The Final Cut |
| The
Post War Dream (Waters) [Car sound, switching on of car radio] "...announced plans to build a nuclear fallout shelter at Peterborough in Cambridgeshire..." [phzzt! of returning] "...three high court judges have cleared the way..." [phzzt!] "...It was announced today, that the replacement for the Atlantic Conveyor the container ship lost in the Falklands conflict would be built in Japan, a spokesman for..." [phzzt!] "...moving in. They say the third world countries, like Bolivia, which produce the drug are suffering from rising violence...[fades]" Tell me true, tell me why, was Jesus crucified Is it for this that Daddy died? Was it for you? Was it me? Did I watch too much T.V.? Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes? If it wasn't for the nips Being so good at building ships The yards would still be open on the clyde. And it can't be much fun for them Beneath the rising sun With all their kids committing suicide. What have we done, Maggie what have we done? What have we done to England? Should we shout, should we scream "What happened to the post war dream?" Oh Maggie, Maggie what have we done? |
El sue�o post-guerra Dime
la verdad, dime por qu�, �fue Jes�s crucificado? |
| 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 [Cattle truck noises] "Ranks! Fire!" 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 feelings 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? |
Tus pasados posible Revolotean
tras t� tus posibles pasados En
el posible futuro, presten atenci�n �Me
recuerdas? �C�mo sol�amos ser? Ella
se par� en el portal, el fantasma de una sonrisa �Me
recuerdas? �C�mo sol�amos ser? Por
los fr�os y religiosos fuimos tomados en manos �Me
recuerdas? �C�mo sol�amos ser? |
| One
of the Few (Waters) When you're one of the few to land on your feet What do you do to make ends meet? Teach. Make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two. Make them me, make them you, make them do what you want them to. Make them laugh, make them cry, make them lie down and die. |
Uno de los pocos Cuando
eres uno de los pocos de los que aterrizan en sus pies |
The Hero's Return (Waters) Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about? Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape. When I was their age all the lights went out. There was no time to whine or mope about. And even now part of me flies over Dresden at angels one five. Though they'll never fathom it behind my Sarcasm desperate memories lie. Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good. 'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you. And there is something that I've locked away A memory that is too painful To withstand the light of day. When we came back from the war the banners and Flags hung on everyone's door. We danced and we sang in the street and The church bells rang. But burning in my heart My memory smolders on Of the gunners dying words on the intercom. |
El regreso del h�roe Jes�s,
Jes�s, �acerca de qu� es todo eso? �Amante
amante est�s r�pidamente dormido? Bien Cuando
regresamos de la guerra los estandartes y las banderas colgaban en las
puertas de todos
|
| The
Gunner's Dream (Waters) Floating down through the clouds Memories come rushing up to meet me now. In the space between the heavens and in the corner of some foreign field I had a dream. I had a dream. Good-bye Max. Good-bye Ma. After the service, when you're walking slowly to the car And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air You hear the tolling bell And touch the silk in your lapel And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band You take her frail hand And hold on to the dream. A place to stay "Oi! A real one ..." Enough to eat Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street Where you can speak out loud About your doubts and fears And what's more no-one ever disappears You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door. You can relax on both sides of the tracks And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control And everyone has recourse to the law And no-one kills the children anymore. And no one kills the children anymore. Night after night Going round and round my brain His dream is driving me insane. In the corner of some foreign field The gunner sleeps tonight. What's done is done. We cannot just write off his final scene. Take heed of his dream. Take heed. |
El sue�o del artillero Flotando
a trav�s de las nubes Suficiente
para comer Noche
tras noche |
| Paranoid
Eyes (Waters) Button your lip. Don't let the shield slip. Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask. And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions You can hide, hide, hide, "I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five ..." "Ta! You was unlucky there son" "Time gentleman!" Behind paranoid eyes. You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar. Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar, Laughing too loud at the rest of the world With the boys in the crowd You hide, hide, hide, Behind petrified eyes. You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory. Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high. And you hide, hide, hide, Behind brown and mild eyes. "Oi!" |
Ojos paranoicos Abotona
tu labio. No dejes resbalar el escudo Detr�s de ojos paranoicos Pones
en nuestra valiente cara y te resbalas sobre el camino por un jarr�n Cre�ste
en sus historias de fama, fortuna y gloria |
| Get
Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert (Waters) "Oi...Get your filthy hands off my desert!" "What 'e say?" Brezhnev took Afghanistan. Begin took Beirut. Galtieri took the Union Jack. And Maggie, over lunch one day, Took a cruiser with all hands. Apparently, to make him give it back. |
Saca tus mugrosas manos de mi desierto Breshnev
tom� Afganist�n |
| The
Fletcher Memorial Home (Waters) Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home, a little place of their own. The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. And they can appear to themselves every day On closed circuit T.V. To make sure they're still real. It's the only connection they feel. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig, Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisly, "Hello Maggie!" Mr. Brezhnev and party. "Who's the bald chap?" The ghost of McCarthy, The memories of Nixon. "Good-bye!" And now, adding color, a group of anonymous latin- American Meat packing glitterati. Did they expect us to treat them with any respect? They can polish their medals and sharpen their Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for awhile. Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead. Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye With their favorite toys They'll be good girls and boys In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial Wasters of life and limb. Is everyone in? Are you having a nice time? Now the final solution can be applied. |
