In the Flesh

Pladen blev udgivet 2000
Produceret af James Guthrie
DVD'en er udgivet 2002
Produceret af Lee Rolontz

Jeg har ikke undersøgt det helt til bunds det her, men jeg skulle tage meget fejl hvis ikke det er lydsporet fra DVD'en der er på CD'en. Begge er optaget på Rose Garden Arena i Portland (27.juni 2000 ) og America West Arena i Phoenix.
Der er måske små forskelle, men det kan kun være små detaljer.
Derfor handler denne side om DVD'en men passer selvfølgelig også på CD'en.

Jeg har ikke mange spændende baggrundsdetaljer om disse udgivelser, men teksterne kan du da læse længere nede.

Der er ikke meget solo-projekt over det her. Det meste er det gode gamle Pink Floyd musik. Jeg er lidt skuffet, men må på den anden side erkende at han tilfører den gamle musik en hel del nyt liv. Jeg tænker især på nummeret "Dogs" men også på "Set the Controls..."

Mange af de lydkulisser der altid bliver brugt på både Waters' og Floyds plader er selvfølgelig med her på scenen - også Islington Green school Choir på "Another Brick..". Men lur mig om ikke det der bliver sagt under numrene fra "The Dark side..." er Waters der taler (???).
I hvert fald er det noget andet end damen gør på pladen, under "Amused to Death" numrene.
Dét man hører, er dét han gerne ville have haft med på "amused to Death", nemlig en scene fra Stanley Kubricks "2001: A Space Odyssey". Det man hører, er computeren Hal der er ved at gå ned. Husker du den baglæns besked fra Amused to Death ?

Der er ét nyt nummer på pladen. Og dét nummer er jo i danske øjne særdeles interessant, da det første vers er taget fra et Halfdan Rasmussen digt. Oprindeligt troede Waters at det var et argentinsk toruroffer der havde skrevet ordene, men den udemærkede hjemmeside pinkfloydhyperbase.dk gjorde Waters opmærksom på fejltagelsen. Waters ville så i kontakt med Halfdan - men på det tidspunkt var Halfdan netop død. Digtet hedder "Ikke Bødlen" og blev udgivet i en dansk digtantologi udgivet af Amnesty International i 1979.
Halfdan Rasmussens digt lyder sådan:

Ikke bødlen gør mig bange.
ikke hadet og torturen,
ikke dødens riffelgange eller skyggerne på muren.
Ikke nætterne,
Ikke nætterne,
når smertens sidste stjerne styrter ned,
men den nådesløse verdens blinde ligegyldighed.

Sammenlign selv med Waters version

En lille detalje: Efter "Time" fremfører de "Breathe - Reprise", men det er kun i innercovert af Dark Side at det betragtes som et seperat nummer. Jeg har skrevet teksterne her som var det et seperat nummer.

Eins, zwei, drei alle

In the Flesh (Waters) [4:41)

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

Are there any queers in the theater tonight?
Get them up against the wall!
There's one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me,
Get him up against the wall!
That one looks Jewish!
And that one's a coon!
Who let all of this riff-raff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint,
and that one's got spots!
If I had my way,
I'd have all of you shot!

The Happiest Days of our Lives (Waters) [1:36]

When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who would hurt the children
in any way 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 andpsychopathic
wives would thrash them
within inches of their lives

Another Brick in the Wall Part 2 (Waters) [5:52]

We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teachers! 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 dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave those kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave those kids alone!
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave those kids alone
Hey! Teachers! Leave those kids alone!
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

Mother (Waters) [5:41]

Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb?
Mother do you think they'll like the song?
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?
Ooh aah, Mother should I build the wall?
Mother should I run for president?
Mother should I trust the government?
Mother will they put me in the firing line?
This is just a waste of time

Hush now baby, baby, dont you cry.
Mother's gonna make all your nightmares come true.
Mother's gonna put all her fears into you.
Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing.
She wont let you fly, but she might let you sing.
Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm.
Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,
Of course mama's gonna help to build the wall.

Mother do you think she's good enough -- for me?
Mother do you think she's dangerous -- to me?
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Mother will she break my heart?

Hush now baby, baby dont you cry.
Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.
Mama wont let anyone dirty get through.
Mama's gonna wait up till you get in.
Mama will always find out where you've been.
Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean.
Ooooh baby oooh baby oooh baby,
You'll always be baby to me.

Mother, did it need to be so high?

Get Your Filthy Hands off My Desert (Waters) [0:52]

Brezhnev took Afghanistan.
Begin took Beirut.
Galtieri took the Union Jack.
And Maggie, over lunch one day,
Took a cruiser with all hands.
Apparently, to make him give it back.
Maggie, what have we done ?

Southampton Dock (Waters) [2:16]

They disembarked in 45
And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
There were to many spaces in the line.
And gathered at the cenotaph
they all agreed with the hand on heart
To sheath the sacrificial Knifes.
But now
She stands upon Southampton dock
With her handkerchief
And her summer frock clings
To her wet body in the rain.
In quiet desperation knuckles
White upon the slippery reins
She bravely waves the boys Goodbye again.

Ooh Maggie, what have you done ?

