Saturday, February 27, 2010


Dogs 17:03
     (written by Gilmour, Waters)

You got to be crazy, gotta have a real need
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
Then moving in silently, downwind 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 a club tie, and a 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 gonna get harder, harder, harder as you get older
Yeah, and in the end you'll pack up, fly down south
And hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone 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

Got to 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

Dave Gilmour: "...not one of my real favourites." [Schaffner 214]
Dave Gilmour: "The solos on Dogs from the Animals album I kept on because they're different and slightly outside my usual scope." [Guitar Jan 1985]

The line noted with an asterisk is different than on the album lyrics sheet, which reads:
Who was given a seat in the stand

Pigs on the Wing Part One
Pigs (Three Different Ones)
Pigs on the Wing Part Two

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