientos especiales: Todd Horn, Columbia Records.
Management: Mark Fenwick, MFM Limited.


Tracks:

01 Knockin' On Heaven's Door.
(Dylan)   4:06
(The Dybbuk Of The Holy Apple Field, 1998)
02 Too Much Rope.
(Waters)   5:12
(Amused To Death, 1992)
03 The Tide Is Turning.
(Waters)   5:43
(Radio K.A.O.S. 1987)
04 Perfect Sense, part I & II (live).
(Waters)   7:22
(In The Flesh, 2000)
05 Three Wishes.
(Waters)   6:49
(Amused To Death, 1992)
06 5:06 AM (Every Stranger's Eyes).
(Waters)   4:47
(The Pros And Cons Of Hitch Hiking, 1984)
07 Who Needs Information.
(Waters)   5:55
(Radio K.A.O.S. 1987)
08 Each Small Candle (live).
(Waters)   8:34
(In The Flesh, 2000)
09 Flickering Flame (new demo).
(Waters)   6:45
(2001)
10 Towers Of Faith.
(Waters)   6:52
(When the Wind Blows, 1986)
11 Radio Waves.
(Waters)   4:31
(Radio K.A.O.S. 1987)
12 Lost Boys Calling (original demo).
(Ennio Morricone-Waters)   4:06
(The Legend Of 1900, 1999)

Tiempo total: 70:23 minutos.

Compact Disc - Edición Europa:

Discográfica: Columbia / Sony Music.

N° de catalogo: COL 507906 2.

 Portada (Slipcase).

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 Interior.

 Disco.

 Booklet.

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Roger Waters:

Voz, bajo, guitarras.

Músicos:

Eric Clapton  - Guitarra.

Andy Fairweather Low  - Guitarras, bajo, voz.

Snowy White  - Guitarra.

Clem Clempson  - Guitarras.

Geoff Whitehorn - Guitarras.

Steve Lukather  - Guitarras.

Jay Stapely - Guitarras.

Doyle Bramhall II - Guitarra.

James Johnson - Bajo.

John Gordon - Bajo.

Jon Carin - Teclados.

Patrick Leonard  - Teclados.

Simon Chamberlain - Teclados.

Andy Wallace - Teclados.

Matt Irving - Teclados.

Andy Bown  - Órgano, guitarra.

Michael Kamen  - Piano, dirección de orquesta.

Ian Ritchie - Programación de teclados y batería, piano.

John Linwood - Linn programación.

Graham Broad  - Batería, percusión.

Andy Newmark  - Batería.

Freddie KRC - Batería.

Mel Collins  - Saxofón.

David Sanborn  - Saxofón.

Ian Ritchie, John Phirkell, Peter Thomas - Sección de vientos.

Raphael Ravenscroft , Kevin Flanagan, Vic Sullivan  - Cuernos.

Clare Torry  - Voz.

PP Arnold - Coros, voz.

Katie Kissoon - Coros.

Doreen Chanter - Coros.

Suzanne Rhatigan - Coros.

Susannah Melvion - Coros.

Madeline Bell - Coros.

Luis Conte - Percusión.

Ray Cooper  - Percusión.

Jessica y Jordan Leonard - Gritos de niños.

Rick Wentworth - Orquestación.

Orquesta – National Philharmonic Orchestra Limited.

Letras:

Knockin' On Heaven's Door.

(Bob Dylan)

Mama, take this badge off me

'cos I can't use it anymore

It's gettin' dark, too dark to see

I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door.

Mama, put my guns in the ground

'cos I can't shoot them anymore

That long dark cloud is comin' down

I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door.

Roger Waters  - Voz.

Simon Chamberlain - Teclados.

Clem Clempson  - Guitarras eléctrica y acústica.

Katie Kissoon - Coros.

Doreen Chanter - Coros.

Nick Griffiths  - Productor.

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.

Geoff Whitehorn - Guitarras.

Steve Lukather - Guitarra adicional.

James Johnson - Bajo.

Graham Broad - Batería.

Luis Conte - Percusión.

Katie Kissoon, Doreen Chanter - Coros.

Jessica y Jordan Leonard - Niños gritando.

National Philharmonic Orchestra Limited.

Michael Kamen - Arreglos y conducción.

Patrick Leonard y Roger Waters  - Productores.

Nick Griffiths - Co-productor y grabación.

James Guthrie  - Mezcla.

The Tide Is Turning (After Live Aid).

(Waters)

I used to think the world was flat

Rarely threw my hat into the crowd

I felt I had used up my quota of yearning

Used to look in on the children at night

In the glow of their Donald Duck light

And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones

Burning

But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning

The tide is turning.

