US THEM

Den rette titel er: Roger Waters, Us+Them, A film by Sean Evans and Roger Waters
Det er også Sean Evans, der var med til at lave Roger Waters - The Wall
Denne udgivelse er i langt højere grad en koncertoptagelse end forgængeren, selvom det altså bliver omtalt som en film.

Det er liveoptagelser fra en tour der startede 26.maj 2017 i Kansas City USA og og sluttede 9.december 2018 i Monterrey Mexico.
På det tidspunkt havde de spillet 156 shows i 36 lande for 2,6 millioner mennesker.
Og selvfølgelig var en del af de 2,6 millioner danskere.

Waters fik meget kritik af en del af sine fans, for at være meget politisk. Ikke så meget med sin musik, for den har længe været politisk, men han anklages for at holde længere politiske taler.

Jeg må erkende, at jeg ikke har fået købt den som CD og har heller ikke streamet den, så det jeg kender til, er DVD'en eller rettere Blu Ray udgaven. Så det er det jeg har kigget på, og bygget denne side over.

Der står på DVD'en, at den er optaget i Amsterdam, men efter at have set den, så tør jeg godt vove påstanden, at den er optaget flere steder end bare Amsterdam. Blandt andet de børn der er med på Another Brick - der er mere end to forskellige "hold".

Sidste nummer - før bonus numrene - er, ifølge coveret, et nummer kaldet "Déjà Vu Reprise", men det er ikke helt rigtigt, for sidte nummer er faktisk et nummer, som er optaget back stage i Rio de Janeiro af Kate Izor. Det er nogle af de unge, der skal medvirke på scenen til "Another Brick", som spiller et nummer der hedder "Novo Lugar", en sang af Maria Fernanda de Souza,og det er også hende der spiller guitar.
Dette nummer bliver spillet under rulleteksterne, som også indeholder en tak til alle de knap 1.800 børn, som har medvirket undervejs på denne turne.
I Danmark var det:
Herning: Ung Herning. Den kommunale ungdomsskole Herning
København: Vesterbro ungdomsgård.

Herunder er tekster og det meste af det der bliver sagt undervejs, ligesom jeg gør på alle mine andre sider.
Der er en bonus på DVD som beatår af en dokumentar og to numre:
A Fleeting Glimpse (Documentary)
Comfortably Numb
Smell the Roses

I've been mad for fucking years, absolutely years
I've been over the edge for yonks
Working with bands so long, I think "Crikey..."
Pitch, or tar, or what ever it was, it doesn't matter much anymore
I've always been mad, I know I've been mad, like the most of us are...
Where are yoou now? Don't answer that
very hard to explain why you are mad,
even if you're not mad..."
Who gives a fuck? It's never really over

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.

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
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.

Home, home again
I like to be here when I can
When I come home cold and tired
It's good to warm my bones beside the fire.
Far away across the field
The tooling of the iron bell
Calls the faithful to their knees
To hear the softly spoken magic spells.

"And I am not frightened of dying
any time will do, I don't mind
Why should I be frightened of dying?
There's no reason for it, you've gotta go sometime."

"I never said I was frightened of dying."

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.

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,
And he always ate in the Steak Bar.
He loved to drive in his Jaguar.
So welcome to the Machine.

If I had been God
I would have rearranged the veins in the face
to make them more resistant to alcohol
and less prone to aging
If I had been God
I would have sired many sons
and I would not have suffered the Romans to kill even one of them

If I had been God
With my staff and my rod
If I had been given the nod
I believe I could have done a better job

And if I were a drone
Patrolling foreign skies
With my electronic eyes for guidance
And the element of surprise
I would be afraid to find someone home
Maybe a woman at a stove
Baking bread, making rice,
or just boiling down some bones
If I were a drone

Lay down Jerusalem
Lay yout bourden down
Lay down Jerusalem
Lay yout bourden down

The temple's in ruins
The bankers get fat
The buffalo's gone
And the mountain top's flat
The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodites
You lean to the left but you vote to the right
And it feels like déjà vu
The sun goes down and I'm still missing you
Counting the cost of a love that got lost
And under my Gulf Stream, in circular pools
There's ninety-nine cents' worth of drunkards and fools

"And it's also the end of broadcasting for Thursday, the end of broadcasting for 1970"
Seven to severe hail, nine, decreasing six in Humber later
Rain then showers, moderate to poor becoming good
"Southwesterly, six to gale eight
Occasionally, severe gale nine"
"At the third stroke, it will be 11:24 and 50 seconds"
"At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely"
"This is the British Broadcasting Corporation"
"At the third stroke it will be 8:57, precisely"
"... southwesterly, 4 or 5, otherwise variable mainly northerly in the southeast"
"A happy new year to you all"
"At the third stroke, it will be 11:25, precisely"

"Goodnight, everyone"

