Pink Floyd - Is There Anybody Outthere ?

Produced af Pink Floyd og James Guthrie
Udgivet april 2000
Optaget live i London i august 1980 og juni 1981
Cover Design af Storm Thorgerson

Koncerterne blev fremført i 1980 og 1981. Opsætningen af sceneshowet var så omfattende, at man fra starten havde indset at en verdensturnee var umulig.

Showet blev opført 31 gange. De startede i februar 1980 med syv shows i Los Angles hvorefter de spillede fem shows i New York.
Af skattemæssige årsager turde medlemmerne ikke komme tilbage til England før efter d.5.april. Så de blev på et hotel i L.A. (The Tropicana Motor Hotel på Santa Monica Boulevard)
Vi når så frem til august samme år før de kunne spille seks aftner på Earls Court.
Februar 1981 genoptog de turneen og spillede otte aftner i Dortmund for at afslutte The Wall showene endeligt i juni med fem shows igen på Earls Court i London.

Egentlig er jeg lidt overrasket over den oplysning med at de ikke turde vende tilbage til England på grund af skatten. For jeg har nemlig også læst flere steder at dette sceneshow var så dyrt at rejse rundt med, at de netop IKKE tjente nogen penge på denne turnee. Den eneste af de fire medlemmer der tjente penge, var Wright fordi Waters jo havde smidt ham ud af Pink Floyd, og at Wright derfor var hyret musiker med fast gage.

Noget andet man kan undre sig over er hvorfor der skulle gå næsten tyve år fra den sidste koncert til man udgav liveoptagelserne. Der er nok en masse gode undskyldninger, men lige nu er jeg mere interesseret i hvornår optagelserne kommer på DVD. Det skulle være ganske vist at der eksisterer en masse optagelser. Der er forlydende om at det er Waters der ikke er tilfreds med kvaliteten og at det er derfor de endnu ikke er blevet udgivet.... men kom nu! Vi Pink Floyd nørder MÅ SIMPELTHEN have de optagelser at se! Især os der af forskellige årsager ikke var til en af disse koncerter. Nok også dem som rent faktisk oplevede disse monstershows.

Hvad angår sangene på denne udgivelse er det jo stort set de samme som originalen. Der er undtagelser som mest af alt kan henledes på at det er en liveopførelse. Her tænker jeg på numrene som "Master of Ceremonies" og "Last Few Bricks". Det første er selvfølgelig konferencieen lige før "In the Flesh?", der så blliver brugt senere igen lige før "In he Flesh".
Det andet nummer er "Last Few Bricks", der var et nummer der blev brugt i tilfælde af dem der byggede flamingo-muren på scenen, ikke var helt med. Så stod bandet og jamede.

En lille morsom detalje fra Filmen The Wall: Nummeret Stop, hvor pink sidder på det der toilet og læser digte op for sig selv. Der er, udover den veltilfredse strisser der vasker hænder, en masse baggrundslarm. Det lyder helt klart som et stadion. Mere præcist kan det siges at det er Earls Court. Hvordan kan jeg sige dét ? Jo for hvis man lytter meget godt efter, så kan man genkende noget af det der bliver sagt ude på det stadion. Prøv at lytte til dette udkliip her :

Hvis du endnu ikke har genkendt det, så læs her på siden sådan ca. 18-20 linier ned.

We'll meet again
Don't know where
Don't know when
But I know we'll meet again
Some sunny day
Good evening.
Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Earl's Court.
My name is Gary Yudman and we are going to have a great show this evening.
The band is backstage and will be ready to go in just a few minutes.
Before the show begins the house management would like to request
just a few things.
First, please no fireworks.
Also, no flash cameras.
And any unauthorized audio or video equipment found being used
may be confiscated. So please save yourself a lot of hassle.
Well I think the band is almost ready to go now.

No, no. Not quite yet.

One thing I would like to point out.
Upon completion of the show tonight -

So ya
Thought ya
Might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
Tell me is something eluding you sunshine?
Is this not what you expected to see?
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes?
You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise

Mama loves her baby
And Daddy loves you too
And the sea may look warm to you baby
And the sky may look blue

But ooooh babe
Ooooh baby blue
Ooooh ooooh babe

If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear stained eyes
Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
Just slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
As you claw the thin ice

Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me ?
Daddy what d'ya leave behind for me ?

