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"Walk With Me, Sydney", 1964, lyrics by Roger Waters

'Oooh, walk with me, Sydney.'
'I'd love to love to love to, baby, you know.'
'Oooh, walk with me, Sydney.'
'I'd love to love to love to...'
'Ooh Sydney, it's a dark night.
Hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me hold me tight.'
'I'd love to love to love to.
But I've got flat feet and fallen arches, baggy knees and a broken frame.
Meningitis, peritonitis, DTs and a washed-out brain.'



"Incarceration of a Flower Child", 1968, lyrics by Roger Waters

Do you remember me? how we used to be helpless and happy and blind?
Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine?
Laying on the living-room floor on those indian tapestry cushions you made
Thinking of calling our first born jasmine or jade.

Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it to me,
Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about what it might be,
Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor,
It's gonna get cold in the 1970's.

Do you remember me? how we used to be helpless and happy and blind?
Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine?
Laying on the living-room floor on those indian tapestry cushions you made
Thinking of calling our first born jasmine or jade.

Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it to me,
Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about what it might be,
Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor,
It's gonna get cold in the 1970's.

You wouldn't listen, you thought you knew better, you just to had to speak to that man.
Please believe me, I'll visit whenever I can.
Laying in your little white room with no windows and three square sedations a day,
You plead with the doctor who's running the show,
"Please don't take jasmine away and leave me alone".

Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it to me,
Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about what it might be,
Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor,
It's gonna get cold in the 1970's.

Do you remember me? how we used to be helpless and happy and blind?
Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine?
Now in your little white room with no windows and three square sedations a day
You plead with the doctor who's running the show,
"Please don't take jasmine away and leave me alone".

Причем я так и не послушала единственное исполнение Марианны Фейтфулл, только прочла слова Роджера. Интересно, чьим голосом они однажды прозвучат у меня в голове, интересно, какая музыка будет с ними звучать, действительно интересно...



"If", 1970, lyrics by Roger Waters

If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late.
And if I were a good man, I'd talk with you more often than I do.
If I were to sleep, I could dream.
If I were afraid, I could hide.
If I go insane, please don't put your wires in my brain.
If I were the moon, I'd be cool.
If I were a rule, I would bend.
If I were a good man, I'd understand the spaces between friends.
If I were alone, I would cry.
And if I were with you, I'd be home and dry.
And if I go insane, will you still let me join in with the game?
If I were a swan, I'd be gone.
If I were a train, I'd be late again.
If I were a good man, I'd talk to you more often than I do