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Path: uuwest!news From: apple!umd5.UMD.EDU!dschuetz Newsgroups: vox.gate.floyd Subject: Re: When the Wind Blows Message-ID: <9009131232.AA06965@umd5.UMD.EDU> Date: Thu, 13 Sep 90 08:32:47 EDT Sender: news@darkside.com > Most of the album is instrumental (typical movie soundtrack stuff). > There are two definable songs on it, (with lyrics) however. As a And Claire Torry sings on "Towers of Faith," if I remember correctly. The last song on the album is one of my all-time favourites. It's "Folded Flags," and when I saw the KAOS show, I *REALLY* wanted to hear it. In fact, right after the big "explosion" near the end of the show, the telecaster ran the message "There's more to life than lucky strikes, and some unlucky ones, and folded flags, and pipes, and drums." I went crazy. Only he didn't play it (the dweeb ;-)). . . . Okay, after a lot of searching, I found my zipfile of floyd stuff. Here are the lyrics for the Waters side of _When The Wind Blows_: (I'm adding attributions for the spoken parts as I go, but I forget the name of the man) -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=- "When the Wind Blows" Music from the film 'When the Wind Blows' by Raymond Briggs Film Score by Roger Waters Released December 1986 Produced by Roger Waters "The Russian Missile" (instrumental) "Towers of Faith" Ooooh, the lonely boys In their towers of faith Ooooh, the lonely boys Locked in their towers of faith The prophet reclined In the golan heights Ohhh, the lonely boys He said "This land is my land" To the Shiites Ooooh, the lonely boys And Jehova looked up from the sea of Galilee beneath He said "I see you, you thief! This land is my land And this sand is my sand And this band is my band" Oh the lonely boys Lookin' over their shoulder Checkin out every boulder in the park Where the gates are closed from hate After dark And the Pope rolled up in his armored van He fell on his knees and kissed the land He said something that I did not understand It was in polish Then up stepped an aide, he said "I will translate Here is what His Holiness said: 'I am the chief, gentlemen. This land is Jesus' land. And that is all All that there is to it.'" And in New York City The business man in his mohair suit In the world trade center Puffs on his cheroes And he said "Well I don't care who owns the desert sands, I'll be brief It's worth the hydrocarbons underneath" And the sea of banam rages around the ancient tombs And mother nature licks her wounds And the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith Who are nervous in the park when the gates are closed after dark Ooooh, the lonely boys In their towers of faith Ooooh, the lonely boys Locked in their towers of faith "Hilda's Dream" Radio: "Radio Four, with the news at 1 o'clock this Thursday lunchtime. The Prime Minister, speaking a few minutes ago in the House of Commons, has warned that the international situation is deteriorating rapidly and that war could break out at any time in the next two or three days." Man: "This is it! This is really it!" Hilda: "I shouldn't worry too much, it'll probably all blow over." (instrumental) "The American Bomber" (instrumental) "The Anderson Shelter" Hilda: "It's funny to think there's no shelters this time. We had an old Anderson in the garden. I can see it now. We had stertians growing all over it, and we painted the front green. Painted it looked quite pretty. Next door grew cabbages on theirs. Man: "Yes, we had a Morrison. I used to sleep in it. Mmmm. I stuck pin-up girls all over the inside. Betty Grabel, Ann Shelton, Patricia Rock. The roof got all smoky, 'cause I used to read in bed with a candle." Hilda: "Yes, it was nice at the war, really. The shelters, the blackouts, cups of tea..." Man: "The A.R.P., the evacuees, London kids seeing cows for the first time...." Hilda: "Old Churchill on the wires..." Man: "Those were the days." (instrumental) "The British Submarine" (instrumental) "The Attack" Radio: "An enemy missile attack has been launched against this country. It is estimated that the missiles will arrive in approximately three minutes." Man: "God, almighty, there's only three minutes to go!" Hilda: "Okay, I'll just get the washing in." Man: "Shut up! I'm trying to listen!" Radio: "Stay indoors." Hilda: "Oh, dear, I've left the oven on." Man: "Get in! Get in! Get in!" Hilda: "The cake will be burned!" (instrumental) "The Fallout" Man: "Blimey! I...I suppose...that was it." Hilda: "Wasn't it light?" Man: "Yea, terrific. You--you get terrific light with those bombs. Listen! A dog!" Hilda: "What does the fallout look like, dear?" Man: "Fallout? The government director neglected to mention what it would look like. I expect it would look a bit like snow does, only gray. ..... Very quiet. I expect they're all are having a good lie-in after the bombing." Hilda: "Terrible smell of burning." Man: "Well, yes. Well there's bound to be. That's logical..." Hilda: "It's like...roast meat." Man: "Yes, it does. I expect everybody will be having their Sunday dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances..." Man: "A cloud coming up. Looks like rain. We'll be alright for water now for a while, my dear." Hilda: "Do you think rainwater is alright to drink?" Man: "Well, yes, of course it is. There's nothing purer than rainwater, is there? Everybody knows that." Hilda: "Oh, look! My hair's coming out." (instrumental) "Hilda's Hair" Man: "I shall hear no evil...and thou shalt accompany me all the days--all the days of my life...uh...lay me down in--in--in green pastures..I...I don't know anymore..." Hilda: "That was nice, really. Lay me down in green pastures--" Man: "Oooh yes, yes...enter the valley of the shadow of death Hilda: "no more, now...no more..." (instrumental) "Folded Flags" Rock a bye baby On the tree top When the wind blows The cradle will rock And babe, hate to see you fall that way Better speak to the palace than to be today Hey Joe, where you goin' With that gun in your hand? You can take your revenge But you'll still feel bad There must be more to life than lucky strikes And some unlucky ones And folded flags and pipes And drums I stood in the wings with you Our lives in the hands of a second-rate actor Holding the high ground On some old stage And babe, how do these cheated stores get so far away Will they catch you at the bottom Hey Joe, where you goin' With that dogma in your head? You can prove your point, But your kids will still be dead Bring down the curtain The show papa must surely close Before the cold wind blows Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand You can take your revenge But you'll still feel bad Bring down the curtain The show must close Before the cold wind blows So rock a bye baby On the tree top When the wind blows The cradle will rock There must be more to life than lucky strikes And some unlucky ones And folded flags and pipes And drums

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