El hogar conmemorativo Fletcher Tomo
todos tus grandulones infantes alguna parte lejos Y
pueden aparecer a ellos mismos cada d�a Mr
Brezhnev y compa��a Y ahora, sumando color, un grupo de an�nima carne latinoamericana empacando brillo �Esperaban
que los trat�ramos con alg�n respeto? Seguro
en la mirada fija permanente de un fr�o ojo de vidrio �Est�n
todos adentro? |
| Southampton
Dock (Waters) They disembarked in 45 And no-one spoke and no-one smiled There were to many spaces in the line. Gathered at the cenotaph All agreed with the hand on heart To sheath the sacrificial Knifes. But now She stands upon Southampton dock With her handkerchief And her summer frock clings To her wet body in the rain. In quiet desperation knuckles White upon the slippery reins She bravely waves the boys Goodbye again. And still the dark stain spreads between His shoulder blades. A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves. And when the fight was over We spent what they had made. But in the bottom of our hearts We felt the final cut. |
El muelle de Southampton Desembarcaraon
en 45 Y
a�n la mancha oscura se esparce entre |
| The
Final Cut (Waters) Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes I can barely define the shape of this moment in time And far from flying high in clear blue skies I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide. If you negotiate the minefield in the drive And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall, Dial the combination, open the priesthole And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall. There's a kid who had a big hallucination Making love to girls in magazines. He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith. Could anybody love him Or is it just a crazy dream? And if I show you my dark side Will you still hold me tonight? And if I open my heart to you And show you my weak side What would you do? Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone? Would you take the children away And leave me alone? And smile in reassurance As you whisper down the phone? Would you send me packing? Or would you take me home? Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings, Thought I oughta tear the curtain down. I held the blade in trembling hands Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang I never had the nerve to make the final cut. "Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen its a HaHa!" |
El corte final A
trav�s de los lentes con ojos de pez de ojos manchados de l�grimas Si
negocias el campo minado en el paseo en coche Hay
un ni�o que ten�a una gran alucinaci�n Y
si te muestro mi lado oscuro Creo
que tengo que descubrir mis sentimientos desnudos |
| Not
Now John (Waters) Fuck all that we've got to get on with these Gotta compete with the wily Japanese. There's too many home fires burning And not enough trees. So fuck all that We've go to get on with these. Can't stop Lose job Mind gone Silicon What bomb Get away Pay day Make hay Break down Need fix Big six Clickity click Hold on Oh no Brrrrrrrrrring bingo! Make 'em laugh. Make 'em cry. Make 'em dance in the aisles. Make 'em pay. Make 'em stay. Make'em feel ok. Not nah John We've got to get on with the film show. Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow. Who cares what it's about As long as the kids go? Not now John Got to get on with the show. Hang on John we've got to get on with this. I don't know what it is But it fits on here like..... Come at the end of the shift We'll go and get pissed. But now now John I've got to get on with this. Hold on John I think there's something good on. I used to read books but..... It could be the news Or some other abuse Or it could be reusable shows. Fuck all that we've got to get on with these Got to compete with the wily Japanese. No need to worry about the Vietnamese. Got to bring the Russian Bear to his knees. Well, maybe not the Russian Bear Maybe the Swedes. We showed Argentina Now let's go and show these. Make us feel tough And wouldn't Maggie be pleased? Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah! "s'cusi dove il bar (What?) se para collo pou eine toe bar s'il vous plait ou est le bar (...say it in English!...) oi, where's the fucking bar John? (Oh, now you're talking!)" Oh! Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the day Down! Go, Maggie! Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, now! |
No ahora John A
joder todo lo que tenemos para seguir adelante con �stos No
puedo parar Hazlos
re�r No
ahora John Agarrate
John tenemos que continuar con esto Agarrate
John A
joder todo lo que tenemos tenemos que continuar con �stos |
| Two
Suns in the Sunset (Waters) In my rear view mirror the sun is going down Sinking behind bridges in the road And I think of all the good things That we have left undone And I suffer premonitions Confirm suspicions Of the holocaust to come. The wire that holds the cork That keeps the anger in Gives away And suddenly it's day again. The sun is in the east Even though the day is done. Two suns in the sunset Hmmmmmmmmmm Could be the human race is run. Like the moment when the brakes lock And you slide towards the big truck "Oh no!" "[scream] Daddy, Daddy!" You stretch the frozen moments with your fear. And you'll never hear their voices And you'll never see their faces You have no recourse to the law anymore. And as the windshield melts My tears evaporate Leaving only charcoal to defend. Finally I understand the feelings of the few. Ashes and diamonds Foe and friend We were all equal in the end. "...and now the weather. Tomorrow will be cloudy with scattered showers spreading from the east ... with an expected high of 4000 degrees Celsius |
Dos soles en el ocaso En
mi espejo retrovisor el sol est� bajando El
alambre que sostiene el corcho Como
el momento cuando los frenos se trancan Estiras
los momentos congelados con tu miedo Y
como el parabrisas se derrite |
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