In The Flesh - Roger Waters

 Publicación: 5 de diciembre, 2000.

Producción y mezcla: James Guthrie.
Grabación en vivo en: Rose Garden Arena, Portland, Oregon (junio 27, 2000); America West Arena, Phoenix, Arizona (junio 16, 2000); MGM Grand Arena, Las Vegas, Nevada (junio 17, 2000) y Verizon Wireless Amphitheatre, Irvine, California (junio 24, 2000).
Grabado en: Le Mobile por James Guthrie, Guy Charbonneau y Charlie Bouis con Ted Barela, Ian Charbonneau y Joel Plante.
Mezclado en: das boot recording.
Ingeniero asistente: Joel Plante.
Digital masonry: Christopher Brooks y Rick Hart.
Materizado: Doug Sax.
En: das boot recording.
Discográfica U.K: Columbia Records.
N° de catalogo: 501137 2.
Discográfica U.S.A: Columbia Records.
N° de catalogo: C2K 85235.
Diseño de portada: Chris Hudson para Hudson Wright Limited.
Fotografía: Neal Preston & Jimmy Lenner Jr.
Notas: Roger Waters hablando con Nick Sedgwick.

Agradecimiento a Vertigo Recording Services, Mana Acoustics, QSound™

Management: Marck Fenwick, MFM Ltd.


Tracks:

Disco 1.

01 In The Flesh.
(Waters)   4:41
02 The Happiest Days Of Our Lives.
(Waters)   1:34
03 Another Brick In The Wall, Part II.
(Waters)   5:53
04 Mother.
(Waters)   5:37
05 Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert.
(Waters)   0:56
06 Southampton Dock.
(Waters)   2:15
07 Pigs On The Wing, Part 1.
(Waters)   1:18
08 Dogs.
(Waters/Gilmour)   16:26
09 Welcome To The Machine.
(Waters)   6:57
10 Wish You Were Here.
(Gilmour/Waters)   4:54
11 Shine On You Crazy Diamond, Pts. I–VIII.
(Gilmour/Waters/Wright)   14:42
12 Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun.
(Waters)   7:15

Disco 2.

01 Breathe (In The Air).
(Gilmour/Waters/Wright)   3:22
02 Time.
(Gilmour/Mason/Waters/Wright)   6:24
03 Money.
(Waters)   6:11
04 Pros And Cons Of Hitch Hiking, Part 11 (AKA 5:06 AM – Every Strangers' Eyes).
(Waters)   5:19
05 Perfect Sense (Parts 1 and 2).
(Waters)   7:26
06 The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range.
(Waters)   5:05
07 It's A Miracle.
(Waters)   8:12
08 Amused To Death.
(Waters)   9:24
09 Brain Damage.
(Waters)   4:07
10 Eclipse.
(Waters)   2:18
11 Comfortawbly Numb.
(Gilmour/Waters)   8:10
12 Each Small Candle.
(Waters-Halfdan Rasmussen)   9:18

Tiempo total: 147:35 minutos.

Compact Disc - Edición U.K:

Discográfica: Columbia Records.

N° de catalogo: 501137 2.

 Portada.

 Contraportada.

 Interior.

 Disco 1.

 Disco 2.

 Booklet.

 Booklet.

 Booklet.

 Booklet.

 Booklet.

 Booklet.

 Booklet.

 Booklet.

 Booklet.

 Booklet.

 Booklet.

Booklet.

Roger Waters:

Voz, bajo, acústica y guitarra eléctrica.

Músicos:

Andy Fairweather Low - Guitarras, bajo, voz.

Snowy White - Guitarras.

Doyle Bramhall II - Guitarras, coros, voz (Dogs, Breathe (In The Air), Time, Money, Comfortably Numb).

Andy Wallace - Teclados, órgano Hammond.

Jon Carin - Teclados, lap steel, programación, guitarra acústica, voz (Dogs, Breathe (In The Air).

Graham Broad - Batería, percusión.

PP Arnold - Coros, voz (Perfect Sense I & II).

Katie Kissoon - Coros, voz (Mother).

