The Wall - Pink Floyd

Publicación: Noviembre 30 (U.K) / Diciembre 8 (U.S.A), 1979.

Productores: Bob Ezrin, David Gilmour & Roger Waters.
Co-productor e ingeniero de sonido: James Guthrie
Otros ingenieros: Nick Griffiths, Patrice Quef, Brian Christian, Rick Hart, John McClure.
Grabación: Abril a noviembre de 1979.
Estudios: Super Bear y Jaques Loussier’s Studio, Miravel, Francia, Producers Workshop, Los Ángeles / CBS, Nueva York.
Discográfica: Harvest Records.
N° de catalogo: SHDW 411.
Diseño de portada: Gerald Scarfe & Roger Waters.
Equipamiento de sonido: Phil Taylor.


Tracks:

Disco 1.

Lado 1.

01 In The Flesh?
(Waters)   3:16
02 The Thin Ice.
(Waters)   2:30
03 Another Brick In The Wall (Part I).
(Waters)   3:10
04 The Happiest Days Of Our Lives.
(Waters)   1:49
05 Another Brick In The Wall (Part II).
(Waters)   4:00
06 Mother.
(Waters)   5:36

Lado 2.

01 Goodbye Blue Sky.
(Waters)   2:45
02 Empty Spaces.
(Waters)   2:10
03 Young Lust.
(Gilmour/Waters)   3:25
04 One Of My Turns.
(Waters)   3:35
05 Don't Leave Me Now.
(Waters)   4:16
06 Another Brick In The Wall (Part III).
(Waters)   1:14
07 Goodbye Cruel World.
(Waters)   1:13

Tiempo: 39:19 minutos.

Disco 2.

Lado 3.

01 Hey You.
(Waters)   4:40
02 Is There Anybody Out There?
(Waters)   2:44
03 Nobody Home.
(Waters)   3:26
04 Vera.
(Waters)   1:35
05 Bring The Boys Back Home.
(Waters)   1:21
06 Comfortably Numb.
(Gilmour/Waters)   6:24

   Lado 4.

07 The Show Must Go On.
(Waters)   1:36
08 In the Flesh.
(Waters)   4:13
09 Run Like Hell.
(Gilmour/Waters)   4:19
10 Waiting For The Worms.
(Waters)   4:04
11 Stop.
(Waters)   0:30
12 The Trial.
(Waters/Bob Ezrin)   5:13
13 Outside The Wall.
(Waters)   1:41

Tiempo: 42:01 minutos.

Tiempo total: 1 hora, 21:20 minutos.

Todas las letras son de Roger Waters, excepto las indicadas.

Singles:

1979 Another Brick Tn The Wall (part II) / One Of My Turns.
Publicación: 16 de noviembre (U.K).
Publicación: 18 de enero, 1980 (U.S.A).

1980 Run Like Hell / Don't Leave Me Now.
Publicación: Abril (U.S.A).

1980 Comfortably Numb / Hey You.
Publicación: 21 de julio (U.S.A).

Vinyl Long Play - Edición U.K:

Discográfica: Harvest Records.

N° de catalogo: SHDW 411.

Portada y sticker.

 Contraportada.

Carpeta.

Interior carpeta.

 Interior.

 Interior.

 Etiquetas disco 1, lado 1 y 2.

 Interior.

 Interior.

 Etiquetas disco 2, lados 3 y 4.

Sticker de portada.

Pink Floyd:

Roger Waters - Bajo, voz guitarras, sintetizador, efectos de sonido.

David Gilmour - Guitarra, voz (tracks 2, 5, 6, 7 y 9 del disco 1; 1, 6, 7 y 10 disco 2) sintetizador, clavinet, efectos de sonido.

Richard Wright - Teclados, piano, piano eléctrico Rhodes, órgano.

Nick Mason - Batería y percusión.

Otros músicos:

Arreglos orquestales: Michael Kamen & Bob Ezrin.

Lee Ritenour: Guitarra.

Bob Ezrin: Teclados, órgano, piano, sintetizador, coros.

James Guthrie: Percusión, sintetizador, efectos de sonido.

Peter Wood: Teclado.

Freddie Mandell: Órgano Hammond.

Jeff Porcaro: Batería.

Joe Porcaro: Batería.

Bruce Johnston, Toni Tenille, Joe Chemay, John Joyce, Stan Farber, Jim Haas: Coros.