And still the dark stain spreads between
their shoulder blades.
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves.
When the fight was over
we spent what they had made.
But in the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final cut.

Pigs on the Wing (Part One) (Waters) [1:16]

If you didn't care what happened to me,
And I didn't care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggars to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.

Dogs (Waters, Gilmour) [16:24]

You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
Then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

And after a while, you can work on points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs on you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older.
Yeah.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pet on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.

Who was dragged down by the stone.

Welcome to the Machine (Waters) [6:54]

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine.
Where have you been?
It's alright we know where you've been.
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,
Provided with toys and 'Scouting for Boys'
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didn't like school, and you
know you're nobody's fool,
So welcome to the machine.
Ooh ooh oh oh Welcome to the machine.

Welcome my son, welcome to the machine
What did you dream?
It's alright we told you what to dream
You dreamed of a big star,
He played a mean gituar,
He always ate in the Steak Bar
He loved to drive in his Jaguar
So welcome to the Machine

Wish You Were Here (Waters, Gilmour) [4:57]

So, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell,
Blue skys from pain.
Can you tell a green field
From a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

And did they get you to trade
Your heros for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
And did you exchange
a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls
swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year.
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
And I wish that you were here.
Oh, how I wish you where here
How I wish, how I wish you where here
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
And I wish that you were here.

Shine On You Crazy Diamond (1-8)(Wright, Waters og Gilmoour) [14:43]

Remember when you were young,
You shone like the sun
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes,
Like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond
You were caught on the crossfire
Of childhood and stardom,
Blown on the steel breeze
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon,
You cried for the moon
Shine on you crazy diamond
Threatened by shadows at night,
And exposed in the light
Shine on you crazy diamond
Well you wore out your welcome
With random precision,
Rode on the steel breeze
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!
Nobody knows where you are,
How near or how far
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Pile on many more years
And I'll be joining you there
Shine on you crazy diamond
And we'll bask in the shadow
of yesterday's triumph,
and sail on the steel breeze.
Come on you boy child,
You winner and loser,
Come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!
Shine
Shine
Shine
Shine

Set the Controls for the Heart of the Sun (Waters) [7:10]

Little by little the night turns around.
Counting the leaves which tremble at dawn.
Lotus's lean on each other in yearning.
Under the eaves the swallow is resting.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.

Over the mountain watching the watcher.
Breaking the darkness waking the grapevine.
One inch of love is one inch of shadow.
Love is the shadow that ripens the wine.
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun.

Witness the man who raves at the wall
Making the shape of his question to heaven.
Whether the sun will fall in the evening.
Will he remember the lesson of giving?
Set the controls for the heart of the sun.
The heart of the sun, the heart of the sun.

Breathe (Waters, Gilmour, Wright) [3:23]

Breathe, breathe in the air.
Don't be afraid to care.
Leave but don't leave me.
Look around and choose your own ground.

Long you live and high you fly
And smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be.

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
And when at last the work is done
Don't sit down it's time to dig another one.

For long you live and high you fly
But only if you ride the tide
And balanced on the biggest wave
You race towards an early grave.

Time (Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour) [6:24]

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
and the sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way
The time is gone, the song is over,
Thought I'd something more to say

Breathe (Reprise)

Home.
Home again
I like to be here when I can.
And when I come home cold and tired,
it's good to warm my bones beside the fire
Far away, acros the field,
the tolling of the iron bell
calls the faithful to their knees
to hear the softly spoken magic spells

Money (Waters) [6:11]

Money, get away.
Get a good job with more pay and you're okay.
Money, it's a gas.
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash.
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team.

Money, get back.
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack.
Money, it's a hit.
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit.
I'm in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet.

Money, it's a crime.
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today.
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
giving none away.

5.06 AM (Every Strangers Eyes) (Waters) [5:20]

In truck stops and hamburger joints
in Cadillac limousines
in the company of has-beens and bent-backs
and sleeping forms on pavement steps
In libraries and railway stations
in books and banks
in the pages of history
in suicidal cavalry attacks
I recognize
myself in every stranger's eyes

In wheelchairs by monuments
under tube trains and commuter accidents,
in council care and county courts
at easter fairs and seaside resorts,
and in drawing rooms and city morgues,
in award winning photographs
of liferafts in the china seas,
in transit camps under arc lamps,
and on loading ramps
and faces blurred by rubber stamps
I recognize
my self in every strangers eyes.

