Vinyl Single 7" - EMI Records - EM 34.
1987 - U.K.
Back cover
On The Turning Away (Album Version)
Label side A
Run Like Hell (live)
Label side 2
Liner notes:
ON THE TURNING AWAY
D Gilmour / A Moore
Produced by Bob Ezrin and David Gilmour
Taken from the album A Momentary Lapse of Reason
LP: EMD 1003 Cassette: TC EMD 1003 Compact Disc: CD EMD 1003
RUN LIKE HELL (LIVE VERSION)
D Gilmour / R Waters
Mixed by James Guthrie and David Gilmour
Recorded by David Hewitt
Engineering Associate: Ringo Hyrcynn
Recorded Live in Atlanta November 5 1987
Sleeve Design and Photography: Nexus, Storm Thorgerson.
Gary Compton, Janet Cable
EMI ℗ 1987 Original Sound Recordings made by Pink Floyd Music Ltd. under exclusive license to EMI Records Ltd.
© 1987 Pink Floyd Music Ltd. under exclusive license to EMI Records Ltd.
Pink Floyd
David Gilmour: Guitars, vocals, sequencers.
Nick Mason: Drums, percussion.
Richard Wright: Hammond organ, piano, backing vocals.
Other musicians
Tony Levin: Bass.
Jim Keltner: Drums.
Jon Carin: Synthesizer.
Lyrics:
On The Turning Away.
(Gilmour/Moore)
On The Turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerized as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?
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!
"Hammer, Hammer"
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