Current Personal Soundtrack

[khaosworks]

Nobody Home
Lyrics and Music by Roger Waters

I've got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in

I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
I've got electric light
And I've got second sight
And amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home

I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains

I've got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Ooooh, babe, when I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home

I've got a pair of Gohills boots
and I got fading roots...

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When the Tigers Broke Free

[etherial.livejournal.com]

It was just before dawn
One miserable morning in black 'forty four.
When the Forward Commander was told to sit tight
When he asked that his men be withdrawn.
And the Generals gave thanks
As the other ranks
Held back the enemy tanks for a while.
And the Anzio Bridgehead was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives.

And kind old King George
Sent Mother a note
When he heard that father was gone.
It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll,
With gold leaf and all.
And I found it one day
In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away.
And my eyes still grow damp
To remember His Majesty
Signed with his own rubber stamp.

It was dark all around.
There was frost in the ground
When the tigers broke free.
And no one survived
From the Royal Fusiliers Company C.
They were all left behind,
Most of them dead,
The rest of them dying.
And that's how the High Command took my Daddy from me.