Альбом Roger Waters

[Jim:] "This is K.A.O.S.
You and I are listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.
Let's go to the telephones now and take a request."
[Billy:] "Hello, I'm Billy."
[Jim:] "Yes?"
[Billy:] "I hear radio waves in my head."
[Jim:] "You hear radio waves in your head?
Ah! Is there a request that you have tonight for KAOS?"

Radio waves
Radio waves
He hears radio waves
Radio waves

The atmosphere is thin and cold
The yellow sun is getting old
The ozone overflows with radio waves

AM, FM, weather and news
Our leaders had a frank exchange of views
Are you confused, radio waves

Radio waves
Radio waves
AM radio waves
FM radio waves

Radio waves
Mind-numbing radio waves
Fish-stunning radio waves
Radio waves

Magic Billy in his wheel chair
Is picking up all this stuff in the air
Billy is face to face with outer space

Messages from distant stars
The local police calling all cars
Radio waves

Hear them radio waves
Radio waves
Jesus saves radio
Radio waves

Radio waves
AM radio waves
FM radio waves
All them radio waves

(Radio waves) Radio waves
(Radio waves) Radio waves
(Radio waves) He hears radio waves
(Radio waves)

(Radio waves) Radio waves
(Radio waves) Radio waves
(Radio waves) Hopeful radio waves
(Radio waves) Dopeful radio waves
(Radio waves) Russian radio waves
(Radio waves) Prussian radio waves
(Radio waves) Eastern radio waves
(Radio waves) Western radio waves
(Radio waves) Testing radio waves

One, two, one, two
Radio waves
Getting through to you
More code radio waves

Tobacco road radio waves
South to Paloma radio waves
Oklahoma City radio waves
Sitting pretty radio waves
Nitty-gritty radio waves
Radio waves
[Jim:] "Alright, that's a song called Radio Waves.
You are listening to KAOS
In Los Angeles and we've got Billy on the line."
[Billy:] "I'm from the valleys."

[Jim:] "You're from the valley?"
[Billy:] "No, Jim you schmuck, the Valleys, Wales; Male voice choirs"
[Jim:] "Wales! Now is this sperm or blue-tip?"
[Billy:] "Ha, ha, ha, ha. Very funny Jim."
[Jim:] "Sorry."
[Billy:] "Me and Benny went out."
[Jim:] "Who's Benny?"

Me and Benny went out last night
Looking for fun
Supping ale in the moonlight
Waiting for the dawn to come

Benny pointed at a HiFi shop
He said, "Hey man,
Look at all the stuff they've got."
How'd you make a have out of a have not

Who needs information
When you're working underground?
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds

Benny climbed up on a footbridge
And he teetered on the parapet
He said, "Can you see the whites of their headlights?
Are they coming yet?"

Who needs information
This high off the ground?
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds

Who needs information
When you're living in constant fear?
Just give me confirmation
There's some way out of here

Some way (out of here)
Some way (out of here)
Some way (out of here)
Some way (out of here)
Some way (out of here)
(Some way out)

Benny hefted a breeze block
And tried to let go
Got hung up on a tear drop
So me and Benny went home

Who needs information
When you're living in constant fear?
Just give me confirmation, yeah
There's some way out of here

(Some way) out of here
(Some way) out of here
(Some way) out of here
Some way (out of here)
Some way (out of here)
(Some way out)

Who needs information, yeah
When you're living on borrowed time?
Just give me confirmation
There will be a winner this time

Who needs information
When you're working underground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds

Who needs
Who needs
Who needs information
This high off the ground
Just give me confirmation
We could win a million pounds

[Jim:] "Um. (lights a cigarette)
So your brother's in jail?"