Susannah Melvoin - Coros.

Norbert Stachel - Saxofón tenor y soprano.

Letras:

In The Flesh.

(Waters)

Einse, svei, drei, alle!

So ya thought ya

Might like to go to the show

To feel the warm thrill of confusion

That space cadet glow

I got some bad news for you, Sunshine

Pink isn't well

He stayed back at the hotel

And they've sent us along as a surrogate band

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

Are there any queers in the theatre tonight?

Get 'em up against the wall.

There's one in the spotlight

Now he don't look right to me

Get him up against the wall.

And that one looks Jewish

And that one's a coon

Who let all this riffraff into the room?

There's one smoking a joint

And that one's got spots

If I had my way

I'd have all of ya shot.

The Happiest Days Of Our Lives.

(Waters)

You! Yes you! Stand still laddy!

When we grew up and went to school

There were certain teachers

Who would hurt the children any way they could

By pouring their derision upon anything we did

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 2)

(Waters)

We don't need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teacher, leave them kids alone

Hey, Teacher! Leave them kids alone.

All in all you're just another brick in the wall

All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

We don't need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teachers, leave them kids alone

Hey, Teacher! Leave us kids alone.

All in all you're just another brick in the wall

All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

We don't need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teachers, leave them kids alone

Hey, Teacher! Leave us kids alone.

All in all you're just another brick in the wall

All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

"Thank you. Good evening. Welcome." 

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?

Is it just a waste of time?

Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry

Momma's gonna make all of your nightmares come true

Momma's gonna put all of her fears into you

Momma's gonna keep you right here under her wing

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

Momma's gonna keep Baby cozy and warm.

Oooo Babe

Oooo Babe

Ooo Babe, of course Momma's gonna help build the wall

Mother, do you think she's good enough

For me?

Mother, do you think she's dangerous

To me?

Momma, will she tear your little boy apart?

Mother, will she break my heart?

Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry

Momma's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you

Momma won't let anyone dirty get through

Momma's gonna wait up until you get in

Momma will always find out where you've been

Momma's gonna keep Baby healthy and clean.

Oooo Babe

Oooo Babe

Ooo Babe, you'll always be Baby to me.

Mother, did it need to be so high? 

Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert.

(Waters)

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

"What 'e say?"

Brezhnev took Afghanistan

And 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

Ooo, Maggie what have you done? 

Southampton Dock.

(Waters)

They disembarked in 45

And no one spoke

And no one smiled

There were too many spaces in the line

And gathered at the cenotaph

They all agreed with hand on heart

To sheath the sacrificial knives

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.

Ooo, Maggie what have you done?

And still the dark stain spreads between

Their shoulder blades

A mute reminder

Of the poppy fields and graves

When the fight was over

We spent what they had made

But.

In the bottom of our hearts

We felt the final cut.

Pigs On The Wing (Part 1).

(Waters)

If you didn't care

What happened to me

And I didn't care

For you

We would zig-zag our way through the boredom and pain

Occasionally glancing up through the rain

Wondering which of the buggers to blame

And watching for pigs on the wing.

Dogs.

(Waters/Gilmour)

You got to be crazy

You gotta have a real need

You gotta sleep on your toes

When you're on the street

Got to be able to pick out the easy meat

With your eyes closed

Then moving in silently

Down wind and out of sight

You've gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while

You can work on points for style

Like the club tie

And the firm handshake

A certain look in the eye and the easy smile

You have to be trusted

By the people that you lie to

So that when they turn their backs on you

You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye

Looking over your shoulder

You know, it's going to get harder

Harder and harder

As you get older

Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up and fly down south

Hide your head in the sand

Just another sad old man

All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control

You'll reap the harvest you have sown

And as the fear grows

The bad blood slows and turns to stone

And it's too late to lose the weight

You used to need to throw around

So have a good drown

As you go down

All alone

Dragged down by the stone.