And now from where I stand
Upon this hill I plundered from the pool
I look around, I search the skies
I shade my eyes, so nearly blind
And I see signs of half remembered days
I hear bells that chime in strange familiar ways
I recognize
The hope you kindle in your eyes

It's oh so easy now
as we lie here in the dark
Nothing interferes it's obvious
how to beat the tears
That threaten to snuff out
the spark of our love

Perfect Sense, Part I-II (Waters) [7:26]

The monkey sat on a pile of stones
And he stared at the broken bone in his hand
And the strains of a 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 the 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 the 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 the Arabs killed the hostages
And that is the news
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 said
Don't make us laugh
You're a smart kid
Time is linear
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
Man is a tool in the hands
Of the great God Almighty
And they gave him command
Of a nuclear submarine
And sent him back in search of
The Garden of Eden

Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Oh Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Little black soul departs in perfect focus

hold on soldier

Prime time fodder for the News at Nine

Hold on. Hold on soldier

Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight

Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense

Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense

Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense

The Bravery of Being Out of Range (Waters) [5:04]

You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You're old but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change
You're at home on the range
You opened your suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the front line boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next

Hey bartender over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gain terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
Yeah, with the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range

It's a Miracle (Waters) [8:12]

Miraculous you call it babe
You ain't seen nothing yet
They've got Pepsi in the Andes
McDonalds in Tibet
Yosemite's been turned into
A golf course for the Japs
The Dead Sea is alive with rap
Between the Tigris and Euphrates
There's a leisure centre now
They've got all kinds of sports
They've got Bermuda shorts
They had sex in Pennsylvania
A Brazilian grew a tree
A doctor in Manhattan
Saved a dying man for free
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
Another Miracle
By the grace of God Almighty
And the pressures of the marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It's a miracle

We've got warehouses of butter
We've got oceans of wine
We've got famine when we need it
Got designer crime
We've got Mercedes
We've got Porsche
Ferrari and Rolls Royce
Yeah, we've got choice

She said meet me in the Garden of Gethsemane my dear
The Lord said Peter I can see Your house from here
An honest family man
Finally reaped what he had sown
And a farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
It's a miracle
Another miracle

By the grace of God Almighty
And the pressures of the marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It's a miracle

We cower in our shelters
With our hands over our ears
Lloyd-Webber's awful stuff
Runs for years and years and years and years and years
An earthquake hits the theater
But the operetta lingers
Then the piano lid comes down
And breaks his fucking fingers
It's a miracle

Amused to Death (Waters) [9:25]

Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
What is the heart life of a colour TV
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl

News hound sniffs the air
When Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol
Of detachment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell "The belle"
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl

And the children of Melrose
Strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me
Why am I so out of breath
The captain said excuse me ma'am
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
It has amused itself to death.
Amused itself to death

We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We ohhed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
grouped around the TV set
they ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the explanation left
This species has amused itself to death

No tears to cry no feelings left
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death, amused itself to death, amused itself to death
It has amused itself to death

Brain Damage (Waters) [4:06]

One two, one two three four

The lunatic is on the grass
The lunatics are on the grass
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs
Got to keep the loonies on the path

The lunatic is in the hall
The lunatics are in my hall
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
And every day the paper boy brings more

And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
And if there is no room upon the hill
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

The lunatic is in my head
The lunatic is in my head
You raise the blade, you make the change
You re-arrange me 'til I'm sane
You lock the door
And throw away the key
There's someone in my head but it's not me

And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
You shout and no one seems to hear
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon

Eclipse (Waters) [2:19]

All that you touch
All that you see
All that you taste
All you feel.
All that you love
All that you hate
All you distrust
All you save.
All that you give
All that you deal
All that you buy,
beg, borrow or steal.
and all you create
and all you destroy
and all that you do
and all that you say.
and all that you eat
and everyone you meet
and all that you slight
And everyone you fight.
All that is now
All that is gone
All that's to come
and everything under the sun is in tune
but the sun is eclipsed by the moon.

Comfortably Numb (Gilmour, Waters) [8:06]

Hello?
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?
Come on, now,
I hear you're feeling down.
Well I can ease the pain
and get you on your feet again.
Relax.
I'll need some information first.
Just the basic facts.
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

O.K.
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more aaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick.
Can you 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.
I have become comfortably numb

Each Small Candle (Waters, Rasmussen) [9:05]

Not the torturer will scare me
Nor the body's final fall
Nor the barrels of death's rifles
Nor the shadows on the wall
Nor the night when to the ground
The last dim star of pain, is hurled
But the blind indifference
Of a merciless unfeeling world

Lying in the burnt out shell
Of some Albanian farm
An old Babushka
Holds a crying baby in her arms
A soldier from the other side
A man of heart and pride
Breaks ranks, lays down his rifle
to kneel by her side

He binds her wounds
He gives her food
And calms the crying child
Her tuoch gives absolution then
Across the great divide
He picks his way back through the broken
China of her life
And there at the kerb
The samaritan Serb turns..
Turns and waves.. goodbye

And each small candle
Each small candle
Lights a corner of the dark...
Lights a corner of the dark
Each small candle
Each small candle
Lights a corner of the dark
Lights a corner of the dark
Each small candle lights a corner of the dark
When the wheel of pain stops turning
And the branding iron stops burning
When the children can be children
When the desperados weaken
When the tide rolls into greet them
When the natural law of science
Greets the humble and the mighty
And the billion candles burning
Lights the dark side of every human mind

And each small candle
Lights a corner of the dark

Each small candle
Lights the dark side of every human mind
and each small candle
each small candle
light a corner of the dark.

Som alle andre der laver hjemmesider, vil jeg også gerne høre din mening om denne side. Så hvis du har læst hele vejen her ned til bunden af Roger Waters' side, så må du da have fundet den lidt interessant.
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