The Final Cut - Pink Floyd

A Requiem for the Post War Dream by Roger Waters, performed by Pink Floyd.

Publicación: Marzo 21 (U.K) / Abril 2 (U.S.A).

Productores: Roger Waters, James Guthrie & Michael Kamen.
Ingenieros de sonido: James Guthrie & Andy Jackson.
Asistentes: Andy Canelle, Mike Nocito, Jules Bowen.
Grabación: Entre julio y diciembre de 1982
Estudios: Mayfair, Olympic, Abbey Road, Eeel Pie, Audio International, Rak, Hookend & The Billiard Room.
Discográfica: Harvest Records.
N° de catalogo: SHPF 1983.
Diseño de portada: Roger Waters.
Fotografía: Willie Christie.
Arte: Artful Dodgers.
Holophonics: Zuccarelli Labs. Ltd

For Eric Fletcher Waters 1913 - 1944.

Tracks:

Lado A.

01 The Post War Dream.
(Waters)   3:02
02 Your Possible Pasts.
(Waters)   4:22
03 One of the Few.
(Waters)   1:12
04 The Hero's Return.
(Waters)   2:56
05 The Gunner's Dream.
(Waters)   5:01
06 Paranoid Eyes.
(Waters)   3:40

Lado B.

01 Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert.
(Waters)   1:19
02 The Fletcher Memorial Home.
(Waters)   4:11
03 Southampton Dock.
(Waters)   2:13
04 The Final Cut.
(Waters)   4:46
06 Not Now John.
(Waters)   5:01
07 Two Suns in the Sunset.
(Waters)   5:14

Tiempo total: 43:27 minutos.

Singles:

1983 Not Now John (obscured version) / The Hero's Return (parts 1 & 2).
Publicación: 30 de abril (U.K) / 3 de mayo (U.S.A).

Vinyl Long Play - 1ª Edición U.K:

Discográfica: Harvest Records.

N° de catalogo: SHPF 1983.

 Portada.

 Contraportada.

 Carpeta.

 Interior carpeta.

Etiquetas lados 1 y 2.

Pink Floyd:

Roger Waters - Voz, bajo, sintetizador, efectos de sonido, guitarra acústica, diseño portada, producción.

David Gilmour - Guitarra, voz, voz (Not Now John).

Nick Mason - Batería, percusión, efectos de sonido (con holofónicos).

Otros músicos:

Andy Bown: Órgano Hammond.

Ray Cooper: Percusión.

Michael Kamen: Piano, armonio.

Andy Newmark: Batería (Two Suns In The Sunset).

Raphael Ravenscroft: Saxofón tenor.

The National Philharmonic Orchestra.

Michael Kamen: Dirección y arreglos orquestales.

Letras:

The Post War Dream.

(Waters)

"...announced plans to build a nuclear fallout shelter at peterborough

in Cambridgeshire..."

"...three high court judges have cleared the way..."

"...It was announced today, that the replacement for the atlantic

Conveyor the container ship lost in the falklands conflict would be

built in japan, a spokesman for..."

"...moving in. they say the third world countries, like Bolivia, which

produce the drug are suffering from rising violence..."

Tell me true, tell me why, was jesus crucified

is it for this that daddy died?

was it for you? was it me?

did i watch too much T.V.?

is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?

if it wasn't for the nips

being so good at building ships

the yards would still be open on the clyde

and it can't be much fun for them

beneath the rising sun

with all their kids committing suicide

what have we done, maggie what have we done? 

what have we done to england?

should we shout, should we scream

"what happened to the post war dream?" 

Oh maggie, maggie what have we done?

Your Possible Pasts.

(Waters)

They flutter behind you your possible pasts, 

Some bright-eyed and crazy, some frightened and lost. 

A warning to anyone still in command 

"Ranks! Fire!"

Of their possible future, to take care. 

In derelict sidings the poppies entwine 

With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time. 

