duminică, septembrie 14, 2008

The Wall IV (UTLIMA)

The Wall I
The Wall II
The Wall III
Pink Floyd The Wall (1982)

Regizor: Alan Parker
Scenarist: Roger Waters
Genul: Drama / Muzica
Durata: 95 minute

Bob Geldof .. Pink
Christine Hargreaves .. Pink's Mother
James Laurenson .. J.A. Pinkerton
Eleanor David .. Pink's Wife
Kevin McKeon .. Young Pink
Bob Hoskins .. Rock and Roll Manager
David Bingham .. Little Pink
Jenny Wright .. American Groupie
Alex McAvoy .. Teacher
Ellis Dale .. English Doctor
James Hazeldine .. Lover
Ray Mort .. Playground Father
Margery Mason .. Teacher's Wife

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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 (against the wall)!
There's one in the spotlight
He don't look right to me
Get 'em up against the wall (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 show


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

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.

I wanna go home,
Take off this uniform and leave the show,
But Im waiting here in this cell because I have to know,
Have I been guilty all this time?

The Trial
Good morning, The Worm, Your Honour,
The Crown 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.
Toys in the attic, I am crazy.
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken my marbles away.
Crazy.Toys in the attic, he is crazy.
You little shit, you're in it now.
I hope they throw away the key.
You should've 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'Lord, I never meant for him to get in any trouble.
Why'd he ever have to leave me?
Worm, Your Honour, let me take him home.
Over the rainbow, I am crazy.
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall.
For when I came in.
Over the rainbow, he is crazy.
The evidence before the court is incontravertible.
There's no need for the jury to retire.
In all my years of judging I have never heard before,
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother,
Fills me with the urge to deficate!
No, Judge, the jury!
Since, 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 know you,
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand,
Some gather together in bands,
The bleeding hearts and artists,
Make their stand.
And when theyve given you their all,
Some stagger and fall.
After all its not easy,
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall.

În timp ce lucram la acest post am aflat că s-a stins Ştefan Iordache. Nea Fănică a privit dincolo de zid devenind sfânt cu acte în regulă. După ce ochii mi s-au umplut de lacrimi, după ce i-am simţit plângând în spatele vocii pe toţi artiştii cărora cei de la Realitatea TV le-a adresat aceiaşi întrebare, "ce-amintiri-aveţi", în cap a început să mi se învârtească întrebarea, "De ce trag clopote, Mitică?".

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