Momma loves her baby. And Daddy loves her, too. And the sea may look warm to ya, Baby. And the sky may look blue. Baby. . Baby Blue. Baby. If you should go skating.
I used to think the world was flat. Rarely threw my hat into the crowd. I felt I had used up my quota of yearning. Used to look in on the children at night.
I used to think the world was flat. Rarely threw my hat into the crowd. I felt I had used up my quota of yearning. Used to look in on the children at night.
Benny is a Welsh coal miner. He is a radio ham. He is 23 years old, married to Molly. They have a son, young Ben, age 4, and a new baby. They look after Benny's twin brother Billy, who is apparently a vegetable. The mine is closed by the market forces. The Male Voice Choir stops singing, the village is dying. One night Benny takes Billy on a pub crawl. Drunk in a brightly-lit shopping mall, Benny vents his anger on a shop window full of multiple TV images of Margaret Thatcher's mocking condescension. In defiance, he steals a cordless phone. Later that night, Benny cavorts dangerously on the parapet of a motorway footbridge, in theatrical protest of the tabloid press. That same night, a cab driver is killed by a concrete block dropped off a similar bridge. The police come to question Benny; he hides the cordless phone under the cushion of Billy's wheelchair..
An angel on a Harley. Pulls across to greet a fellow rolling stone. Puts his bike up on it's stand. Leans back and then extends. A scarred and greasy hand...he said.
I just cowered in the corner. My pyjama coat over my head. And she smiled as she finished her sandwich. And her cold eyes fixed me to my dark history.
Note: This song appears to be about 3 seconds long. (Russian's speaking over radio). (Instrumental).
You! Yes you! Stand still laddy!. . When we grew up and went to school. There were certain teachers. Who would hurt the children any way they could. By pouring their derision upon anything we did.
And the moment of clarity. Faded like charity does. Sometimes. I open one eye. And I put out my hand just to touch your soft hair. To make sure in the darkness that you were still there.
The powers that be. They like a tough game. No rules. Some you win, some you lose. Competition's good for you. They're dying to be free. They're the powers that be.
[Man:] "Blimey! I...I suppose...that was it.". [Woman:] "Wasn't it light?". [Man:] "Yea, terrific. You--you get terrific light with those bombs. Listen! A dog!".
All in all it's just another brick in the wall. All in all you're just another brick in the wall. . Just another blunder. Just another lousy call. Just another clap of thunder.
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.
[Woman:] "It's funny to think there's no shelters this time. We had an old Anderson in the garden. I can see it now. We had stertians growing all over it, and we painted the front green. Painted it looked quite pretty. Next door grew cabbages on theirs.".
[Radio:] "An enemy missile attack has been launched against this country. It is estimated that the missiles will arrive in approximately three minutes.".
Two things that have haunted me most are the days when I had to. collect the pay books; and when I left Bill Hubbard in no-man's-land.. "I was picked up and taken into their trench. And I'd no sooner taken.