The Islington Green School Choir: Coros (Another Brick In The Wall Part 2).

New York Orchestra: Orquesta.

New York Opera: Coros.

Bobbye Hall: Congas, bongos.

Joe (Ron) di Blasi: Guitarra clásica.

Frank Marrocco: Concertina.

Larry Williams: Clarinete.

Trevor Veitch: Mandolina.

Harry Waters: Voz infantil (Goodbye Blue Sky).

Chris Fitzmorris: Voz femenina (Telefonista).

Trudy Young: Voz (Groupie).

Phil Taylor: Efectos de sonido.

Letras:

Disco 1.

In the Flesh?

(Waters)

"....we came in?"

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'll just have to claw your way through this disguise.

"Lights! Turn on the sound effects! Action!"

"Drop it, drop it on 'em! Drop it on them!!!!!"

The Thin Ice.

(Waters)

Momma loves her baby

And daddy loves you too.

And the sea may look warm to you babe

And the sky may look blue

But ooooh Baby

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 I).

(Waters)

Daddy's flown across the ocean

Leaving just a memory

The snapshot in the family album

Daddy what else did you leave for me?

Daddy, what'd'ja 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.

"You! Yes, you! Stand still laddy!"

The Happiest Days Of Our Lives.

(Waters)

When we grew up and went to school 

There were certain teachers who would

Hurt the children in any way they could

"Oof!" [someone being hit] 

By pouring their derision 

Upon anything we did

And exposing every weakness 

However carefully hidden by the kids

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 II).

(Waters)

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! Teachers! 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! Teachers! 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.

"Wrong, Do it again!"

"If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding. How can you

have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?"

"You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy!"

Mother.

(Waters)

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?

Mother should I build the wall?

Mother should I run for president?

Mother should I trust the government?

Mother will they put me in the firing line?

Mother am I really dying?

Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry.

Mama's gonna make all your nightmares come true.

Mama's gonna put all her fears into you.

Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing.

She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing.

Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm.

Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,

Of course mama's gonna help to build the wall.

Mother do you think she's good enough -- for me?

Mother do you think she's dangerous -- to me?

Mother will she tear your little boy apart?

Mother will she break my heart?

Hush now baby, baby don't you cry.

Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends 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 baby oooh baby oooh baby,

You'll always be baby to me.

Mother, did it need to be so high?

Goodbye Blue Sky.

(Waters)

"Look mummy, there's an aeroplane up in the sky"

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 a 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. 

"The 11:15 from Newcastle is now approaching"

"The 11:18 arrival...."

Empty Spaces.

(Waters)

[backwards message:]

"Congratulations, You have just discovered the secret message.

Please send your answer to 'Old Pink',

Care of the funny farm, Chalfont..." - Spoken By Roger

[...interrupted...]

"Roger, Caroline's on the phone..." - Unknown Voice

What shall we use 

To fill the empty spaces 

Where we used to talk?

How shall I fill 

The final places?

How can I complete the wall?

Young Lust.

(Waters/Gilmour)

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 and roll refugee

Oooh, baby 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.

[Phone rings..Clink of receiver being lifted]

"Hello..?"

"Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd.

Will you accept the charges from United States?"

[clunk! of phone being put down]

"Oh, He hung up! That's your residence, right? I wonder why he hung up?

Is there supposed to be someone else there besides your wife there to answer?"

[Phone rings again...clunk of receiver being picked up]

"Hello?"

"This is United States calling, are we reaching...

[interrupted by phone being put down]

"See he keeps hanging up, and it's a man answering."

[whirr of connection being closed]

One Of My Turns.

(Waters)

"Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?

[Film in background: "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you!]

"This place is bigger than our apartment!

[Film: "Let me know when you're entering a room"

"Yes sir!"]

"erm, Can I get a drink of water?

[Film: "I was wondering about ..."]

"You want some, huh?"

[Film: "Yes"]

"Oh wow, look at this tub? Do you wanna take baaaath?"

[Film: "I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us, for her main ..."]

"What are watching?"

[Film: "If you'll just let me know as soon as you can ... Mrs Bancroft" "Mrs Bancroft ..."]

"Hello?"

[Film: "I don't understand ..."]

"Are you feeling okay?..."

Day after day, love turns grey

Like the skin of a dying man.

Night after night, we pretend its all right

But I have grown older and

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'ya?

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?

Don't Leave Me Now.