Satellite buzzing through the endless night

Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights

Jesus Christ imagine what it must be earning

Who is the strongest, who is the best

Who holds the aces, the East or the West

This is the crap our children are learning

But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning

The tide is turning

Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning.

Now the satellite's confused

'cos on Saturday night

The airwaves were full of compassion and light

And his silicon heart warmed

to the sight of a billion candles burning

Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning

Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning

The tide is turning Billy.

I'm not saying that the battle is won

But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun

Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the

War Lords

Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning

The tide is turning Sylvester

The tide is turning.

Jim: That's it!

Roger Waters  - Voz, bajo.

Andy Fairweather Low & Jay Stapely - Guitarra eléctrica.

Mel Collins  - Saxofones.

Ian Ritchie - Programación Fairlight, programación de batería, piano, teclados.

Graham Amplio - Batería, percusión.

Suzanne Rhatigan - Coros.

Ian Ritchie, John Phirkell, Peter Thomas - Sección de vientos.

Roger Waters y Ian Ritchie - Productores.

Perfect Sense, Part I & II.

(Waters)

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.

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.

Roger Waters - Voz, bajo, guitarra.

P.P. Arnold - Voz.

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

Patrick Leonard -Teclados, 2° locutor.

Doyle Bramhall II - Guitarra.

Graham Broad - Batería.

Jon Carin - teclados.

Andy Fairweather - Guitarra, bajo y coros.

Katie Kissoon, Susannah Melvion - Coros.

Andy Wallace - Órgano Hammond, teclados.

Snowy White  - Guitarra.

James Guthrie - Produccion, mezcla.

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.

Luis Conte - Percusión.

Katie Kissoon, Doreen Chanter -  Coros.

5:06 A.M (Every Stranger's Eyes).

(Waters)

Waitress: "Hello...you wanna cup of coffee?"

Trucker: "Hey...Turn the fucking Juke Box down!"

Waitress: "I'm sorry, would you like a cup of coffee?"

OK you take cream and sugar?"

In truck stops and hamburger joints

In Cadillac limousines

In the company of has-beens

In bent-backs in sleeping forms

On pavement steps

In libraries and railway stations

In books and banks

In the pages of history

In suicidal cavalry attacks

I recognise...

myself in every stranger's eyes.

And in wheelchairs by monuments

Under tube trains in commuter accidents

In council care and county courts

At Easter fairs in sea-side resorts

In drawing rooms and city morgues

In award winning photographs

of life rafts in the China seas

In transit camps, under arc lamps

On loading ramps

In faces blurred by rubber stamps

I recognise...

myself in every stranger's eyes.

And now from where I stand

upon this hill I plundered from the pool

I look around, I search the skies

I shade my eyes, so nearly blind

and I see signs of half remembered days

I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways

I recognise...

the hope you kindle in your eyes.

It's oh so easy now

as we lie here in the dark

Nothing interferes it's obvious

how to beat the tears

that threaten to snuff out

the spark of our love.

Roger Waters  - Voz, bajo, guitarra.

Andy Bown  - Órgano Hammond, guitarra de 12 cuerdas.

Ray Cooper  - Percusión.

Eric Clapton  - Guitarra.

Michael Kamen  - Piano, Direcion de orquesta Nacional Philharmonic.

Andy Newmark  - Batería.

David Sanborn  - Saxofón.

Madeline Campana , Katie Kissoon , Doreen Chanter  - Coros.

Raphael Ravenscroft , Kevin Flanagan, Vic Sullivan  - cuernos

Roger Waters y Michael Kamen  - Producción.

Who Needs Information.

(Waters)

Me and Benny went out last night

looking for fun

Supping ale in the moonlight

Waiting for the dawn to come

Benny pointed at a HiFi shop

He said hey man look at all the stuff they've got

How'd you make a have out of a have not

Hmmm

Who needs information

When you're working underground

Just give me confirmation

We could win a million pounds

Benny climbed up on a footbridge

And he teetered on the parapet

He said "can you see the whites of their headlights

Are they coming yet"

Who needs information

this high off the ground

Just give me confirmation

We could win a million pounds

Who needs information

When you're living in constant fear

Just give me confirmation

There's some way out of here

Some way out of here

Benny hefted a breeze block

and tried to let it go

Got hung up on a tear drop

So me and Benny went home

Who needs information yeah

hen you're living on borrowed time

Just give me confirmation

There will be a winner this time

Who needs information when you're working underground

Just give me confirmation

We could win a million pounds

Who needs, who needs, who needs information

this high off the ground

Just give me confirmation

We could win a million pounds yeah

Jim: Um (Lights a cigarette) So your brother is in jail?