Do you remember me? How we used to be? 

Do you think we should be closer? 

She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile 

Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign. 

Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs 

For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs. 

Stepping up boldly one put out his hand. 

He said, "I was just a child then, now I'm only a man." 

Do you remember me? How we used to be? 

Do you think we should be closer? 

By the cold and religious we were taken in hand 

Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad. 

Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray 

Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay. 

And strung out behind us the banners and flags 

Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags. 

Do you remember me? How we used to be? 

Do you think we should be closer?

One Of The Few.

(Waters)

When you're one of the few to land on your feet 

What do you do to make ends meet? 

Teach. 

Make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two. 

Make them me, make them you, make them do what you want them to. 

Make them laugh, make them cry, make them lie down and die.

The Hero's Return.

(Waters)

Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about? 

Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape. 

When I was their age all the lights went out. 

There was no time to whine or mope about. 

And even now part of me flies over 

Dresden at angels one five. 

Though they'll never fathom it behind my 

Sarcasm desperate memories lie. 

Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good. 

'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you. 

And there is something that I've locked away 

A memory that is too painful 

To withstand the light of day. 

When we came back from the war the banners and 

Flags hung on everyone's door. 

We danced and we sang in the street and 

The church bells rang. 

But burning in my heart 

My memory smolders on 

Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.

The Gunners Dream.

(Waters)

Floating down through the clouds 

Memories come rushing up to meet me now. 

In the space between the heavens 

and in the corner of some foreign field 

I had a dream. 

I had a dream. 

Good-bye Max. 

Good-bye Ma. 

After the service when you're walking slowly to the car 

And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air 

You hear the tolling bell 

And touch the silk in your lapel 

And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band 

You take her frail hand 

And hold on to the dream. 

A place to stay 

"Oi! A real one ..." 

Enough to eat 

Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street 

Where you can speak out loud 

About your doubts and fears 

And what's more no-one ever disappears 

You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door. 

You can relax on both sides of the tracks 

And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control 

And everyone has recourse to the law 

And no-one kills the children anymore. 

And no one kills the children anymore. 

Night after night 

Going round and round my brain 

His dream is driving me insane. 

In the corner of some foreign field 

The gunner sleeps tonight. 

What's done is done. 

We cannot just write off his final scene. 

Take heed of his dream. 

Take heed.

Paranoid Eyes.

(Waters)

Button your lip. Don't let the shield slip. 

Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask. 

And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions 

You can hide, hide, hide, 

"I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five

..."

"Ta! You was unlucky there son"

"Time gentleman!"

Behind paranoid eyes. 

You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar. 

Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar, 

Laughing too loud at the rest of the world 

With the boys in the crowd 

You hide, hide, hide, 

Behind petrified eyes. 

You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory. 

Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age 

The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high. 

And you hide, hide, hide, 

Behind brown and mild eyes. 

"Oi!"

Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert.

(Waters)

"Oi...Get your filthy hands off my desert!"

"What 'e say?"

Brezhnev took Afghanistan. 

Begin took Beirut. 

Galtieri took the Union Jack. 

And Maggie, over lunch one day, 

Took a cruiser with all hands. 

Apparently, to make him give it back.

The Fletcher Memorial Home.

(Waters)

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere 

And build them a home, a little place of their own. 

The Fletcher Memorial 

Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. 

And they can appear to themselves every day 

On closed circuit T.V. 

To make sure they're still real. 

It's the only connection they feel. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig, 

Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisly, 

"Hello Maggie!" 

Mr. Brezhnev and party. 

"Who's the bald chap?" 

The ghost of McCarthy, 

The memories of Nixon. 

"Good-bye!" 

And now, adding color, a group of anonymous latin- 

American Meat packing glitterati. 

Did they expect us to treat them with any respect? 

They can polish their medals and sharpen their 

Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for awhile. 

Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead. 