Gotta admit

That I'm a little bit confused

Sometimes it seems to me

As if I'm just being used

Gotta stay awake

Gotta try and shake off

This creeping malaise

If I don't stand my own ground

How can I find my way out of this maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind

You just keep on pretending

That everyone's expendable

And no one has a real friend

And it seems to you the thing to do

Would be to isolate the winner

And everything's done under the sun

And you believe at heart everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain

Who was trained not to spit in the fan

Who was told what to do by the man

Who was broken by trained personnel

Who was fitted with collar and chain

Who was given a pat on the back

Who was breaking away from the pack

Who was only a stranger at home

Who was ground down in the end

Who was found dead on the phone

Who was dragged down by the stone

Who was dragged down by the stone-

Welcome To The Machine.

(Waters)

Welcome my son

Welcome to the machine

Where have you been?

It's alright we know where you've been

You've been in the pipeline

Filling in time

Provided with toys and scouting for boys

You bought a guitar to punish your ma

And you didn't like school

And you know you're nobody's fool

So welcome to the machine

Welcome to the machine.

Welcome my son

Welcome to the machine

What did you dream?

It's alright we told you what to dream

You dreamed of a big star

He played a mean gituar

And he always ate in the steak bar

And he loved to drive in his Jaguar

So welcome to the Machine.

Wish You Were Here.

(Gilmour/Waters)

So, so you think you can tell

Heaven from Hell

Blue skys from pain

Can you tell a green field

From a cold steel rail?

A smile from a veil?

Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade

Your heroes for ghosts?

Hot ashes for trees?

And hot air for a cool breeze?

Cold comfort for change?

And did you exchange

A walk on part in the war

For a lead role in a cage?

How I wish

How I wish you were here

We're just two lost souls

Swimmin' in a fish bowl

Year after year

Running over the same old ground

What have we found?

The same old fears

And I wish that you were here.

Oh, how I wish you were here

How I wish

How I wish you were here

Running over the same old ground

What have we found?

The same old fears

And I wish that you were here.

"Thank you. I wish they were here."

Shine On You Crazy Diamond (Parts 1-8).

(Gilmour/Waters/Wright)

Remember when you were young

You shone like the sun

Shine on you crazy diamond

Now there's a look in your eyes

Like black holes in the sky

Shine on you crazy diamond

You were caught in the crossfire

Of childhood and stardom

Blown on the steel breeze

Come on you target for faraway laughter

Come on you stranger

You legend

You martyr

And shine.

You reached for the secret too soon

You cried for the moon

Shine on you crazy diamond

Threatened by shadows at night

And exposed in the light

Shine on you crazy diamond

Well, you wore out your welcome

With random percision

Rode on the steel breeze

Come on you raver

You seer of visions

Come on you painter

You piper

You prisoner

And shine.

Nobody knows where you are

How near or how far

Shine on you crazy diamond

Pile on many more years

And I'll be joining you there

Shine on you crazy diamond

And we'll bask in the shadow

Of yesterday's triumph

Sail on the steel breeze

Come on you boy child

You winner and loser

Come on you miner for truth and delusion

And shine.

Set The Controls For The Heart Of The Sun.

(Waters)

Little by little the night turns around

Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn

Lotuses lean on each other in yearning

Under the eaves the swallow is resting

Set the controls for the heart of the sun.

Over the mountain

Watching the watcher

Breaking the darkness

Waking the grapevine

Knowledge of love is knowledge of shadow

Love is the shadow that ripens the wine

Set the controls for the heart of the sun

The heart of the sun

The heart of the sun.

Witness the man who waves at the wall

Making the shape of his question to heaven

Whether the sun will fall in the evening

Will he remember the lesson of giving?

Set the controls for the heart of the sun

The heart of the sun

The heart of the sun.

Breathe (In The Air).

(Gilmour/Waters/Wright)

Breathe, breathe in the air

Don't be afraid to care

Leave, but don't leave me

Look around

Choose your own ground.

For long you live and high you fly

And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry

And all you touch and all you see

Is all your life will ever be.

Run, rabbit run

Dig that hole, forget the sun

And when at last the work is done

Don't sit down

It's time to dig another one.

For long you live and high you fly

But only if you ride the tide

Balanced on the biggest wave

You race towards an early grave.

Time.