You wake up in the morning
Get something for the pot
Wonder why the sun makes the rocks feel hot
Draw on the walls
Eat, get laid
Back in the good old days

Then some damn fool invents the wheel
Listen to the whitewalls squeal
You spend all day looking for a parking spot
Nothing for the heart
Nothing for the pot

Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio
Oh, how he wanted to talk to the people
He wanted his own show
Tune in Moscow
Tune in New York
Listen to the Welsh kid talk
Communicating like in the good old days
Forgive me father for I have sinned

It was either me or him
And a voice said, "Benny
You fucked the whole thing up
Benny your time is up
Your time is up."

Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio
He wanted to talk to the people
He wanted his own show
Tune in Moscow
Tune in New York
Listen to the Welsh kid talk

Communicating like the good old days, the good old days
Forgive me Father
[Welsh Policeman:] "Mobile One Two to Central."
For I have sinned
[Welsh Policeman:] "We have a multiple on the A465
between Cwmbran and Cylgoch."

Father it was either me or him
Father can we turn back the clock?
[Welsh Policeman:] "Ambulance, over."
I never meant to drop the concrete block
[Welsh Policeman:] "Roger central, over and out."

Benny turned the dial on his Short Wave radio
He wanted to talk to the people
He wanted his own show
Tune in Moscow
Tune in New York
Listen to the Welsh kid talk
Just like in the good old days
The good old days

[Radio announcer:] "Do you really think Iranian terrorists
Would have taken Americans hostage
If Ronald Reagan were president?
Do you really think the Russians
Would have invaded Afghanistan
If Ronald Reagan were president?
Do you really think third-rate military
Dictators would laugh at America
And burn our flag in contempt
If Ronald Reagan were president?"
[Concerned Citizen:] "Well, it might work!"
[Hostage:] "We as a group do most importantly
Want to beseech President Reagan
And our fellow Americans
To refrain from any form of military
Or violent means as an attempt
No matter how noble or heroic
To secure our freedom."
[Concerned Citizen:] "Sure!
Only it's going to be mighty dangerous
For you, Cassidy
Hoppy's faithful sidekick
Guess you don't know Hopalong Cassidy, mister.
Adventure's his bread
Excitement's his butter
And danger
Why to him that's like
Strawberry jam to top it off."
[Jim:] "This is some live rock and roll at KAOS
Where rock and roll comes out of chaos
And a song called..."

(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)

They like a tough game, no rules
Some you win, some you lose
Competition's good for you
They're dying to be free
They're the powers that be

They like a bomb proof cadillac
Air conditioned, gold taps
Back seat gun rack
Platinum hub caps
They pick horses for courses
They're the market forces
(background : Nice car Jack)

They like order, make-up
Lime light power
Game shows, rodeos
Star wars, TV
They're the powers that be
If you see them come

You better run
Run
You better run on home
You better run
Run
You better run on home

Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera right now
They say the toothless get ruthless
You better run on home (home)

You better run
Run
You better run on home

(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)
(The powers that be)

They like treats, tricks
Carrots and sticks
They like fear and loathing
They like sheep's clothing

And blacked-out vans
(Blacked-out vans
Contingency plans
They like death or glory
They love a good story)
They love a good story

Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera state
They say the toothless get ruthless
Run home before its too late

You better run
Run
You better run on home
You better run
Run
You better run on home
You better run
Run
You better run on home
You better run
Run
You better run on home
You better run
Run
You better run on home
You better run
Run
Yeah, you better run on home
You better run

[Billy:] "Goodnight, Jim."
[Jim:] "Goodnight, Billy."
[Uncle David's Great Dane:] "Woof, woof, woof!"
[Paraquat Kelly:] "Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink snapper
And your Pacific coastal trench hosemonster fish."
[Cynthia Fox:] "Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports
Forty under the console giggle stick ling cod
Twenty-three purple perches
Four sledgehammerhead sharks
And what a surprise
Eightyfour crabs, and no red snappers."
[Paraquat Kelly:] "Hey, and that'll do for the triumphant return
Of the fish report with a beat."
[Jim:] "We think of it as Main Street
But to the rest of the country, it's Sunset Strip
You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles."