(Waters)

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.

Don't 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 could you treat me this way?

Running away.

Oooooh Babe!

Why are you running away?

Another Brick In The Wall (Part III).

(Waters)

[Sound of many TV's coming on, all on different channels]

"The Bulls are already out there"//

Pink: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh!"

"This Roman Meal bakery thought you'd like to know."

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.

Goodbye Cruel World.

(Waters)

Goodbye cruel world,

I'm leaving you today.

Goodbye,

Goodbye,

Goodbye.

Goodbye, all you people, 

There's nothing you can say

To make me change my mind.

Goodbye.

Disco 2.

Hey You.

(Waters)

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, standing in 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?

(Waters)

[Click of TV being turned on]

"Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started"

"Isn't it unsafe to travel at night?"

"It'll be a lot less safe to stay here. You're father's gunna pick up our trail before long"

"Can Loca ride?"

"Yeah, I can ride... Magaret, time to go! Maigret, thank you for everything"

"Goodbye Chenga"

"Goodbye miss ..."

"I'll be back"

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there?

Nobody Home.

(Waters)

"Alright, I'll take care of them part of the time, but there's somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington"

"Who's that?"

"Rose Pilchitt!"

"Rose Pilchitt? Who's that?"

[Kid screams in background. foreground: "Shut Up!"]

"36-24-36 [laughter] does that answer your question?"

[foreground: "Oi! I've got a little black book with me poems in!"]

"Who's she?"

"She was 'Miss Armoured Division' in 1961 ... "

I've 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 keepin my shoes on.

Got those swollen hand blues.

I got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.

I've got electric light.

And I've got second sight.

And 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.

I've got a silver spoon on a chain.

I've 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

"Surprise, surprise, surprise..." (from Gomer Pyle show)

There's still nobody home.

I've got a pair of Gohills boots

and I got fading roots.

"Where the hell are you?"

"Over 47 german planes were destroyed with the loss of only 15 of our own aircraft"

"Where the hell are you Simon?"

[Machine gun sound, followed by plane crashing]

Vera.

(Waters)

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 here

Feel the way I do?

Bring The Boys Back Home.

(Waters)

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.

"Wrong! Do it again!"

"Time to go! [knock, knock, knock, knock]

"Are you feeling okay?"

"There's a man answering, but he keeps hanging up!"

Is there anybody out there?

Comfortably Numb.

(Gilmour/Waters)

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 your 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.

O.K.

Just a little pinprick.

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.

The Show Must Go On.

(Waters)

Ooooh, Ma, Oooh Pa

Must the show go on?

Ooooh, Pa. Take me home

Ooooh, Ma. Let me go

There must be some mistake

I didnt 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?

The show must go on.

In The Flesh.

(Waters)

So ya

Thought ya

Might like to 

Go to the show.

To feel that 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 sent us along as a surrogate band

We're gonna find out where you folks really stand.

Are there any queers in the theater tonight?

Get them up against the wall!

There's one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me,

Get him up against the wall!

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 another with spots!

If I had my way, 

I'd have all of you shot!

Run Like Hell.

(Gilmour/Waters)

"Pink Floyd, Pink Floyd"

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 cockleshell shatters

And the hammers batter 

Down the door.

You'd 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 feelings

Deep inside. 

And if you're taking your girlfriend 

Out tonight 

You'd 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.

"Hey, open up! HaHaHaHaHaaaaaaaaaa!

[sound of car skidding, followed by loud scream]

"Hammer, Hammer"

Waiting For The Worms.

(Waters)

"Eins, zwei, drei, alle!"

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.

We're (waiting to succeed) and going to convene outside Brixton

Town Hall where we're going to be... 

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 queens 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.

The Worms will convene outside Brixton Bus Station. We'll be moving along at about 12 o'clock down Stockwell Road (.... ......) (Abbot's Road ) (.....) twelve minutes to three we'll be moving along Lambeth Road towards Vauxhall Bridge. Now when we get to the other side of Vauxhall Bridge we're in Westminster (Borough ) area. It's quite possible we may encounter some (.....) by the way we go. (... ..) ."

Stop.

(Waters)

Stop!

I wanna go home

Take off this uniform

And leave the show.

But I'm waiting in this cell 

Because I have to know.

Have I been guilty all this time?

The Trial.

(Waters/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.

You little shit you're in it now,

I hope they throw away the key.

