Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail Searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea Punch their iPhones, erasing the numbers of redundant loversĪnd you'll find my child, down by the shore While bathing belles soft beneath hard bitten shells Wading through dreams, up to our knees in warm ocean swells Show me the shy slow smile you keep hidden by warm brown eyesĬatch the sweet hover of lips just barely apartĪnd I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my child "In north southwesterly, 4 or 5, otherwise variable rainfall, mainly northerly in the southeast"
"At the third stroke it will be 8:57, precisely" "This is the British Broadcasting Corporation" "At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely" "At the third stroke, it will be 11:24 and 50 seconds" Rain then showers, moderate to poor becoming good." "Seven to severe hail, nine, decreasing six in Humber later. "And it's also the end of broadcasting for Thursday, the end of broadcasting for 1970" Would we exchange the weight of these chainsĬhains of belief and the carnage on the trains If I were a Mennonite and you were an Hindu There's ninety-nine cents' worth of drunkards and fools The sun goes down and I'm still missing youĪnd under my Gulf Stream, in circular pools You lean to the left but you vote to the right The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodite I would have sired many sons and I would not have suffered the Romans to kill even one of themīaking bread, making rice, or just boiling down some bones I would have rearranged the veins in the face to make them more resistant to alcohol and less prone to aging The song was longer in its original form, but the extra verses can be heard on the reprise version from Us+Them (album & film) The song was known as "Lay Down Jerusalem (If I Had Been God)", when performed live by Roger Waters before the album and single release. Who gives a fuck, it’s never really over! Knickers thick, pasty in the roar of adolescence’s dawn Canopy's stretched black.)Īnd tussles with the girls before the advent of pubescent (Trunks, dripping slowly into the gutter and the floor. When we were young, we could piss off the boys' bog wallĪ black expanse of pitch, or tar, or whatever it was.Ī black expanse of pitch, or tar, or whatever it was Gus Seyffert – guitar, keyboards, bass guitar Nigel Godrich – keyboards, guitar, sound collages, arrangements Roger Waters – vocals, acoustic guitar, bass guitar, piano Is This the Life We Really Want? - 5.55.
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