...hvor vi kom ind?
Todd.
Okay, Todd?
Tak.
Det varså lidt.
Kunne jeg bede om et lille glas billig vin?
Tak.
Pompg?
Hvad er svaret?
Vi skal ikke til et hotel.
Vi skal hjem.
IN THE FLESH?
# So ya
# Thought ya
# Might like to go to the show
# To feel the warm thrill of confusion
# That space cadet glow
# Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine?
# Is this not what you expected to see?
# If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes
# You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise #
Lys!
Kør lydeffekterne!
Og action!
Smid det til dem.
Smid det til dem!
THE THIN ICE
# Momma loves her baby
# And daddy loves you too
# And the sea may look warm to you babe
# And the sky may look blue
# But ooooh Baby
# Ooooh baby blue
# Oooooh
# Oooooh babe
# If you should go skating
# On the thin ice of modern life
# Dragging behind you the silent reproach
# Of a million tear-stained eyes
# Don't be surprised When a crack in the ice
# Appears under your feet
# You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
# With your fear flowing out behind you
# As you claw the thin ice
ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL, PART 1
# Daddy's flown across the ocean
# Leaving just a memory
# A snapshot in the family album
# Daddy, what else did you leave for me?
# Daddy, what d'ya leave behind for me?
# All in all it was just a brick in the wall
# All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
THE HAPPIEST DAYS OF OUR LIVES
Dig!
Ja, dig!
Stå stille, knægt!
# When we grew up and went to school
# There were certain teachers who would
# Hurt the children in any way they could
# By pouring their derision
# Upon anything we did
# And exposing every weakness
# However carefully hidden by the kids
# But in the town, it was well-known
# When they got home at night, Their fat and
# Psychopathic wives would thrash them
# Within inches of their lives
ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL, PART 2
# We don't need no education
# We don't need no thought control
# No dark sarcasm in the classroom
# Teachers leave them kids alone
# Hey! Teachers! Leave them kids alone!
# All in all it's just another brick in the wall
# All in all you're just Another brick in the wall
# We don't need no education
# We don't need no thought control
# No dark sarcasm in the classroom
# Teachers leave them kids alone
# Hey! Teachers! Leave us kids alone!
# All in all you're just Another brick in the wall
# All in all you're just another brick in the wall #
Forkert! Gør det igen!
Hvis du ikke spiser dit kød,
kan du ikke få noget budding!
Hvordan skulle du kunne få din budding, hvis du ikke spiser dit kød?
Dig!
Ja! Dig bag cykelskurerne.
Stå stille, knægt!
THE BALLAD OF JEAN CHARLES DE MENEZES
# 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
# And apologies ring hollow
# From the guilty in Whitehall
# And there's no him' of sorrow
# In the whitewash on their walls
# And nothing is gained
# And Jean Charles de Menezes
# Remains
# Just another brick in the wall
Jeg kunne godt tænke mig...
- at dedikere denne koncert...
- til ham...
- og til alle de andre ofrer for statslig terror...
- overalt, på hele Jorden.
Da jeg selv var ung...
- spillede vi i London.
Vi optog nogle shows der.
Jeg har et lille klip med her i aften.
Og det... ah?
...er et klip af mig, der synger sangen "Mother".
Jeg vil forsøge at synge den i dobbeltvokal...
- og spille den akustiske guitar...
- sammen med den fattige, sørgelige og fucked up lille Roger...
- fra dengang så lang tid siden.
Ønsk os held og lykke.
Tak.
MOTHER
# Mother do you think They'll drop the bomb?
# Mother do you think They'll like this song?
#Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls?