You should have talked to me more often 

Than you did, but no! You had to go

Your own way, have you broken any 

Homes up lately?

Just five minutes, Worm your honor, 

Him 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

Incontrivertable, 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 penaltie of law.

The way you made them suffer,

Your exquisite wife and mother,

Fills me with the urge to defecate!

"Hey Judge! Shit on him!" 

Since, my friend, you have revealed your 

Deepest fear,

I sentence you to be exposed before 

Your peers.

Tear down the wall!

Outside The Wall.

(Waters)

All alone, or in two's,

The ones who really love you

Walk up and down outside the wall.

Some hand in hand

And 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. 

"Isn't this where...."

Otros temas:

What Shall We Do Now?

(Waters)

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces 

Where waves of hunger roar? 

Shall we set out across the sea of faces 

In search of more and more applause? 

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.

When the Tigers Broke Free.

(Waters)

It was just before dawn 

One miserable morning in black 'forty four.

When the forward commander 

Was told to sit tight 

When he asked that his men be withdrawn. 

And the Generals gave thanks 

As the other ranks held back 

The enemy tanks for a while. 

And the Anzio Beachhead 

Was held for the price 

Of a few hundred ordinary lives.

And old King George 

Sent Mother a note 

When he heard that father was gone.

It was, I recall, 

In the form of a scroll, 

With gold leaf and all.

And I found it one day 

In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away.

And my eyes still grow damp to remember 

His Majesty signed 

With his own rubber stamp.

It was dark all around.

There was frost in the ground

When the tigers broke free.

And no one survived 

From the Royal Fusiliers Company C.

They were all left behind,

Most of them dead,

The rest of them dying.

And that's how the High Command

Took my daddy from me.

Promo:

Poster - Arte por Gerald Scarfe.

Poster - Arte por Gerald Scarfe.

Poster - Arte por Gerald Scarfe.

Harvest / EMI Records.

Incluido en:

• 1992 Shine On (Box Set).
• 1997 '97 Vinyl Collection (Box Set).
• 2007 Oh By The Way (Box Set).
• 2011 Discovery (Box Set).

Otras ediciones incluidas en este sitio:

⚫ L.P U.K • '97 Vinyl Collection • EMI Records • 7243 8 59858 1 2.

⚫ L.P E.U • 2016 • Pink Floyd Records • PFRLP9.

⚫ L.P Japón • 1ª Edición • CBS / Sony Records • 40AP 1750 / 1.

⚫ L.P Francia • 2ª Edición • Harvest Records • 2C 168-63410 / 11.

💿 C.D U.K • 1ª Edición • Harvest Records • CDS 7 46036 8. 

💿 C.D U.K • 4ª Edición • Harvest Records • CDS 7 46036 8.

💿 C.D E.U • Oh By The Way 2007 • EMI Records • 5099951 110925-26.

💿 C.D E.U • 2009-01 • EMI Records • 7243 8 31243 2 9.

💿 C.D E.U • Experience • 2012 • EMI Records • 5099902944623.

💿 C.D U.S.A • Shine On 1992 • Part 1 • Columbia Records • CK 53187. 

💿 C.D U.S.A • Shine On 1992 • Part 2 • Columbia Records • CK 53188.

💿 C.D U.S.A • Discovery Box Set • 2011 • Capitol Records • 50999 028944 2 3.

💿 C.D Japón • 1ª Edición • CBS / Sony Records • 50DP 361 - 2.

💿 C.D Japón • 5ª Edición • 1998-09 • Sony Records • SRCS 8485 / 86.

💿 C.D Australia • 5ª Edición • 1991 • Columbia Records • CDCBS 88485.

Box Sets:

Immersion 2012 • C.D + DVD + Blu-ray U.S.A • Capitol Records • 50999 0 29439 2 3.

Promo:

1979 Off The Wall - Special Radio Construction.

L.P U.K - Promo - Columbia Records - AS 736.

No oficial:

⚫ L.P Rusia • 1993 • Santa Records Ltd • П93 00567-70.

Relacionado:

En vivo:

2000 Is There Anybody Out There? The Wall Live 1980–81.

Tributos:

2010 The Wall Re-Built! (Disc One) - Varios Artistas.

2010 The Wall Re-Built! (Disc Two) - Varios Artistas.

MOJO Presents Pink Floyd's 1979 Masterpiece Re-recorded.

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