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song list next song Pink Floyd: Letter X Pink Floyd: Shine On Pink Floyd: A Delicate Sound Of Thunder Pink Floyd: A Momentary Lapse Of Reason Yet Another Movie
(Gilmour/Leonard)
One sound, one single sound
One kiss, one single kiss
A face outside the window pane.
However did it come to this?

A man who ran, a child who cried
A girl who heard, a voice that lied
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed

The use of force, he was so tough
She'll soon submit, she's had enough
The march of fate, the broken will
Someone is lying very still

He has laughed and he has cried
He has fought and he has died
He's just the same as all the rest,
He's not the worst, he's not the best

And still this ceaseless murmuring.
the babbling that I brook.
The seas of faces, eyes upraised
The empty screen, the vacant look

A man in black on a snow white horse.
A pointless life has runt its course.
The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
As he fades into the setting sun
song list next song previous song Pink Floyd: Shine On Roger Waters: The Wall - Live In Berlin Pink Floyd: The Wall Young Lust
(Waters/Gilmour)
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.
song list Pink Floyd: Letter Z previous song Pink Floyd: The Final Cut Your Possible Pasts
(Waters)
They flutter behind you your possible pasts
Some bright eyed and crazy some frightened and lost
A warning to anyone still in command
Of their possible future to take care
In derelict sidings the poppies entwine
With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time

Do you remember me?  How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?

She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile
Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs

Stepping up boldly one put out his hand
He said, "I was just a child then; now I'm only a man."

Do you remember me?  How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?

By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
Now our feeling run deep and cold as the clay
And strung out behind us the banners and flags
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags

Do you remember me?  How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?