The Show Must Go On

Is there anybody out there?

2010/2011

Outside the wall

Run like hell...

You better run like hell
You better make your face up in
Your favorite 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'd better run.
You better run like hell
You better run all day
And run all night.
Keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside.

And if you're taking your girlfriend
Out tonight
You'd better park the car
Well out of sight.
Cause 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.

In the flesh...

 So ya
Thought ya
Might like to
Go to the show.
To feel that 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
We're gonna find out where you folks really stand.
 

 Are there any queers in the theater tonight?
Get them up against the wall!
There's one in the spotlight,
he don't look right to me,
Get him up against the wall!
That one looks jewish!
And that one's a coon!
Who let all of 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!

BRING THE BOYS BACK HOME

 Bring the boys back home.

Don't leave the children on their own, no, no. 

 BRING THE BOYS BACK HOME

Nobody home...

I've got a little black book
with my poems in.
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
keepin 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.
And 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 the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite 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.
And I've got a strong urge to fly.
But I 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. 

Is there anybody out there?

Good bye 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.

Another brick in the wall... parte 3

...I don´t need no arms around me
I don´t need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writind on the wall
Don´t think I need anythings at all
No, don´t tink I´ll need
anythings at all
All in all it was all just
bricks in the wall
All in all you were
all bricks in the wall...

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.
Dont 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 could you treat me this way?
Running away.
I need you, Babe.
Why are you running away?
Oooooh Babe!

One of my tunes...

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.

Night after night,
we pretend its 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 a 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 favorite axe.
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
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 to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?

Young Lust.

I am just a new boy,
Stranger in this town.
Where are all the good times?
Who's gonna show this stranger around?

Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.
Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.
 

Will some cold woman
in this desert land
make me feel like a real man?
Take this rock and roll refugee.
Oooh, baby set me free.

Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.
Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.

What Shall We Do Now ?

What shall we use to fill
the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across the sea of faces
In search of more and more applause?

Shall we buy a new guitar?
Shall we drive a more powerful car?
Shall we work straight through the night?
Shall we get into fights?
Leave the lights on?
Drop bombs?
Do tours of the east?
Contract diseases?
Bury bones?
Break up homes?
Send flowers by phone?
Take to drink?
Go to shrinks?
Give up meat?
Rarely sleep?
Keep people as pets?
Train dogs?
Race rats?
Fill the attic with cash?
Bury treasure?
Store up leisure?

But never relax at all
With our backs to the wall.

Goodbye Blue Sky...

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
nfurled beneath a
clear blue sky?

Another Brick in the Wall... parte 2

We don´t need no education
We don´t no
thought control

 No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone

Hey teachers 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

Another Brick in the Wall...

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?

In the flesh?

So ya, thought ya
Might like to go to show
To feel the warm thrill
of confusion
That space cadet glow

If you should go scating
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 depht
and out of your mind
With your flowing out behin you
As you claw the thin ice.

The Wall.

Mother should I build the wall?
Mother should I run for president?
Mother should I trust the government?
Mother will they put me in the firing line?
Mother am I really dying?

Hush now baby, baby, dont you cry.
Mother's gonna make all your
nightmares come true.
Mother's gonna put all her fears into you.
Mother's gonna keep you right
here under her wing.
She wont let you fly, but
she might let you sing.

Of course mama'll help
to build the wall.

 Mother, DID IT NEED TO BE HIGH?

Echoes...

Overhead the albatross
Hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves

An echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine.

And no one called us to the land
And no one knows the where's or why's.
Something stirs and something tries
Starts to climb toward the light.

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me.
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand
The best I can.

And no one called us to the land
And no one crosses there alive.
No one speaks and no one tries
No one flies around the sun....

Almost everyday you fall
Upon my waking eyes,
Inviting and inciting me
To rise.
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning.

And no one sings me lulabyes
And no one makes me close my eyes
So I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky....