Saturday, March 6, 2010

Lost For Words

Lost For Words
     (written by Gilmour, Samson)

I was spending my time in the doldrums
I was caught in a cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralyzed
I thought that everything else would just wait

While you are wasting your time on your enemies
Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision reality fades
Like shadows into the night

To martyr yourself to caution
Is not gonna help at all
Because there'll be no safety in numbers
When the Right One walks out of the door

I think he bopped him pretty good.
4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 — that's got 'im!
Ladies and gentlemen: the winner, by a knockout —

Can you see your days blighted by darkness?
Is it true you beat your fists on the floor?
Stuck in a world of isolation
While the ivy grows over the door

So I open my door to my enemies
And I ask could we wipe the slate clean
* But they tell me to please go and fuck myself *
You know you just can't win

This song, which seems to be explicitly about Roger Waters, features the added touch of sound bites from a boxing match in the middle section. The 'Right One' may be a reference to Rick Wright, who was forced out of the band by Roger after the Wall sessions for not doing his job.

Cluster One
What Do You Want from Me
Poles Apart
Great Day for Freedom, A
Wearing the Inside Out
Take It Back
Coming Back to Life
Keep Talking
Lost for Words
High Hopes

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