Roger Waters  - Voz, bajo.

Andy Fairweather Low & Jay Stapely - Guitarra eléctrica.

Mel Collins  - Saxofones.

Ian Ritchie - Programación Fairlight, programación de batería, piano, teclados.

Graham Broad - Batería, percusión.

Suzanne Rhatigan - Coros.

Ian Ritchie, John Phirkell, Peter Thomas - Sección de vientos.

Roger Waters y Ian Ritchie - Productores.

Each Small Candle.

(Waters/Halfdan Rasmussen)

Not the torturer will scare me

Nor the body's final fall

Nor the barrels of death's rifles

Nor the shadows on the wall

Nor the night when to the ground

The last dim star of pain, is held

But the blind indifference

Of a merciless unfeeling world.

Lying in the burnt out shell

Of some Albanian farm

An old Babushka

Holds a crying baby in her arms

A soldier from the other side

A man of heart and pride

Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle

And kneels by her side.

He binds her wounds

He gives her food

And calms the crying child

She gives him absolution then

Across the great divide

He picks his way back through the broken

China of her life

And there at the kerb

The samaritan Serb turns..

Turns and waves.. goodbye.

And each small candle

              Each small candle

Lights a corner of the dark...

              Lights a corner of the dark

Each small candle

              Each small candle

Lights a corner of the dark

              Lights a corner of the dark.

              Each small candle lights a corner of the dark

When the wheel of pain stops turning

              And the branding iron stops burning

When the children can be children

              When the desperados weaken

When the sea rolls into greet them

              When the natural law of science

Greets the humble and the mighty

              And the billion candles burning

Lights the dark side of every human mind.

And each small candle

Lights a corner of the dark...

Roger Waters  - Voz, guitarra, bajo.

Andy Fairweather-Low  - Guitarra, bajo, voz.

Snowy White  - Guitarra.

Doyle Bramhall II  - Guitarra y voz.

Graham Broad  - Batería.

Jon Carin  - Teclados, lap steel, programación, guitarra y voz.

Andy Wallace  - Órgano Hammond, teclados.

Katie Kissoon  - Voz.

Susannah Melvoin  - Voz.

PP Arnold  - Voz.

Flickering Flame (new demo).

(Waters)

When my neurons conspire

To distract my thoughts 

Away from divorce

And competitive sports

Back to the place 

Where all rivers run to the sea

Then I

I shall be free

Yes, I shall be free.

On a seesaw 

In a strange land

The jackdaw sat 

On the Cardinals hand 

And the fiddlers played 

And the planners planned

What would be.

On a back seat 

In a court room

Sat Molly Malone with Leopold Bloom 

'Til the police came down

With a new broom

And swept them clean.

Like Geronimo

Like Quinn the Eskimo

Like the Blackfoot

And like the Arapaho

Like Crazy Horse 

I'll be the last one 

To lay down my gun.

On the open road

In a bar room

A pick up band plays a new tune

When the coloured girl sings

I feel my heart bloom.

When a new song

Hits the right note

When a clearing sky

Saves an old boat

When an insight

Strikes the mote

From mine own eye.

Like Geronimo

Like Quinn the Eskimo

Like the Blackfoot

And like the Arapaho

Like Crazy Horse 

I'll be the last one 

To lay down my gun.

Just out of sight

Beyond the next range

I feel the heat

Of a flickering flame

On an African Plain

By a thorn tree

My old friend Philippe 

Is waiting for me

Que cera cera

What ever will be 

Will be

When a friend dies

And the tears rise

From that deep well

That never runs dry

And the women break their bracelets

And the men take their whisky outside.

In a petit theatre

On the Rue St Denis

The red velvet curtain

Draws back to reveal

The place where the dark side

Meets the angel and me

The angel in me.

When my synapses pause 

In my quest for applause

When my ego lets go

Of my end of the bone

To focus instead 

On the love that is precious to me

Then I

Shall be free

I shall be free.

Roger Waters  - Voz, guitarra acústica, bajo.

Jon Carin  - Teclados.

Doyle Bramhall II  - Guitarra, bajo.

Roger Waters y Nick Griffiths - Productores.

Towers Of Faith.

(Waters)

Ooooh, the lonely boys

In their towers of faith

Ooooh, the lonely boys

Locked in their towers of faith

The prophet reclined

In the Golan Heights

Ohhh, the lonely boys

He said "This land is my land"

To the Shiites

Ooooh, the lonely boys

And Jehova looked up from the sea of Galilee beneath

He said "I see you, you thief!

