A Momentary Lapse of Reason
Produced by Bob Ezrin and David Gilmour
Released September, 1987
Signs of Life (Gilmour,
Ezrin) When the
child like view of the world went, nothing replaced it...nothing
replaced it...nothing replaced it...
I do not like being asked to..... I do not like being asked to...
I do not like being asked to....
Other people replaced it Someone who knows
(Instrumental)
Learning to Fly (Gilmour,Moore,Ezrin,Carin)
Into the distance, a ribbon of black Stretched
to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a
windswept field Standing alone my senses reeled A
fatal attraction holding me fast, how Can I escape this
irresistible grasp? Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I Ice
is forming on the tips of my wings Unheeded warnings, I thought
I thought of everything No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone A soul in tension
that's learning to fly Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied
and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I Friction lock - set.
Mixture - rich Propellers - fully forward Flaps
- set - 10 degrees Engine gauges and suction - check Mixture
set to maximum percent - recheck Flight instruments...
Altimeters - check both (garbled word) - on Navigation
lights - on Strobes - on (to tower): "Confirm
3-8-Echo ready for departure" (tower): "Hello again,
this is now 129.4" (to tower): "129.4. It's to
go." (tower): "You may commence your takeoff,"
"winds over 10 knots." (to tower):
"3-8-Echo" Easy on the brakes. Take it easy.
Its gonna roll this time. Just hand the power gradually,
and it... Above the planet on a wing and a prayer, My
grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air, Across the clouds
I see my shadow fly Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light Could blow
this soul right through the roof of the night There's no
sensation to compare with this Suspended animation, A state of
bliss Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied
and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
The Dogs of War (Gilmour, Manzanera)
Dogs of war and men of hate With
no cause, we don't discriminate Discovery is to be disowned
Our currency is flesh and bone Hell opened up and put
on sale Gather 'round and haggle For hard
cash, we will lie and deceive Even our masters don't know the
web we weave One world, it's a battleground One
world, and we will smash it down One world ... One world
Invisible transfers, long distance calls, Hollow
laughter in marble halls Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
Has unleashed the dogs of war You can't stop what has
begun Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion We
all have a dark side, to say the least And dealing in death is
the nature of the beast One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down One world ... One
world The dogs of war don't negotiate The dogs
of war won't capitulate, They will take and you will give,
And you must die so that they may live You can knock at
any door, But wherever you go, you know they've
been there before Well winners can lose and things can get
strained But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain.
One world, it's a battleground One world, and we will
smash it down One world ... One world
One Slip
A restless eye across a weary room A
glazed look and I was on the road to ruin The music played
and played as we whirled without end No hint, no word
her honour to defend I will, I will she sighed to my request
And then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put
to the test Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire I
lead the way to the funeral pyre And without a thought of the
consequence I gave in to my decadence One
slip, and down the hole we fall It seems to take no time at all
A momentary lapse of reason That binds a life for life
A small regret, you won't forget, There'll be no sleep
in here tonight Was it love, or was it the idea of being in
love? Or was it the hand of fate, that seemed
to fit just like a glove? The moment slipped by and soon the
seeds were sown The year grew late and neither one wanted
to remain alone One slip, and down the hole we fall It
seems to take no time at all A momentary lapse of reason
That binds a life for life A small regret, you will
never forget, There'll be no sleep in here tonight
On the Turning
Away On the turning away From
the pale and downtrodden And the words they say Which
we won't understand "Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering Or you'll find that
you're joining in The turning away" It's
a sin that somehow Light is changing to shadow And
casting it's shroud Over all we have known Unaware
how the ranks have grown Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone In the dream of the
proud On the wings of the night As the daytime
is stirring Where the speechless unite In a
silent accord Using words you will find are strange And
mesmerized as they light the flame Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night No more turning away
From the weak and the weary No more turning away
From the coldness inside Just a world that we all must
share It's not enough just to stand and stare Is
it only a dream that there'll be No more turning away?
Yet Another Movie (Gilmour, Leonard)
One sound, one single sound One kiss, one single kiss
A face outside the window pane However did it come to
this? A man who ran, a child who cried A girl
who heard, a voice that lied The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed The use of force, he was so
tough She'll soon submit, she's had enough The
march of fate, the broken will Someone is lying very still
He has laughed and he has cried He has fought and he
has died He's just the same as all the rest He's
not the worst, he's not the best And still this ceaseless
murmuring The babbling that I brook The seas
of faces, eyes upraised The empty screen, the vacant look
A man in black on a snow white horse, A pointless life
has run its course, The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
As he fades into the setting sun M:
"You're going on that plane" "to take you where
you belong." W: "But no, I have..." M:
"You have got to listen to me." "Do you have any
idea what" you have to look forward to if you stay here?
Nine chances out of 10 we both end up in a
concentration camp and that.... W: "You're only saying
these things to make me go." M: "I'm saying it 'cause
it's true." Inside us, we both know we belong in different......
....maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and
for the rest of your life. W: But what about us? But
what about us? But what about us?
Round and
Round (Gilmour) (Instrumental)
A New Machine - Part I (Gilmour) I
have always been here I have always looked out from behind the
eyes It feels like more than a lifetime Feels
like more than a lifetime Sometimes I get tired of the waiting
Sometimes I get tired of being in here Is this the way
it has always been? Could it ever have been different?
Do you ever get tired of the waiting? Do you ever get
tired of being in there? Don't worry, nobody lives forever,
Nobody lives forever
Terminal Frost (Gilmour)
(Instrumental)
A New Machine - Part II (Gilmour)
I will always be in here I will
always look out from behind these eyes It's only a lifetime
It's only a lifetime It's only a lifetime
Sorrow
(Gilmour) The sweet smell of a great
sorrow lies over the land Plumes of smoke rise and merge into
the leaden sky: A man lies and dreams of green fields and
rivers, But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise In his
youth or a dream, he can't be precise He's chained forever to a
world that's departed It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen & curdled with fright His
knees have trembled & given way in the night His hand has
weakened at the moment of truth His step has faltered One
world, one soul Time pass, the river rolls It's
not enough it's not enough His hand has faltered ....
.... ...... And he talks to the river of lost love and
dedication And silent replies that swirl invitation Flow
dark and troubled to an oily sea A grim intimation of what is
to be There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight And
silence that speaks so much louder that words, Of promises
broken.