(Gilmour/Mason/Waters/Wright)

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way.

Tired of lying in the sunshine

Staying home to watch the rain

And you are young and life is long

And there is time to kill today

And then one day you find

Ten years have got behind you

No one told you when to run

You missed the starting gun.

And you run, and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking

And racing around to come up behind you again

And the sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older

Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.

Every year is getting shorter

Never seem to find the time

Plans that either come to nought

Or half a page of scribbled lines

Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way

The time is gone

The song is over

Thought I'd something more to say.

Home, home again

I like to be here when I can

And when I come home cold and tired

It's good to warm my bones beside the fire

Far away, across the field

The tolling of the iron bell

Calls the faithful to their knees

To hear the softly spoken magic spell.

Money.

(Waters)

Money

Get away

Get a good job with good pay and you're okay.

Money

It's a gas

Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash

New car, caviar, four star daydream

Think I'll buy me a football team.

Money

Get back

But I'm all right Jack

Keep your hands off of my stack.

Money

It's a hit

But don't give me that do goody good bullshit

I'm in the high-fidelity, first class, travelling set

I think I need a Lear jet.

Money

It's a crime

Share it fairly

But don't take a slice of my pie.

Money

So they say

Is the root of all evil today

But if you ask for a raise

It's no surprise that they're giving none away.

Pros And Cons Of Hitch Hiking, Part 11 (AKA 5:06 AM – Every Strangers' 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.

Perfect Sense (Parts 1 & 2).

(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.

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.

We play the game

With the bravery of being out of range.

It's A Miracle.

(Waters)

Miraculous you call it babe

You ain't seen nothing yet

They've got Pepsi in the Andes

They've got 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

It's a miracle

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

And a farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan.

It's a miracle

It's a miracle

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 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.

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.

Ooooh western woman

Ooooh 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.

Ooooh western woman

Ooooh 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?' 

En el 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?"

Alf Razzell: "Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be a year,

ninetee...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four."

Brain Damage.

(Waters)

The lunatic is on the grass

The lunatic is on the grass

Remembering games

And daisy chains and laughs

Got to keep the loonies on the path.

The lunatic is in the hall

The lunatics are in my hall

The paper holds their folded faces to the floor

And every day the paper boy brings more.

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon

And if there is no room upon the hill

And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

The lunatic is in my head

The lunatic is in my head

You raise the blade

You make the change

And you rearrange me 'till I'm sane

You lock the door

And throw away the key

And there's someone in my head, but it's not me.

And if the cloud bursts thunder in your ear

You shout and no one seems to hear

And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes

I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.

Eclipse.

(Waters)

All that you touch

And all that you see

All that you taste

And all you feel

All that you love

And all that you hate

All you distrust

And all you save

And all that you give

And all that you deal

And all that you buy,

Beg, borrow or steal

And all you create

And all you destroy

And all that you do

And all that you say

And all that you eat

And everyone you meet

And all that you slight

And everyone you fight

And all that is now

And all that is gone

And all that's to come

And everything under the sun is in tune

But the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

"Thank you. Well, thank you! Thank you" 

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 the pain

And get you on your feet again

Relax

I 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's smoke on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'

When I was a child I had a fever

My hands felt just like two balloons

Now I've got that feeling once again

I can't explain, you would not understand

This is not how I am

I have become comfortably numb

I have become comfortably numb.

Ok

Just a little pinprick

There'll be no more --Aaaaaahhhhh!

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's smoke on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move but I can't hear what you're sayin'

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.

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 hurled

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

To kneel by her side.

He gives her water

Binds her wounds

And calms the crying child

A touch gives absolution then

Across the great divide

He picks his way back through the broken

China of her life

And there at the curb

The samaritan Serb turns and waves ... goodbye.

And each small candle

Lights a corner of the dark

Each small candle

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 tide rolls into greet them

And the natural law of science

Greets the humble and the mighty

And the billion candles burning

Lights the dark side of every human mind.

Each small candle

Each small candle

Each small candles lights the dark side of every human mind

And each small candle

Lights a corner... of the dark.

Video:

Portada DVD.