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye 

With their favorite toys 

They'll be good girls and boys 

In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial 

Wasters of life and limb. 

Is everyone in? 

Are you having a nice time? 

Now the final solution can be applied.

Southampton Dock.

(Waters)

They disembarked in 45 

And no-one spoke and no-one smiled 

There were to many spaces in the line. 

Gathered at the cenotaph 

All agreed with the hand on heart 

To sheath the sacrificial Knifes. 

But now 

She stands upon Southampton dock 

With her handkerchief 

And her summer frock clings 

To her wet body in the rain. 

In quiet desperation knuckles 

White upon the slippery reins 

She bravely waves the boys Goodbye again. 

And still the dark stain spreads between 

His shoulder blades. 

A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves. 

And when the fight was over 

We spent what they had made. 

But in the bottom of our hearts 

We felt the final cut.

The Final Cut.

(Waters)

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes 

I can barely define the shape of this moment in time 

And far from flying high in clear blue skies 

I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide. 

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive 

And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes 

And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall, 

Dial the combination, open the priesthole 

And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall. 

There's a kid who had a big hallucination 

Making love to girls in magazines. 

He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith. 

Could anybody love him 

Or is it just a crazy dream? 

And if I show you my dark side 

Will you still hold me tonight? 

And if I open my heart to you 

And show you my weak side 

What would you do? 

Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone? 

Would you take the children away 

And leave me alone? 

And smile in reassurance 

As you whisper down the phone? 

Would you send me packing? 

Or would you take me home? 

Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings, 

Thought I oughta tear the curtain down. 

I held the blade in trembling hands 

Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang 

I never had the nerve to make the final cut. 

"Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen its a Ha Ha!"

Not Now John.

(Waters)

Fuck all that we've got to get on with these 

Gotta compete with the wily Japanese. 

There's too many home fires burning 

And not enough trees. 

So fuck all that 

We've go to get on with these. 

Can't stop 

Lose job 

Mind gone 

Silicon 

What bomb 

Get away 

Pay day 

Make hay 

Break down 

Need fix 

Big six 

Clickity click 

Hold on 

Oh no 

Brrrrrrrrrring bingo! 

Make 'em laugh. 

Make 'em cry. 

Make 'em dance in the aisles. 

Make 'em pay. 

Make 'em stay. 

Make'em feel ok. 

Not nah John 

We've got to get on with the film show. 

Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow. 

Who cares what it's about 

As long as the kids go? 

Not now John 

Got to get on with the show. 

Hang on John we've got to get on with this. 

I don't know what it is 

But it fits on here like..... 

Come at the end of the shift 

We'll go and get pissed. 

But now now John 

I've got to get on with this. 

Hold on John 

I think there's something good on. 

I used to read books but..... 

It could be the news 

Or some other abuse 

Or it could be reusable shows. 

Fuck all that we've got to get on with these 

Got to compete with the wily Japanese. 

No need to worry about the Vietnamese. 

Got to bring the Russian Bear to his knees. 

Well, maybe not the Russian Bear 

Maybe the Swedes. 

We showed Argentina 

Now let's go and show these. 

Make us feel tough 

And wouldn't Maggie be pleased? 

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah! 

"s'cusi dove il bar 

(What?) 

se para collo pou eine toe bar 

s'il vous plait ou est le bar 

(...say it in English!...) 

oi, where's the fucking bar John? 

(Oh, now you're talking!)" 

Oh! Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the day 

Down! 

Go, Maggie! 

Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, now!

Two Suns In The Sunset.

(Waters)

In my rear view mirror the sun is going down 

Sinking behind bridges in the road 

And I think of all the good things 

That we have left undone 

And I suffer premonitions 

Confirm suspicions 

Of the holocaust to come. 

The wire that holds the cork 

That keeps the anger in 

Gives way 

And suddenly it's day again. 

The sun is in the east 

Even though the day is done. 

