==== Signs Of Live ==== (Gilmour, Ezrin) //When the child like view of the world went, nothing replaced it...nothing replaced it...nothing replaced it...\\ I do not like being asked to.....I do not like being asked to... I do not like being asked to....\\ Other people replaced it\\ Someone who knows\\// (Instrumental)\\ \\ ==== Learning To Fly ==== (Gilmour, Moore, Ezrin, Carin) Into the distance, a ribbon of black\\ Stretched to the point of no turning back\\ A flight of fancy on a wind swept field\\ Standing alone my senses reeled\\ A fatal attraction holding my fast, how\\ Can I escape this irresistable grasp?\\ Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky\\ Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I\\ Ice is forming on the tips of my wings\\ Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything\\ No navigator to guide my way home\\ Unladened, empty and turned to stone\\ A soul in tension that's learning to fly\\ Condition grounded but determined to try\\ Can't keep my eyes from the circling sky\\ Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I\\ //Friction lock - set.\\ Mixture - rich\\ Propellors - fully forward\\ Flaps - set - 10 degrees\\ Engine guages and suction - check\\ Mixture set to maximum percent - recheck\\ Flight instruments...\\ Altimeters - check both\\ (grabled word) - on\\ Navigation lights - on\\ Strobes - on\\ (to tower): Confirm 3-8-Echo ready for departure\\ (tower): Hello again, this is now 129.4\\ (to tower): 129.4. It's to go.\\ (tower): You may commence your takeoff, winds over 10 knots.\\ (to tower): 3-8-Echo\\ Easy on the brakes. Take it easy. Its gonna roll this time.\\ Just hand the power gradually, and it...\\ [Start-Checkliste.]// Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,\\ My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,\\ Across the clouds I see my shadow fly\\ Out of the corner of my watering eye\\ A dream unthreatened by the morning light\\ Could blow this soul right through the roof of eye\\ Night\\ Thers no sensation to compare with this.\\ Suspendend animation, a state of bliss\\ Can't keep my mind from the circling sky\\ Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I\\ \\ ==== The Dogs Of War ==== (Gilmour, Moore) Dogs of war and men of hate\\ With no cause, we don't discriminate\\ Discovery is to be disowned\\ Our currency is flesh and bone\\ Hell opened up and put on sale\\ Gather round and haggle\\ For hard cash, we will lie and decive\\ Even our masters don't know the webs we have\\ One world, it's a battleground\\ One world, and we will smash it down\\ One world . . . One world\\ Invisible transfers, long distance calls,\\ Hollow laughter in marble halls\\ Steps have been taken, a silent uproar\\ Has unleashed the dogs of war\\ You can't stop what has begun\\ We all have a dark side, to say the least\\ And dealing in death is the nature of the beast\\ One world, it's a battleground\\ One world, and we will smash it down\\ One world . . . One world\\ The dogs of war don't negotiate\\ The dogs of war won't capitulate,\\ They will take and you will give,\\ And you must die so that they may live\\ You can knock at any door,\\ But wherever you go, you know they've been there\\ before,\\ Well winners can lose and things can get strained\\ But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain,\\ One world, it's a battleground\\ One world, and we will smash it down?\\ One world . . . One world\\ \\ ==== One Slip ==== (Gilmour, Manzanera) A restless eye across a weary room\\ A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin\\ The music played and played as we whirled without end\\ No hint, no word her honour to defend\\ I will, I will she sighed to my request\\ And then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test\\ Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire\\ I lead the way to the funeral pyre\\ And without a thought of the consequence\\ I gave in to my decadence\\ One slip, and down the hole we fall\\ It seems to take no time at all\\ A momentary lapse of reason\\ That binds a life for life\\ A small regret, you won't forget,\\ There'll be no sleep in here tonight\\ Was it love, or was it the idea of being in love?\\ Or was it the hand of fate, that seemed to fit just like a glove?\\ The moment slipped by and soon the seeds were sown\\ The year grew late and neither one wanted to remain alone\\ One slip, and down the hole we fall\\ It seems to take no time at all\\ A momentary lapse of reason\\ That binds a life for life\\ A small regret, you will never forget,\\ There'll be no sleep in here tonight\\ \\ ==== On The Turning Away ==== (Gilmour, Moore) On the turning away\\ From the pale and downtrodden\\ And the words they say\\ Which we won't understand\\ "Don't accept that what's happening\\ Is just a case of others' suffering\\ Or you'll find that you're joining in\\ The turning away"\\ It's a sin that somehow\\ Light is changing to shadow\\ And casting it's shroud\\ Over all we have known\\ Unaware how the ranks have grown\\ Driven on by a heart of stone\\ We could find that we're all alone\\ In the dream of the proud\\ On the wings of the night\\ As the daytime is stirring\\ Where the speechless unite\\ In a silent accord\\ Using words you will find are strange\\ And mesmerised as they light the flame\\ Feel the new wind of change\\ On the wings of the night\\ No more turning away\\ From the weak and the weary\\ No more turning away\\ From the coldness inside\\ Just a world that we all must share\\ It's not enough just to stand and stare\\ Is it only a dream that there'll be\\ No more turning away?\\ \\ ==== 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?\\ Noch ein weiterer Film\\ 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 run its course,\\ The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run\\ As he fades into the setting sun\\ //[M]:You're going on that plane to take you where you belong.\\ [W]:But no, I have...\\ [M]:You have got to listen to me. Do you have any idea what\\ you have to look forward to if you stay here? Nine chances\\ out of 10 we both end up in a concentration camp and that....\\ [W]:You're only saying these things to make me go.\\ [M]:I'm saying it 'cause it's true. Inside us, we both know we\\ belong in different......\\ ....maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the\\ rest of your life.\\ [W]:But what about us?\\// But what about us?\\ But what about us?\\ \\ ==== Round and Around ==== (Gilmour) (Instrumental).\\ \\ ==== A New Machine part. 1 ==== (Gilmour) I have always been here\\ I have always looked out from behind the eyes\\ It feels like more than a lifetime\\ Feels like more than a lifetime\\ Sometimes I get tired of the waiting\\ Sometimes I get tired of being in here\\ Is this the way it has always been?\\ Could it ever have been different?\\ Do you ever get tired of the waiting?\\ Do you ever get tired of being in there?\\ Don't worry, nobody lives forever,\\ Nobody lives forever\\ \\ ==== Terminal Frost ==== (Gilmour) (Instrumental)\\ \\ ==== A New Machine part 2 ==== (Gilmour) I will always be in here\\ I will always look out from behind these eyes\\ It's only a lifetime\\ It's only a lifetime\\ It's only a lifetime\\ \\ ==== Sorrow ==== (Gilmour) The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land\\ Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:\\ A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers\\ But awakes to a morning with no reasen for waking\\ He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradies\\ In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise\\ He's chained forever to a world that's departed\\ It's not enough, it's not enough\\ His blood has frozen and curdled with fright\\ His knees has trembled and given way in the night\\ His hand has weakened at the moment of truth\\ His step has faltered\\ One world, one soul\\ Time pass, the river roll\\ And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication\\ And silent replis that swirl invitation\\ Flow dark and troubiled to an oily sea\\ A grim intimation of what is to be\\ There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night\\ And there's dust in my eyes, that bunds my sight\\ And silence that speaks so much louder than words\\ Of promises broken\\