Pink Floyd Ilustrado: One Slip

Publicación: Junio.

Productores: Bob Ezrin, David Gilmour.

Mezcla: James Guthrie (track 3).

Track 3, grabado en vivo en: Omni, Atlanta, Georgia, 5 de noviembre de 1987.

Discográfica U.K: EMI Records.

N° de catalogo: CD EM 52.

Diseño de portada: Storm Thorgerson / Nexus.

Fotografía: George Silk, Time Life.

Studio tracks taken from the album 'A Momentary Lapse Of Reason' EMD 1003 / TCEMD 1003 / CDEMD 1003.

Tracks:

01 One Slip.
(Gilmour, Manzanera) 5:05
02 Terminal Frost.
(Gilmour) 6:16
03 The Dogs Of War (Live).
(Gilmour, Moore) 7:23

Tiempo total: 18:44 minutos.

C.D Single - Edición U.S.A:

Discográfica: EMI Records.

N° de catalogo: CD EM 52.

Contraportada.

Portada.

Disco.

Pink Floyd:

David Gilmour: Voz, guitarra.
Richard Wright: Teclados.
Nick Mason: Batería, percusión.

Otros músicos:

Jim Keltner: Batería.
Tony Levin: Bajo.
Jon Carin: Teclados.
Bob Ezrin: Teclados.
Michael Landau: Guitarras (One Slip).
Darlene Koldenhaven, Carmen Twillie, Phyllis St. James, Donnie Gerard: Coros.

Letras:

One Slip.
(Gilmour/Manzanera)

A restless eye across a weary room
A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin
The music played and played as we whirled without end
No hint, no word her honour to defend

I will, I will she sighed to my request
And then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test
Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire
I lead the way to the funeral pyre
And without a thought of the consequence
I gave in to my decadence

One slip, and down the hole we fall
It seems to take no time at all
A momentary lapse of reason
That binds a life for life
A small regret, you won't forget,
There'll be no sleep in here tonight

Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love?
Or was it the hand of fate, that seemed to fit just like a glove?
The moment slipped by and soon the seeds were sown
The year grew late and neither one wanted to remain alone

One slip, and down the hole we fall
It seems to take no time at all
A momentary lapse of reason
That binds a life for life
A small regret, you will never forget,
There'll be no sleep in here tonight.

Terminal Frost.
(Gilmour)

Instrumental.

The Dogs Of War.
(Gilmour/Moore)

Dogs of war and men of hate
With no cause, we don't discriminate
Discovery is to be disowned
Our currency is flesh and bone
Hell opened up and put on sale
Gather 'round and haggle
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
Even our masters don't know the web we weave

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world

Invisible transfers, long distance calls,
Hollow laughter in marble halls
Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
Has unleashed the dogs of war
You can't stop what has begun
Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion
We all have a dark side, to say the least
And dealing in death is the nature of the beast

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world

The dogs of war don't negotiate
The dogs of war won't capitulate,
They will take and you will give,
And you must die so that they may live
You can knock at any door,
But wherever you go, you know they've been there before
Well winners can lose and things can get strained
But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain.

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world.

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