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RTP2003:
Pink Floyd -"What Shall We Do Now?/Empty Spaces"
(backwards message)
"Congratulations, You have just discovered the secret message.
Please send your answer to 'Old Pink',
Care of the funny farm, Chalfont..."
(interrupted)
"Roger, Caroline's on the phone..."
What shall we use
To fill the empty spaces
Where we used to talk?
How shall I fill
The final places?
How should I complete the wall...
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 a 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 at night?
Drop bombs in the streets?
Do tours of the east?
Contract disease?
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?
Raise 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
RTP2003:
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 here
Feel the way I do?
RTP2003:
Goodbye Betsy I'm goin' away
I'm sick of you and there ain't no way
Don't want to know, dont want to see
Don't you ever bother me
Sick of hanging around your pad
Sick of your Mom and sick of your Dad
Yeah and Betsy,
its sad but true,
now I'm even sick of you.
No way, no way, no way
No way, no way, no way
No way, for our love
No way for our love
Cuz I'm sick of you.
Good bye Betsy I'm going away.
Sick of you and I dont wanna stay
Dont want to know, dont want to see
Dont you ever bother me
Sick of hanging around your pad
Sick of your Mom and sick of your Dad
Yes and Betsy its sad but true
Now I'm even sick of you.
No way, no way, no way
No way, no way, no way
No way, for our love,
No way for our love
Cuz I'm sick of you
Every evening and every day,
Seems to always turn out this way,
To get an end
I better find new love,
then you'll pay,
then youll pay,
aint no way.
Cuz im sick of you.
Goodbye Betsy I'm going away,
Sick of you and I dont wanna stay
Don't want to know , don't want to see
Don't you ever, bother me ....
Froderik:
Visions cupped within a flower
Deadly petals with strange power
Faces shine a deadly smile
Look upon you at your trial
Chill and numbs from head to toe
Icy sun with frosty glow
Words that grow read to your sorrow
Words that grow read no tomorrow
Feel your spirit rise with the breeze
Feel your body falling to its knees
Sleeping wall of remorse
Turns your body to a corpse
Turns your body to a corpse
Turns your body to a corpse
Sleeping wall of remorse
Turns your body to a corpse
Now from darkness there springs light
Wall of Sleep is cool and bright
Wall of Sleep is lying broken
Sun shines in you have awoken
Whooter:
Don't come around here no more,
bringing me all of your bad rain.
Can't you see I've got troubles of my own.
I ain't got time to be messing with all of your bad rain,
why in the world can't you just leave that stuff alone?
There was a time we had a good thing going on,
you and I both know the reason why it all went wrong.
Tried to stick by you, help you see it through,
but you used me all up, now you're on your own.
So, don't come around here no more,
bringing me all of your bad rain.
Can't you see I've got troubles of my own.
I ain't got time to be messing with all of your bad rain,
why in the world can't you just leave that stuff alone?
Well I tried and tried again, to be good to you,
but you won't a hear a word and I don't know what it's coming to.
Comes a time when you just have to turn and, walk away,
there's nothing left to do, nothing left to say.
So, don't come around here no more,
bringing me all of your bad rain.
Can't you see I've got troubles of my own.
I ain't got time to be messing with all of your bad rain,
why in the world can't you just leave that stuff alone?
I ain't someone to be preaching to nobody else,
ain't going to try and pretend to be living that clean myself.
Can't stand by and watch you throw your life away,
But there's nothing left to do, nothing left to say.
So, don't come around here no more,
bringing me all of your bad rain.
Can't you see I've got troubles of my own.
I ain't got time to be messing with all of your bad rain,
why in the world can't you just leave that stuff alone?
Why in the world can't you just leave that stuff alone?
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