All in all it was just a brick in the wall
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall

When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers
who wouldHurt the children anyway they could
By pouring their derision
upon anything we did
And exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kids

But in the town it was well known
When they got home at night, their fat
And psychopathic wives would thrash them
Within inches of their lives

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher leave them kids alone
Hey teacher, leave them kids alone

All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave the kids alone
Hey teacher leave us kids alone

All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

Wrong! Do it again!
If you don't eat your meat you can't have any pudding.
How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?
You! Yes you behind the bikeshed.
Stand still laddie!

Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb
Mother do you think they'll like this song
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls
Ooooh ahhh mother should I build the wall

Mother should I run for president
Mother should I trust the government
Mama will they put me in the firing line
Ooooh ahhh is it just a waste of time

Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm
Ooooh Babe
Ooooh baby
Ooooh Babe of course Mama's gonna help build the wall
Oooh Babe
Oooh baby
Oooooohhh
Mama do you think she's good enough
For me
Mama do you think she's dangerous
To me
Mama will she tear your little boy apart
Ooooh ahhh Mother will she break my heart

Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
And mama won't let anyone dirty get through
Mama's gonna wait up until you come in
And mama will always find out where you've been
Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
Oooh Babe
Oooh baby
Oooh Babe you'll always be a baby to me

Mother did it need to be so high

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs
Did, did, did, did you ever wonder
Why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfurled beneath the clear blue sky

Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs
The flames are all long gone
But the pain lingers on
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye
Goodbye

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where waves of hunger roar
Shall we set out across this sea of faces
In search of more and more applause

Shall we buy new guitar
Shall we drive a more powerful car
Shall we work straight through the night
Shall we get into fights
Leave the lights on
Drop bombs
Do tours of the East
Contract diseases
And bury bones
Break up homes
Send flowers by phone
Take to drink
Go to shrinks
Give up meat
Rarely sleep
Keep people as pets
Train dogs
Race rats
Fill the attic with cash
Bury treasure
Store up leisure
But never relax at all

With our backs to the wall
Backs to the wall

I am just a new boy
A stranger in this town
Where are all the good times
Who's gonna show this stranger around?

Ooooh I need a dirty woman
Ooooh I need a dirty girl

Will some woman in this desert land
Make me feel like a real man
Take this rock and roll refugee
Oooh baby set me free

Ooooh I need a dirty woman
Ooooh I need a dirty girl

"Hello?"
"Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mrs. Floyd.
Will you accept the charges from United States?"
"Oh he hung up.
That's your residence right? I wonder why he hung up?
Is there supposed to be someone
else there besides your wife there to answer?"
"Hello?"
"This is the United States calling. Are we reaching..."
"See he keeps hanging up. And it's a man answering..."

"Oh my god.
What a fabulous room
Are all these your guitars?
God! This place is bigger than our apartment!

Uhh can I get a drink of water?
You want some? huh?
Oh wow. Look at this tub?
Wanna take a bath?

What are you watching?
Hello?
Are you feeling okay?"

Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin on a dying man
And night after night
We pretend it's all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun anymore
And I can feel
One of all my turns coming on
I feel
Cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum

Run to the bedroom
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
One of my bad days
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would you like to see me try?

Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?

Ooooh Babe
Don't leave me now
Don't say it's the end of the road
Remember the flowers I sent
I need you Babe
To put through the shredder in front of my friends
Ooooh Babe
Don't leave me now
How could you go?
When you know how I need you
...need you
...need you
...need you
...need you
...need you
...need you
To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night
Ooooh Babe
Don't leave me now
How can ya treat me this way?
Running away
...running away
...running away
...running away
...running away
...running away
Ooooh Babe
Why are you running away?
Ooooooooohhh Babe
Ooooooooohhh Babe
Ooooooooohhh Babe

I don't need no arms around me
And I don't need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think I need anything at all
No, don't think I need anything at all

All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall

Goodbye cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye
Goodbye
Goodbye

Goodbye all you people
There's nothing you can say
to make me change my mind
Goodbye

Hey you
Out there in the cold
Getting lonely
Getting old
Can you feel me
Hey you
Standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me
Hey you
Don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight

Hey you
Out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me
Hey you
With your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me
Hey you
Would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I'm coming home

But it was only a fantasy
The wall was too high, as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain

Hey you
Out there on the road
Always doing what you're told
Can you help me
Hey you
Out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall
Can you help me
Hey you
Don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall

"This place is ridiculous."
"A week in here is like playing Russian Roulette."