Lie with me now
Under lemon tree skies
Show me the shy, slow smile you keep hidden
By warm brown eyes
Catch the sweet hover of lips just barely apart
And wonder at loves sweet ache
And the wild beat of my heart
Oh, rhapsody tearing me apart

And I dreamed I was saying goodbye to my child
She was taking a last look at the sea
Wading through dreams
up to our knees in warm ocean swells
While bathing belles, soft beneath
Hard bitten shells punch their iPhones
Erasing the numbers of redundant lovers
And search the horizon
And you'll find my child
Down by the shore
Digging around for a chain or a bone
Searching the sand for a relic washed up by the sea
The last refugee

Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail
Tossing away your last cigarette
Picture your finger pushing the doorbell
Picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat
Picture yourself on the streets of Laredo
Picture the casbah, picture Japan
Picture your kid with his hand on the trigger
Picture prosthetics in Afghanistan
Picture a courthouse with no fucking laws
Picture a cathouse with no fucking whores
Picture a shithouse with no fucking drains
Picture a leader with no fucking brains

Oh, picture that

Follow me filming myself at the show
On a phone from a seat in the very front row
Follow Miss Universe catching some rays
Wish You Were Here in Guantanamo Bay
Picture a seat on a private plane
Picture your feet nailed to the floor
Picture a crew who are clearly insane
Picture no windows, picture no doors
Glued to a screen in the state of Nevada
To follow the dream gets harder and harder

Picture her wrapping a gift for the wedding
Picture her boiling the water for tea
Picture the kids climbing into the backseat
Picture my hand turning the key

Oh, picture that

Picture the dog in the pickup ahead
Picture the tree at the side of the road
Picture my hands growing steadily colder

Follow me down to a place by the river
Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver
Why so weedy, so fucking needy
There’s no such thing as being too greedy

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.
Wish you were here.

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
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
Teachers 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 those 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

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

You've got be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
You Gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You've got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
Then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
You've got to 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, 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.

Gotta admint 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 pat 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.

Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are
And when your hand is on your heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying "Keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find.
Down in the pig mine.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh but you're really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.
You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost worth the quick grin.
You like the feel of steel,
You're hot stuff with a hatpin,
And good fun with a hand gun.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh but you're really a cry.

Hey you, Whitehouse, ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse, ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
You're nearly a real treat,
All tight lips and cold feet
And do you feel abused?
.....! .....! .....! .....!
You gotta stem the evil tide,
And keep it all on the inside.
Mary you're nearly a treat,
Mary you're nearly a treat but you're really a cry.

So here's the story folks
Well I guess one of the reasons I'm here today is to tell you I won. I won.
And the other thing chaos. There's zero chaos
We are running.. this is a fine-tuned machine
I won, I won, this is a fine-tuned machine
The news is fake

Money, get away.
Get a good job with good 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.

"HuHuh! I was in the right!"

"Yes, absolutely in the right!"

"I certainly was in the right!"

"Yes. I was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for a bruising!"

"Yeah!"

I've been dying to do it for fucking ages then definitely came the right occasion
I was in the right
I certainly was int the right
"I don't know, I was really drunk at the time!"
Yeah
I certainly was int the right
"Why does anyone do anything?"

Us, and them
And after all we're only ordinary men.
Me, and you.
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do.

Forward he cried from the rear
and the front rank died.
And the general sat and the lines on the map
moved from side to side.

Black and blue
And who knows which is which and who is who.
Up and down.
And in the end it's only round and round, and round.
Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
The poster bearer cried.
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside.

"I mean, they're not gunna kill ya,
so like, if you give 'em a quick short, sharp, shock,
they don't do it again. Dig it?
I mean he got off lightly, 'cos I could've given him a thrashing
I only hit him once! It was only a difference in right n' wrong ain't it,
I mean good manners don't cost nothing do they, eh?"

Down and out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
With, without.
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?

Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind.
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.

The lunatic is on the grass.
The lunatic is 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 forebidings 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 'till 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.

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.
All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
everyone you meet
All that you slight
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.

All you create
All you destroy
All that you do
All that you say.
All that you eat
and everyone you meet
All that you slight
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.

Thank you so much
We can't thank you people enough for the reception that you've given to this band and to this music
We need the love that is in this room to spread gently all over the world if we are to have any chance to figure out how to empathize with our fellow human beings enough to act collectively and stop the pigs destroying this fragile and beautiful planet upon which we live.
We do believe in human rights and we believe they should be equal for all our brothers and sisters all over the world notwithstanding their ethnicity or religion og nationality
So that would include our brothers and sisters in Palestine

If you were a Muslim
And I was a Jew
If I were a Mennonite
And you were a Hindu
Would we exchange
The weight of these chains?
Chains of belief
And the carnage on the trains
To turn over a new leaf

If I had been God
I would not have chosen anyone
I would have laid an even hand
On all my children, every one
Would have been content
To forgo Ramadan and Lent
Time better spent
In the company of friends
Breaking bread and mending nets

US + THEM