Two suns in the sunset 

Hmmmmmmmmmm 

Could be the human race is run. 

Like the moment when the brakes lock 

And you slide towards the big truck 

"Oh no!"

"Daddy, Daddy!" 

You stretch the frozen moments with your fear. 

And you'll never hear their voices 

And you'll never see their faces 

You have no recourse to the law anymore. 

And as the windshield melts 

My tears evaporate 

Leaving only charcoal to defend. 

Finally I understand the feelings of the few. 

Ashes and diamonds 

Foe and friend 

We were all equal in the end. 

"...and now the weather. Tomorrow will be cloudy with scattered showers

spreading from the east ... with an expected high of 4000 degrees

Celsius"

Promo:

"there's a kid who had a big hallucination..."
Columbia Records.

Incluido en:

• 2007 Oh By The Way (Box Set).
• 2001 Discovery (Box Set).

Otras ediciones incluidas en este sitio:

⚫ L.P E.U • 2017 • Pink Floyd Records Ltd. • PFRLP12.

⚫ L.P U.S.A • 1ª Promocional • Columbia Records • QC 38243.

⚫ L.P U.S.A • 1ª Edición • Columbia Records • QC 38243.

⚫ L.P U.S.A • 2017 • Remastered • Pink Floyd Records • PFRLP12.

⚫ L.P Japón • 1ª Edición • CBS / Sony Records • 25AP 2410.

⚫ L.P Alemania • Harvest Records • 1C 064-65 042.

⚫ L.P Francia • 2ª Edición • Harvest Records • 2C 070-65042.

⚫ L.P Rusia • 1994 • AnTrop • П94 RAT 30737 (No oficial).

⚫ L.P Taiwán • 1ª Edición • White Star / Liming Records • LMSP-019.

💿 C.D U.K • 1ª Edición • Harvest Records • CDP 7 46129 2.

💿 C.D U.K • 2ª Edición • 1986 • Harvest Records • CDP 7 46129 2.

💿 C.D Europa • 1994 • Remaster • EMI Records • 7 24383 12422 0.

💿 C.D E.U • 2004 • Remastered • EMI Records • 7243 576 734 2 6.

💿 C.D E.U • 2007 • Oh By The Way Box Set • EMI Records • 5099951 111120.

💿 C.D U.S.A • 4ª Edición • Longbox • CBS Records • CK 38243.

💿 C.D U.S.A • 7ª Edicion • Longbox • Columbia Records • CK 38243.

💿 C.D U.S.A • 8ª Edición • Longbox • Columbia Records • CK 38243.

💿 C.D U.S.A • 1997 • Columbia Records • CK 68517.

💿 C.D U.S.A • 2004 • Capitol Records • 72435-76734-2-6.

💿 C.D U.S.A • 2011 • Discovery Box Set • Capitol Records • 50999 028956 2 8.

💿 C.D Japón • 1ª Edición • CBS-Sony Records • 35DP 53.

💿 C.D Japón • 2ª Edición • CBS-Sony Records • 32DP 364.

💿 C.D Japón • 2017 • Sony Music Labels, Inc. / Pink Floyd Records • SICP 5414.

💿 C.D Alemania • 1ª Edición • Harvest Records • CDP 7 46129 2.

💿 C.D Australia • 1ª Edición • CBS Records • CDCBS 25416.

💿 C.D Australia • 7ª Edición • 1997 • Columbia Records • 489107 2.

💿 C.D Canadá • 5ª Edición • CBS Records • VCK 38243.

💿 C.D Holanda • 2ª Edición • Harvest Records • CDP 7 46129 2.

💿 C.D Rusia • 1ª Edición • SBA / Gala Records • 50999606861 2.

🖭 KCT Holanda - 1ª Edición - EMI Records - 1C 264-65 042.

Bootlegs:

2018 The High Resolution Remasters.

Box set U.K • The Archives Records & Tapes • ART-83.

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