Альбом Roger Waters

So long child, I'm on my way
And after all is done, after all is done
Don't be down, it's all in the past
Though you may be afraid

So long child, it's awful dark
And I've never felt the sun
I dread to think of when
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows

Life burns a savage wound, angry and wrong
Trusting a twisted word, you'll run, run away
You'll take him home
You'll spit and taunt him
But they won't believe you
No matter what you'll say

So long child, it's awful dark
I never felt the sun
I dread to think of when
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows
When the wind blows

If all the food
The warsmen ate was sent around the world
Noone would have to work
A single day

If all the money
In the banks was left to boy and girl
Noone could then complain
About their pay

Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Filling up the pages every day
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Spilling out of papers every day

Upon the roads
The accidents
They rob us of the few
Wars
They take away so many more

As long as we don't know them
They remain upon the page
It's the history book picture
That you saw

Facts and figures
Facts and figures


Filling up the pages every day
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Spilling out of papers every day

Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Right or wrong is difficult to say
'Cause everybody knows
The way that the wind blows
Facts and figures can be friends or foes

Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Right or wrong is difficult to say
'Cause everybody knows
The way that the wind blows
Facts and figures can be friends or foes

So try to keep your fingers crossed
When listening for the bell
So facts and figures don't catch you as well
So facts and figures don't catch us as well
So facts and figures don't catch us as well
So facts and figures don't catch us as well
So facts and figures don't catch us as well

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The wind blows the ash to the furnaceThe steel men are sitting at homeAnd the video gameCan't replace the flameThat once burned all day on the coal
The wind blows along in the gutterIn a rush to get out of the townWhere the row of shops is sold up in lotsDevelopers bought the whole townAnd in the place is a pile of bricksWhere children play with sticks and stonesWhat have they doneWhat have they doneWhat have they doneWhat have they done
The sunshine is bright on the ranadaWhere I once saw the film ??if??Now they all stand in lineFor it's bingo tonightNo more films with Malcom Bo??d???

The cranes on the dock are redundantStanding so tall in the skyShuffling trolleys and docksIn around in the mudThe dockman has a tear is his eyeAnd in his hand is a pint of beerNo more dock sheds are here to runWhat have they doneWhat have they doneWhat have they doneWhat have they done
What have they doneWhat have they doneWhat have they doneWhat have they doneWhat have they doneWhat have theyWhat have they doneWhat have they doneWhat have theyWhat have they done

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Note: This song appears to be about 3 seconds long

(Russian's speaking over radio)

(Instrumental)

Ooooh, the lonely boys
In their towers of faith
Ooooh, the lonely boys
Locked in their towers of faith

The prophet reclined
On the Golan Heights

Ohhh, the lonely boys

He said, this land is my land
To the Shiites

Ooooh, the lonely boys

And Jehova looked up from the sea of Galilee beneath
He said, I see you, you thief

This land is my land
And this sand is my sand
And this band is my band
Oh the lonely boys
Lookin' over their shoulder
Checkin out every boulder in the park
Where the gates are closed from hate
After dark

And the Pope rolled up in his armored van
He fell on his knees and kissed the land
He said something that I did not understand
It was in polish
Then up stepped an aide
He said, I will translate
Here is what His Holiness said:
'I am the Chief Jesuit.'
'This land is Jesus' land.'
'And that is all'
'All that there is to it.'
Hail Mary
Mother of God

And in New York City
The business man in his mohair suit
In the world trade center
Puffs on his cheroot
And he said,
Well I don't care who owns the desert sands
My brief
Is with the hydrocarbons underneath
And the sea of battle rages
Around the ancient tombs
And mother nature licks her wounds
And the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith
Who are nervous in the park
When the gates are closed after dark

Ooooh, the lonely boys
In their towers of faith
Ooooh, the lonely boys
Locked in their towers of faith

Radio: "Radio Four, with the news at 1 o'clock this Thursday
lunchtime. The Prime Minister, speaking a few minutes ago in the
House of Commons, has warned that the international situation is
deteriorating rapidly and that war could break out at any time in the
next two or three days."

Man: "This is it! This is really it!"

Woman: "I shouldn't worry too much, it'll probably all blow over."

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Hilda: "It's funny to think there's no shelters this time. We had an old Anderson in the garden. I can see it now! We have stertians growing all over it, and we painted the front green. Painted it looked quite pretty! Next door grew cabbages on theirs."

Jim: "Yeah. We had a Morrison. Mmm, I used to sleep in it. I stuck pin-up girls all over the inside. Betty Grabel, Ann Shelton, Tricia Rock. The roof got all smoky 'cos I used to read in bed with a candle."

Hilda: "Yes, it was nice at the war really. The shelters, the blackouts, cups of tea."

Jim: "The A.R.P., the evacuees, London kids seeing cows for the first time."

Hilda: "Old Churchill on the wires!"

Jim: "Those were the days."

"Three four five"
"Three four five, Sir"
"Steady as she goes"
"Steady as she goes, Sir" "??"
Instrumental

Radio: "An enemy missile attack has been launched against this
country. It is estimated that the missiles will arrive in
approximately three minutes."
Man: "God, almighty, there's only three minutes to go!"
Woman: "Okay, I'll just get the washing in."
Man: "Shut up! I'm trying to listen!"
Radio: "Stay indoors."
Woman: "Oh, dear, I've left the oven on."
Man: "Get in! Get in! Get in!"
Woman: "The cake will be burned!"

Man: "Blimey! I...I suppose...that was it."
Woman: "Wasn't it light?"
Man: "Yea, terrific. You--you get terrific light with those bombs.
Listen! A dog!"

Woman: "What does the fallout look like, dear?"

Man: "Fallout? The government director neglected to mention what it
would look like. I expect it would look a bit like snow does, only
gray. Very quiet. I expect they're all are having a good lie-in
after the bombing."

Woman: "Terrible smell of burning."
Man: "Well, yes. Well there's bound to be. That's logical..."
Woman: "It's like...roast meat."
Man: "Yes, it does. I expect everybody will be having their Sunday
dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances..."

Man: "A cloud coming up. Looks like rain. We'll be alright for
water now for a while, my dear."
Woman: "Do you think rainwater is alright to drink?"
Man: "Well, yes, of course it is. There's nothing purer than
rainwater, is there? Everybody knows that."

Woman: "Oh, look! My hair's coming out."

Man: "I shall hear no evil...and thou shalt accompany me all the
days--all the days of my life...uh...lay me down in--in--in green
pastures..I...I don't know anymore..."
Woman: "That was nice, really. Lay me down in green pastures--"
Man: "Oooh yes, yes...enter the valley of the shadow of death..."
Woman: "no more, now...no more..."
Man: "rode the six hundred"

Rock a bye baby
On the tree top
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
And babe, hate to see you fall that way
Better speak to the palace than to be today

Hey Joe, where you goin'
With that gun in your hand?
You can take your revenge
But you'll still feel bad
There must be more to life than lucky strikes
And some unlucky ones
And folded flags and pipes
And drums

I stood in the wings with you
Our lives in the hands of a second-rate actor
Holding the high ground
On some old stage
And babe, how do these cheated stores get so far away
Will they catch you at the bottom

Hey Joe, where you goin'
With that dogma in your head?
You can prove your point,
But your kids will still be dead
Bring down the curtain
The soap opera must surely close
Before the cold wind blows

Hey Joe, where you goin'
with that gun in your hand
You can take your revenge
But you'll still feel bad
Bring down the curtain
The show must close
Before the cold wind blows

So rock a bye baby
On the tree top
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
There must be more to life than lucky strikes
And some unlucky ones
And folded flags and pipes
And drums