Pink Floyd:  The Wall

02/28/15

Home
Up
Pink Floyd:  Atom Heart Mother
Pink Floyd:  Relics
Pink Floyd:  Dark Side Of The Moon
Pink Floyd:  Wish You Were Here
Pink Floyd:  The Wall
Pink Floyd:  Animals
Pink Floyd:  A Momentary Lapse Of Reason
Pink Floyd:  Division Bell

 

 

Release Date: November 1979

Tracks:

DISC 1

In the Flesh?  (Waters) [3:19]

The Thin Ice  (Waters) [2:30]

Another Brick in the Wall (Part 1)  (Waters) [3:10]

The Happiest Days of Our Lives  (Waters) [1:50]

Another Brick in the Wall (Part 2)  (Waters) [4:00]

Mother  (Waters) [5:34]

Goodbye Blue Sky  (Waters) [2:47]

Empty Spaces  (Waters) [2:08]

Young Lust  (Gilmour, Waters) [3:31]

One of My Turns  (Waters) [3:36]

Don't Leave Me Now   (Waters) [4:17]

Another Brick in the Wall (Part 3)   (Waters) [1:14]

Goodbye Cruel World  (Waters) [1:15]

DISC 2

Hey You  (Waters) [4:41]

Is There Anybody Out There?  (Waters) [2:40]

Nobody Home  (Waters) [3:25]

Vera  (Waters) [1:33]

Bring the Boys Back Home  (Waters) [1:27]

Comfortably Numb  (Gilmour, Waters) [6:22]

The Show Must Go On  (Waters) [1:36]

In the Flesh  (Waters) [4:17]

Run Like Hell  (Gilmour, Waters) [4:23]

Waiting for the Worms  (Waters) [3:59]

Stop  (Waters) [0:30]

The Trial  (Waters, Ezrin) [5:20]

Outside the Wall  (Waters) [1:43]

   

Disk Facts:

David Gilmour - Guitar & Vocals

Roger Waters - Bass Guitar & Vocals

Nick Mason - Percussion

Richard Wright - Keyboards

Lee Ritenour – Guitar

Bob Ezrin – Keyboard

Peter Wood – Keyboard

Freddie Mandell – Organ

Jeff Porcaro – Drums

Joe Porcaro - Drums

Backing vocals - Bruce Johnston, Toni Tenille, Joe Chemay, John Joyce, Stan Farber, Jim Haas, Islington Green School

Orchestra arranged by Michael Kamen & Bob Ezrin

Recorded at Britannia Row (London), Super Bear and Jaques Loussier’s Studio (Miravel, France), Producers Workshop (L.A.), CBS

(N.Y.C.) between April and November 1979.

Produced by Bob Ezrin, David Gilmour & Roger Waters

Coproduced by James Guthrie

Engineered by James Guthrie

Other engineers - Nick Griffiths, Patrice Quef, Brian Christian, Rick Hart, John McClure

Sound equipment - Phil Taylor

Sleeve design by Gerald Scarfe and Roger Waters

The lyrics for 'What Shall We Do Now?' was printed on the inner sleeve, but the song didn't make it to the album. Side two was too long and the song was dropped. If one more song should have been on the album it would have been necessary to comprise on the technical quality.

'Empty Spaces' was originally a short reprise of 'What Shall We Do Now?'

Lyrics:

 

In the Flesh

So ya
Thought ya
Might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
Tell me is something eluding you sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you'd like to find out what's behind these cold eyes?
You'll just have to claw your way through the
Disguise


 




The thin ice

Momma loves her baby
And Daddy loves you too
And the sea may look warm to you Babe
And the sky may look blue
Ooooh Babe
Ooooh Baby Blue
Ooooh Babe
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear stained eyes
Don't be surprised, when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
As you claw the thin ice


 




Another brick in the wall (part 1)

Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snap shot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me
Daddy what d'ya leave behind for me
All in all it was all just a brick in the wall
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall


 




The happiest days of our lives

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
And 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)

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone
Hey teacher leave us kids alone
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

(chorus at end by pupils from the Fourth Form Music Class Islington Green School, London)

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the 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


 




Mother

Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb
Mother do you think they'll like the song
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls
Ooooh aah, Mother should I build a wall
Mother should I run for president
Mother should I trust the government
Mother will they put me in the firing line
Ooooh aah, is it it just a waste of time *
Hush now baby don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all of your
Nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here
Under her wing
she won't let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama will keep baby cosy and warm
Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
Of course Mama's gonna help build the wall

Mother do think she's good enough for me
Mother do think she's dangerous to me
Mother will she tear your little boy apart
Oooh aah, mother will she break my heart
Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all your girl friends for you
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
Mama's gonna wait up till you come in
Mama will always find out where
You've been
Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe
You'll always be a baby to me
Mother, did it need to be so high.

* (In the movie "Mother am I really dying").


 




Goodbye Blue Sky

Oooooooo ooo ooo ooooh
Did you see the frightened ones
Did you hear the falling bombs
Did you ever wonder
Why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky
Oooooooo ooo ooooo oooh
Did you see the frightened ones
Did you hear the falling bombs
The flames are all long gone
But the pain lingers on
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye
Goodbye


 




Empty Spaces

What shall we use to fill the empty
Spaces where we used to talk
How shall I fill the final places
How shall I complete the wall


 




Young Lust

I am just a new boy
A stranger in this town
Where are all the good times
Who's gonna show this stranger around?
Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman
Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl
Will some woman in this desert land
Make me feel like a real man
Take this rock and roll refugee
Oooh Babe set me free
Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman
Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl.
Ooooooooh I need a dirty woman
Ooooooooh I need a dirty girl.