I like staying with my Uncle Dave
And I like playing with his great dane
But I don't fit
I feel alien and strange
Kinda outta range

I like riding in my Uncle's car
Down to the beach where the pretty girls all parade
And movie stars and paparazzi play
The Charles Atlas kicking sand in the face game

And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
There's a blood red dragon on a field of green
Calling me back
Back to the Black Hills again
(Ooh, ooh, Billy come home)

Billy is searching for his native land
Flicking through the stations with the dial in his head
Picking up (background: static)
And a male voice choir on the short wave band

Billy taps out Jim's number on the phone
Sits shaking as he waits for Jim's answering tone
Come on my friend, speak to me please
The land of my fathers is calling to me

And I sit in the canyon with my back to the sea
There's a blood red dragon on a field of green
Calling me back
Back to the Black Hills again
(Ooh, ooh) Billy come home
Come on home

He sits in the canyon with his back to the sea
Sees a blood red dragon on a field of green
He hears a male voice choir singing
Billy come home
(Billy, Billy, come home)
Come on home

[Californian Weirdo:] "I don't like fish."
[Californian Weirdo:] "I don't like fish."

[Jim:] "You are listening to KAOS here in Los Angeles."
[Californian Weirdo:] "I don't like fish."
[Jim:] "Yes, we've established that.
Ah! Do you have a request?"
[Californian Weirdo:] "Shell fish, guppy
Shrimp and crab and lobster, flounder
I hate fish, but I think most of all
I hate fresh fish like trout
I hate fresh trout
My least-hated, favourite fish would be sole
That way you don't have to see the eyes
Sole has no eyes."
[Jim:] "Oh no!"
[Woman:] "I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog."
[Jim:] "Thank you."
[Woman:] "I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog
I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog
I'd like to be home with my monkey and my dog
I'd like to be home with my monkey..."
[Jim:] "I don't care. Shut up. Play the record."

[Jim:] "Oh, God!"
[Californian Weirdo:] "Sole has no eyes."

Could be Jerusalem
Or it could be Cairo
Could be Berlin
Or it could be Prague
Could be Moscow
Could be New York
Could be Llanelli
And it could be Warrington

Could be Warsaw
And it could be Moose Jaw
Could be Rome
Everybody got somewhere they call home

When they overrun the defences
A minor invasion put down to expenses
Will you go down to the airport lounge

Will you accept your second class status
A nation of waitresses and waiters
Will you mix their martinis
Will you stand still for it
Or will you take to the hills

It could be clay and it could be sand
Could be desert
Could be a tract of arable land
Could be a house
Could be a corner shop

Could be a cabin by a bend in the river
Could be something your old man handed down
Could be something you built on your own
Everybody got something he calls home

When the cowboys and Arabs draw down
On each other at noon
In the cool dusty air of the city boardroom
Will you stand by a passive spectator
Of the market dictators

Will you discreetly withdraw
With your ear pressed to the boardroom door
Will you hear when the lion within you roars
Will you take to the hills

(Oh, will you stand
Will you stand for it
Oh, will you hear when the lion within you roars)

Could be your father
And it could be your mother
Could be your sister
Could be your brother

Could be a foreigner
Could be a Turk
Could be someone out looking for work

Could be a king
Could be the Aga khan
Could be a Vietnam vet with no arms and no legs
Could be a saint
Could be a sinner
Could be a loser
Or it could be a winner

Could be a banker
Could be a baker
Could be a Laker
Could be Kareem Abdul Jabar

Could be a male voice choir
Could be a lover
Could be a fighter

Could be a super heavyweight (ooh)
Or it could be something lighter
Could be a cripple
Could be a freak
Could be a wop, gook, geek
Could be a cop
Could be a thief

Could be a family of ten living in one room on relief
Could be our leaders in their concrete tombs
With their tinned food and their silver spoons
Could be the pilot with God on his side

