Monday, May 09, 2005
Roger Waters- Paradoxial Truth
The monkey sat on a pile of stones And he stared at the broken bone in his hand And the strains Viennese quartet Rang out across the land The monkey looked up at the stars And he thought to himself Memory is a stranger History is for fools And he cleaned his hands In a pool of holy writing Turned his back on the garden And set out for the nearest town Hold on hold on soldier
When you add it all up The tears and marrowbone There's an ounce of gold And an ounce of pride in each ledger And the Germans killed the Jews And the Jews killed the Arabs And Arabs killed the hostages And that is the news And is it any wonder That the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama The President's a fool Why do I have to keep reading These technical manuals And the joint chiefs of staff And the brokers on Wall Street saidDon't make us laughYou're smart kidTime is linear Memory's a stranger History's for fools
Man is a tool in the handsOf the great God AlmightyAnd they gave him commandOf a nuclear submarineAnd sent him back in search ofThe Garden of Eden
The powers that beThey like a tough gameNo rulesSome you win, some you loseCompetition's good for youThey're dying to be freeThey're the powers that beThey like a bomb proof cadillacAir conditioned, gold taps,Back seat gun rack, platinum hub capsThey pick horses for coursesThey're the market forcesNice car JackThey like order, make-up, lime light powerGame shows, rodeos, star wars, TVThey're the powers that beIf you see them come,You better run - runYou better run on homeSisters of mercy better join your brothersPut a stop to the soap opera right nowThey say the toothless get ruthlessYou better run on homeYou better run - runYou better run on homeThe powers that beThey like treats, tricks, carrots and sticksThey like fear and loathing, they like sheep's clothingAnd blacked-out vansBlacked-out vans, contingency plansThey like death or glory, they love a good storyThey love a good storySisters of mercy better join with your brothersPut a stop to the soap opera stateThey say the toothless get ruthlessRun home before its too lateYou better run - runYou better run on homeBilly: Goodnight, Jim.Jim: Goodnight, Billy.Uncle David's Great Dane: Woof, woof, woof!The canyon - daytime. Billy plays with Great Uncle David's Great Dane.Paraquat Kelly: Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink snapperand your Pacific coastal trench hosemonster fish.Cynthia Fox: Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports,forty under the console giggle stick ling cod,twenty-three purple perches four sledgehammerhead sharks,and what a surprise, eightyfour crabs, and no red snappers.Paraquat Kelly: Hey, and that'll do for the triumphant returnof the fish report with a beat.Jim: We think of it as mainstreet, but to the rest of the countryit's Sunset Strip. You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.
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When you add it all up The tears and marrowbone There's an ounce of gold And an ounce of pride in each ledger And the Germans killed the Jews And the Jews killed the Arabs And Arabs killed the hostages And that is the news And is it any wonder That the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama The President's a fool Why do I have to keep reading These technical manuals And the joint chiefs of staff And the brokers on Wall Street saidDon't make us laughYou're smart kidTime is linear Memory's a stranger History's for fools
Man is a tool in the handsOf the great God AlmightyAnd they gave him commandOf a nuclear submarineAnd sent him back in search ofThe Garden of Eden
The powers that beThey like a tough gameNo rulesSome you win, some you loseCompetition's good for youThey're dying to be freeThey're the powers that beThey like a bomb proof cadillacAir conditioned, gold taps,Back seat gun rack, platinum hub capsThey pick horses for coursesThey're the market forcesNice car JackThey like order, make-up, lime light powerGame shows, rodeos, star wars, TVThey're the powers that beIf you see them come,You better run - runYou better run on homeSisters of mercy better join your brothersPut a stop to the soap opera right nowThey say the toothless get ruthlessYou better run on homeYou better run - runYou better run on homeThe powers that beThey like treats, tricks, carrots and sticksThey like fear and loathing, they like sheep's clothingAnd blacked-out vansBlacked-out vans, contingency plansThey like death or glory, they love a good storyThey love a good storySisters of mercy better join with your brothersPut a stop to the soap opera stateThey say the toothless get ruthlessRun home before its too lateYou better run - runYou better run on homeBilly: Goodnight, Jim.Jim: Goodnight, Billy.Uncle David's Great Dane: Woof, woof, woof!The canyon - daytime. Billy plays with Great Uncle David's Great Dane.Paraquat Kelly: Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink snapperand your Pacific coastal trench hosemonster fish.Cynthia Fox: Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports,forty under the console giggle stick ling cod,twenty-three purple perches four sledgehammerhead sharks,and what a surprise, eightyfour crabs, and no red snappers.Paraquat Kelly: Hey, and that'll do for the triumphant returnof the fish report with a beat.Jim: We think of it as mainstreet, but to the rest of the countryit's Sunset Strip. You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.
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