This land is my land

And this sand is my sand

And this band is my band"

Oh the lonely boys

Lookin' over their shoulder

Checkin out every boulder in the park

Where the gates are closed from hate

After dark

And the Pope rolled up in his armored van

He fell on his knees and kissed the land

He said something that I did not understand

It was in polish

Then up stepped an aide, he said "I will translate

Here is what His Holiness said:

'I am the Chief Jesuit.

This land is Jesus' land.

And that is all

All that there is to it.'"

And in New York City

The business man in his mohair suit

In the world trade center

Puffs on his cheroot

And he said

"Well I don't care who owns the desert sands,

My brief

Is with the hydrocarbons underneath"

And the sea of battle rages around the ancient tombs

And mother nature licks her wounds

And the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith

Who are nervous in the park when the gates are closed after dark

Ooooh, the lonely boys

In their towers of faith

Ooooh, the lonely boys

Locked in their towers of faith.

Roger Waters  - Voz.

Matt Irving - Teclados.

Jay Stapely - Guitarra eléctrica.

John Linwood - linn programación.

Freddie KRC - Bateria.

Mel Collins  - Saxofón.

John Gordon - Bajo.

Clare Torry  - Voz.

Roger Waters  - Productor.

Nick Griffiths - Co-productor, ingeniero.

Colin Lyon - Ingeniero asistente.

Radio Waves.

(Waters)

Jim: This is K.A.O.S. You and I are listening to KAOS in

Los Angeles. Let's go to the telephones now and

take a reradio wavesuest.

Billy: Hello, I'm Billy.

Jim: Yes?

Billy: I hear radio waves in my head.

Jim: You hear radio waves in your head? Ah! Is there

a request that you have tonight for KAOS?

Radio waves, radio waves

He hears radio waves, radio waves

The atmosphere is thin and cold

The yellow sun is getting old

The ozone overflows with radio waves

AM, FM, weather and news

Our leaders had a frank exchange of views

Are you confused, radio waves

Radio waves, radio waves

AM radio waves, FM radio waves

Radio waves, mind-numbing radio waves

Fish-stunning radio waves

Radio waves

Magic billy in his wheel chair

is picking up all this stuff in the air

Billy is face to face with outer space

Messages from distant stars

The local police calling all cars, radio waves

Hear them radio waves, rado waves

Jesus saves radio, radio waves

Radio waves, AM radio waves, FM radio waves

All them radio waves

Radio waves, radio waves, he hears radio waves

Radio waves, radio waves, hopeful radio waves

dopeful radio waves

Radio waves, Russian radio waves, Prussian radio waves

Eastern radio waves, Western radio waves

Testing radio waves, one, two, one, two

Radio waves, getting through to you

Morse code radio waves, Tobacco road radio waves

South to Paloma radio waves, Oklahoma City radio waves

Sitting pretty radio waves, nitty-gritty radio waves

Radio waves

Jim: Alright, that's a song called Radio Waves.

You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles and

we've got Billy on the line.

Billy: I'm from the valleys.

Jim: You're from the valley?

Billy: No, Jim you schmuck, the Valleys;

male voice choirs, Wales.

Jim: Ah, you're from Wales! Now is this sperm or blue-tip?

Billy: Ha, ha, ha, ha. Very funny Jim.

Jim: Sorry.

Billy: Me and Benny went out.

Jim: Who's Benny?

Roger Waters  - Voz, bajo.

Andy Fairweather Low & Jay Stapely - Guitarra eléctrica.

Mel Collins  - Saxofones.

Ian Ritchie - Programación Fairlight, programación de batería, piano, teclados.

Graham Broad - Batería, percusión.

Suzanne Rhatigan - Coros.

Ian Ritchie, John Phirkell, Peter Thomas - Sección de vientos.

Roger Waters y Ian Ritchie - Productores.

Lost Boys Calling (original demo).

(Ennio Morricone-Waters)

Come hold me now

I am not gone

I would not leave you here alone

In this dead calm beneath the waves

I can still hear those lost boys calling

You could not speak

You were afraid

To take the risk of being left again

And so you tipped your hat and waved and then

You turned back up the gangway of that steel tomb again

And in that street in July

When I hear those seabirds cry

I hold the child

The child in the man

The child that we leave behind

The spotlight fades

The boys disband

The final notes lies mute upon the sand

And in the silence of the grave

I can still hear those lost boys calling

We left them there

When they were young

The men were gone until the West was won

And now there's nothing left but time to kill

You never took us fishing Dad and now you never will

And in my street in July

When she hears the seabirds cry

She holds the child

The child in the man

The child that we leave behind

Ennio Morricone  - Música.

Rick Wentworth - Orquestación.

Nick Griffiths - Mezcla.