Saturday, April 25, 2020

Pink Floyd's Roger Waters interview (video)

Roger "Pink Floyd" Waters, Rolling Stone Writer Brian Hiatt; Seth Auberon, Wisdom Quarterly



Roger Waters: Rolling Stone interview
Rolling Stone spoke with Pink Floyd founder, activist, and stadium-filling solo-artist Roger Waters about fun things like Don Trump and COVID-19, his postponed tour, John Prine, a failed Pink Floyd peace meeting, and aging artists on tour.
(Comment by MD to Terry1Million) "Dogs" [live at Manchester Arena in the summer of 2018] is an absolute masterpiece. I saw Roger Waters in Dublin in 2019. He never puts on a bad show. For me, this song was the highlight, even better than the album version.

LYRICS: "Dogs"

You got to be crazy
you gotta have a real need
You gotta sleep on your toes
and when you're on the street



You got to be able to pick out the easy meat
with your eyes closed
And then moving in silently
down wind and out of sight
You 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
and 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 lose 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
(stone, stone, stone...)

Gotta admit that 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
Everything's done under the sun
But 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?

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