Pink Floyd - The Final Cut
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Release date: 12 April 2004
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- The Post War Dream (2004 Digital Remaster)
- Your Possible Pasts (2004 Digital Remaster)
- One Of The Few (2004 Digital Remaster)
- When The Tigers Broke Free (2004 Digital Remaster)
- The Hero's Return (2004 Digital Remaster)
- The Gunners Dream (2004 Digital Remaster)
- Paranoid Eyes (2004 Digital Remaster)
- Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert (2004 Digital Remaster)
- The Fletcher Memorial Home (2004 Digital Remaster)
- Southampton Dock (2004 Digital Remaster)
- The Final Cut (2004 Digital Remaster)
- Not Now John (2004 Digital Remaster)
- Two Suns In The Sunset (2004 Digital Remaster)
Oh By The Way
- Dec 11, 2007
Classic '60s British spook-rock reissued
- Sep 4, 2007
...the clinical readings of such guitar-laden pomp fests as [B]'Mother'[/B] are so similar to their vinyl ancestors as to be rendered virtually pointless. ..
- Apr 28, 2000
Thorgerson also created sleeves for Biffy Clyro, Led Zeppelin and Muse
Mason steps in to fund the shop where he bought his first kit
Singer ties the knot with his long-time fiancée Laurie Durning
Pink Floyd - The Final Cut: Wikipedia Album Entry
Entirely written by Roger Waters, this is the last Pink Floyd album with Waters. It is also one of their most political albums mainly criticising the British role in the Falkland war.
Some say this is Roger Waters solo album with the rest of Pink Floyd as a support band, though the great guitar work of Gilmour is certainly adding to the strength of the album.
For those who loved the psychedelic work of the early PF this record must be a disappointment, there are no long compositions, no sound scapes; its a full blown rock album. with some typical 80s influence such as background quires and saxophone solos...
But.. still it is one of their and not only their greatest albums.
LABEL: Harvest EMI
PRODUCER: Waters, Guthrie, Kamen
COVER: Waters, Christie, Dodgers
GENRE: progressive rock
Roger Waters lead vocals, bass guitar, synthesizer, sound effects, acoustic guitar, artwork
David Gilmour guitars, lead vocals on "Not Now John"
Nick Mason drums, percussion, sound effects (with holophonics)
Michael Kamen piano harmonium, conducting and arranging of the National Philharmonic Orchestra
Andy Bown Hammond organ, Ray Cooper percussion
Andy Newmark drums on Two Suns in the Sunset, Raphael Ravenscroft tenor sax
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Tell me true
Tell me why was Jesus crucified?
Was it for this that Daddy died?
Floating down, through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But in the space between the Heavens
And the corner of some foreign field
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 and mope about
When you're one of the few to land on your feet
what do you do to make ends meet?
make 'em mad, make 'em sad, make 'em add two and two
In my rear view mirror the sun is going down
Sinking behind bridges in the road
I think of all the good things that we have left undone
And I suffer premonitions, confirm suspicions
Fuck with all that, we've got to get on with these
(Fuck all that, fuck all that)
Gotta compete with the wily Japanese
There's too many home fires burning and not enough trees
They disembarked in '45
And no one spoke and no one smiled
There were too many spaces in the line
Gathered at the cenotaph
Get your filthy hands off my desert!
What he say?
Brezhnev took Afghanistan
Button your lip
And 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
They flutter behind you, your possible pasts
Some bright eyed and crazy, some frightened and lost
A warning to anyone still in command
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 spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide
It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black '44
When the forward commander was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn
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