Could be the kid in the middle of the bomb sight
Could be a fanatic
Could be a terrorist
Could be a dentist
Could be a psychiatrist

Could be humble
Could be proud
Could be a face in the crowd

Could be the soldier in the white cravat
Who turns the key in spite of the fact
That this is the end of the cat and mouse
Who dwelt in the house
Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt
The house that Jack built
Where the laughter rang and the tears were spilt
The house that Jack built

Bang, bang, shoot, shoot
White gloved thumb
Lord thy will be done
He was always a good boy, his mother said
He'll do his duty when he's grown
Yeah, everybody's got someone they call home

[Billy:] "Four minutes and counting."
[Jim:] "O.K."
[Billy:] "They pressed the button, Jim."
[Jim:] "They pressed the button Billy, what button?"
[Billy:] "The big red one."
[Jim:] "You mean THE button?"
[Billy:] "Goodbye, Jim."
[Jim:] "Goodbye!
Oh yes
This ain't au revoir, it's goodbye!
Ha! Ha!
This is KAOS
It's a beautiful, balmy
Southern California summer day
It's 80 degrees...
I said balmy...
I could say bomby
Ha! Ha!
O.K.
I'm Jim and this is Radio KAOS
And with only four minutes left to us
Let's use this as wisely as possible....
([Molly:] Everybody got someone they call home)
Out at Dodger Stadium
It's the bottom of the seventh
The Dodgers are leading three to nothing over the Giants
And for those of you who are looking to go surfing tomorrow
Too bad
(Telephone rings)
I'm kinda lost in here to tell you the truth
O.K., good
Ladies and gentlemen
If the reports that we are getting are correct
This could be it
Billy, if you're listening to me
Please call now."

After a near miss on a plane
You swear you'll never fly again
After the first kiss when you make up
You swear you'll never break up again

And when you've just run a red light
Sit shaking under the street light
You swear to yourself
You'll never drink and drive again

(Sometimes I feel like going home)
You swear you'll never let things go by again
(Sometimes I miss the rain and snow)
And you'll never toe the party line again
And when the east wind blows
Sometimes I feel like going home

[Jim:] "Billy, if you are listening, please call."
[Californian Weirdo:] "Sole has no eyes."

[Molly:] "Goodbye little spy in the sky
They say that cameras don't lie
Am I happy
Am I sad
Am I good
Am I bad?"

[Jim:] "Billy, if you're listening, please call."
[Californian Weirdo:] "Sole has no eyes
Sole has no eyes."
[Billy:] "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."
[Margaret Thatcher:] "Our own independent nuclear deterrent
Has helped to keep the peace."
[Billy:] "Six, five four, three..."
[Ordinary Person:] "...you've go a job..."
[Billy:] "Two, one..."
[Margaret Thatcher:] "For nearly forty years"
[Jim:] "Goodbye Billy."

I used to think the world was flat
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning

Used to look in on the children at night
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning

But ooh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning

Satellite buzzing through the endless night
Exclusive to moonshots and the world title fights
Jesus Christ, imagine what it must be earning

Who is the strongest, who is the best
Who holds the aces, the East or the West
This is the crap that our children are learning

But ooh, the tide is turning
(Ooh) The tide is turning
The tide is turning
(Ooh, the tide is turning)

Now the satellite's confused
'Cause on Saturday night
The airwaves were full of compassion and light
And his silicon heart warmed to the sight
Of a billion candles burning

(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
The tide is turning Billy

I'm not saying the battle is won
But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
Wrested technology's sword from the hands of the warlords

Ooh, the tide is turning
Ooh, the tide is turning
The tide is turning Sylvester

(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)
(Ooh, the tide is turning)

[Morse Code:] "That's it!
Now the past is over but you are not alone
Together we'll fight Sylvester Stallone
We will not be dragged down in his South China Sea
Of macho bullshit and mediocrity"