 




One of My Turns

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man
Night after night, we pretend it's all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.

And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum,
Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favourite axe
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
Just one of my bad days
Would you like to watch T. V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you like to see me try?
Would you like call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?


 




Don't Leave Me Now

Ooooh Babe
Don't leave me now
Don't say it's the end of the road
Remember the flowers I sent
I need you Babe
To put through the shredder
In front of my friends
Ooooh Babe
Don't leave me now
How could you go?
When you know how I need You
To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night
Ooooh Babe
Don't leave me now
How can you treat me this way
Running away
Ooooh Babe
Why are you running away?
Ooooh Babe!


 




Another brick in the wall (part 3)

I don't need no arms around me
I don't need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think I need anything at all
No don't think I'll need anything at all
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
All in all you were just bricks in the wall


 




Goodbye Cruel World

Goodbye cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye all you people
There's nothing you can say
To make me change
My mind
Goodbye.


 




Hey you

Hey you ! out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me
Hey you ! Standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me
Hey you ! don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you ! out there on your own
sitting naked by the phone would you touch me
Hey you ! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out would you touch me
Hey you ! would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I'm coming home
But it was only a fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you ! out there on the road
Doing what you're told, can you help me
Hey you ! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me
Hey you ! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.


 




Is There Anybody Out There?

Is there anybody out there?


 




Nobody Home

I've got a little black book with my poems in
I've got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
I've got electric light
And I've got second sight
I've got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home
I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And I've got the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I've got wild staring eyes
I've got a strong urge to fly
But I've got nowhere to fly to
Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home
I've got a pair of Gohills boots
And I've got fading roots.


 




Vera

Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn
Remember how she said that
We would meet again
Some sunny day
Vera! Vera!
What has become of you
Does anybody else in here
Feel the way I do ?


 




Bring the Boys Back Home

Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don't leave the children on their own
Bring the boys back home


 




Comfortably Numb

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
I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I'll 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 smoke on the horizon
You are coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
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

O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
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 smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
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
And I have become
Comfortably numb.


 




The Show Must Go On

Oooh Ma Oooh Pa
Must the show go on
Oooh Pa take me home
Oooh Ma let me go
There must be some mistake
I didn't mean to let them
Take away my soul
Am I too old is it too late
Oooh Ma Oooh Pa
Where has the feeling gone?
Oooh Ma Oooh Pa
Will I remember the songs?
Oooooh aah the show must go on.


 




In the Flesh

So ya
Thought ya
Might like to
go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
I've got some bad news for you sunshine
Pink isn't well he stayed back at the hotel
And they sent us along as a surrogate band
And we're going to find out where you fans
Really stand
Are there any queers in the theatre tonight
Get 'em up against the wall
That one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon
Who let all this riff raff into the room
There's one smoking a joint and
Another with spots
If I had my way I'd have all of you shot


 




Run Like Hell

Run, run, run, run (repeat line four times)
You better make your face up in
Your favourite 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 better run

Run, run, run, run (repeat line four times)
You better run all day
And run all night
And keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside. And if your
Takin' your girlfriend
Out tonight
You better park the car
Well out of sight
'Cos 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


 




Waiting for the Worms

Ooooh you cannot reach me now
Ooooh no matter how you try
Goodbye cruel world it's over
Walk on by
Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
Waiting to cut out the deadwood
Waiting to clean up the city
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to put on a black shirt
Waiting to weed out the weaklings
Waiting to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors
Waiting for the final solution
To strengthen the strain
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to turn on the showers v And fire the ovens
Waiting for the queers and the coons
And the reds and the Jews
Waiting to follow the worms
Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again my friend
All you have to do is follow the worms
Would you like to send our coloured cousins
Home again my friend
All you need to do is follow the worms.


 




Stop

Stop
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform
And leave the show
And I'm waiting here in this cell
Because I have to know
Have I been guilty all this time


 




The Trial

Good morning Worm your honour
The crowd will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature
This will not do
CALL THE SCHOOLMASTER
I always said he'd come to no good
In the end your honour
If they'd let me have my way I could
Have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him today
Crazy toys in the attic I am crazy
Truly gone fishing
Crazy toys in the attic he is crazy
They must have taken my marbles away
You little shit, you're in it now
I hope they throw away the key
You should talked to me more often
Than you did, but no you had to
Go your own way. Have you broken any homes up lately?
"Just five minutes Worm your honour him and me alone"
Baaaaaabe
Come to mother baby let me hold you in my arms
M'red I never wanted him to get in any trouble
Why'd he ever have to leave me
Worm your honour let me take him home
Crazy over the rainbow I am crazy
Bars in the window
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in
Crazy over the rainbow he is crazy
The evidence before the court is
Incontrovertible, there's no need for
The jury to retire
In all my years of judging
I have never heard before of
Some one more deserving
The full penalty of law
The way you made them suffer
Your exquisite wife and mother
Fills me with an urge to defecate
But my friend you have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
Tear down the wall


 




Outside the Wall

All alone, or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
Some gathering together in bands
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall after all it's not easy
banging your heart against some mad buggers
Wall

 


 

:

               

bullet

Pink Floyd links:
bullet

The Pink Floyd Fan Club

bullet

The Pink Floyd Archives

bullet

Norwegian Pink Floyd Site - the early years

Home | Up | About Me | Interests | Favorites | Photo Gallery | Feedback

This site was last updated 03/14/08