"I'm going."
"Well go! Go!"
"All right! I will!"

"It better not be you, it'll be the last book you took."
"He'll break you into seven pieces -
one for each day of the week."

"You can't go home yet Snuffy.
You haven't found Buffy."
"Oh I'm sorry Bert but I have to go home.
But it sure was fun pretending..."

Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?

I got a little black book with my poems in
I've got a bag with a toothbrush and 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 hands blues
I got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
I've got electric light
And I got second sight
Got 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

Got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my finger
Got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I got wild staring eyes
And I've got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
...fly to
...fly to
...fly to
...fly to
...fly to
...fly to
...fly to
Ooooh Babe
When I pick up the phone

There's still nobody home
I've got a pair of Gohill's boots
And I got fading roots

Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn
Remember how she said that
We would meet again
Some sunny day

Vera! Vera!
What has become of you
Does anybody else in here
Feel the way I do?

Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don't leave the children on their own
No
No
Bring the boys back home

Hello... hello... hello
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on... come on now
I hear you're feeling down
Well I can ease the pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax... relax... relax
I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Now can you show me where it hurts

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb

I have become comfortably numb

Okay... okay... okay
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick
Now can you stand up... stand up... stand up?
I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become
Comfortably numb

Ooooh Ma Ooooh Pa
Must the show go on
Ooooh Pa take me home.. take me home.. take me home
Ooooh Ma let me go... let me go... let me go

Do I have to stand up wild eyed in the spotlight
What a nightmare
Why don't I turn and run
Ooooh Pa take me home.. take me home.. take me home
Ooooh Ma let me go... let me go... let me go

It was just a mistake
I didn't mean to let them
Take away my soul
Am I too old
Is it too late
Ooooh Ma Ooooh Pa
Where's the feeling gone?
Ooooh Ma Ooooh Pa
Will I remember the songs?

The show must go on

"Good evening.
Good evening and welcome to Earl's Court.
My name is Gary Yudman and we are going to have
a fine show this evening
Well, we'd like to thank you for your patience in waiting
The stage is set and the band is about ready to
begin I think...
No, no. Not quite yet
Well this will afford me the opportunity to remind you -"

So ya
Thought ya
Might like to
Go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
I got some bad news for you sunshine
Pink isn't well he stayed back at the hotel
And they've sent us along as a surrogate band
We're gonna find out where you fans really stand

Are there any queers in the theatre tonight
Get 'em up against the wall
There's one in the spotlight
Now he don't look right to me
Get him up against the wall
And that one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon
Who let all this riffraff into the room
There's one smoking a joint
And another with spots
If I had my way I'd have all of you shot

Aaaaghhh !
Are there any paranoids in the audience tonight?
Is there anyone who worries about things?
Pathetic!
This is for all the weak people in the audience.
Is there anyone here who's weak?
This is for you, it's called Run Like Hell.
Let's all have a clap!
Come on, we can't hear you,
get your hands together, have a good time!
Enjoy yourselves! That's better!

Run... run... run... run...
Run...run... run... run...
Run... run... run... run...

You better make your face up in
Your favorite disguise
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
as the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter
Down your door
You better run

Run... run... run... run...
Run... run... run... run...
Run... run... run... run... run... run... run... run...

You better run all day
And run all night
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight
You'd better park the car well out of sight
'Cos if they catch you in the back seat
Trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You better run

Ahhh Ooooh You can not reach me now
Ahhh No matter how you try
Goodbye cruel world it's over
Walk on by

Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come

Waiting to cut out the deadwood
Waiting to clean up the city
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to put on a black shirt
Waiting to weed out the weaklings
Waiting to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors
Waiting for the final solution
To strengthen the strain
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to turn on the showers
And fire the ovens
Waiting for the queens and the coons and the reds and the jews
Waiting to follow the worms

Would... would you like to see Britannia
Rule again my friend
All you have to do is follow the worms

Would... would you like to send our coloured cousins
Home again my friend
All you need to do is folow the worms

Stop
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform
And leave the show
And I'm waiting in this cell
Because I have to know
Have I been guilty all this time

Good morning Worm your honour
The Crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature
This will not do

Since my friend
you have revealed your Deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
Tear down the wall

All alone or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
Some gathered together in bands
The bleeding hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall
After all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall

Is There Anybody Out There?

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