# Oooooohh ahhhh
# Mother should I build the wall?
# Mother should I run for president?
# Mother should I trust the government?
# Mama will they put me in the firing line?
# Oooooohh ahhhh
# Is it just a waste of time?
# Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
# Mother's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
# Mother's gonna put All of her fears into you
# Mother's gonna keep you right here under her wing
# She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
# Mama's gonna keep baby Cosy and warm
# Ooooh babe
# Oooooh babe
# Of course mama's gonna Help build the wall
# Mama do you think she's good enough
# For me?
# Mama do you think she's dangerous
# To me?
# Mama will she tear your little boy apart?
# Mother will she break my heart?
# Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
# Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
# Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
# Mama's gonna wait up until you get in
# Mama will always find out where you've been
# Mama's gonna keep baby Healthy and clean
# Ooooh babe
# You'll always be baby to me
# Mother, did it need to be so high? #
Mange tak.
Jeg føler det som om at vi har kørt rundt i cirkler i timevis.
Det er landskabet, er det ikke?
Ja, det er fransk, tror jeg.
Hvor kom jeg til?
Nå ja, der er den der film om en russisk lastbilschauffør...
- og hans lastbil går i stykker i Mongoliet.
Der er den scene, hvor han bliver meget, meget fuld...
- og han holder en lang, følelsesladet tale...
- om det faktum at han ikke kan huske sin bedstefars navn.
Da jeg så det, var det som at få en kniv i hjertet.
Og jeg sagde "Åh, min gud."
Jeg tænkte, "Min bedstefar,...
Hvad fanden var min bedstefars navn?"
Og jeg gik i panik.
Og et øjeblik senere trods panikken,
Sagde jeg, "George Henry."
Han blev dræbt her i 1916.
Jeg mener, det er umuligt at forestille sig hvordan det må have været.
Kulsort og skræmt for livet.
Fyrene i skyttegravene må have indset temmelig tidligt...
- at folkene, der tog beslutningerne...
- ikke anede, hvad de foretog sig.
Selvfølgelig ikke.
Det hele var vanvid, og havde været det fra starten...
- og ville gå over til at blive sindsygt...
- indtil slutningen, hvor de kaldte det "uafgjort" og tog hjem
Og hvor gammel var din far, da hans far døde?
To.
Så det er to krige, der tog...
- det mindste minde om fædre fra to børn?
Ja.
De fleste regenter lyver,
- alligevel er løgne mindre chokerende, mindre ødelæggende...
- end den valgte, kultiverede ignorance Chevallier nævner her.
"Denne ignorance nægter den realitet, der fremprovokerer medlidenhed."
"Det er en fejl, at tænke på sådanne krigsledere..."
- "eller, i dag, økonomiske strateger, som ubarmhjertig."
"De er ynkelig."
"Det er hvad vi må lære og det vi må handle ud fra."
"De er ynkelige."
(SNIFFS)
George Henry, kulgraver.
Det har været en af mine abitioner, at komme her med jer tre.
Tre oldebørn, og et barnebarn.
Der er to millioner mænd. Utroligt.
Man kan planlægge at møde mennesker i sine drømme.
- Kan man? - Ja.
Når du går i seng i aften,
- vil jeg bede dig planlægge at møde George Henry in your dreams.
Jeg drømte engang, at jeg sprang ned ad en bakke...
- men jeg landede nær en bjørn og den åd mig.
Det er muligt, at du fik panikanfald omkring russerne...
- eller bare bjørne i al almindelighed.
Det er også en mulighed.
Jeg har aldrig været i kontrol over mine drømme hvor jeg har tænkt "Hov, jeg drømmer..."
- "nu kan jeg gøre det ene eller det andet."
Jeg har haft sådan en drøm én gang, og så mistede jeg kontrollen...
- og blev angrebet af japanske soldater fra WWII-æraen.
Du blev angrebet af japanske soldater?
- Ja. - Wow.
Se mor, der er en flyvemaskine oppe i himlen
GOODBYE BLUE SKY
# Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
# Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones?
# Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs?
# Did, did, did, did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter
# When the promise of a brave new world unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?
# Oooh oooh oooh oooh oooh
# Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones?
# Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs?
# The flames are all long gone but the pain lingers on
# Goodbye, blue sky
# Goodbye
EMPTY SPACES
# What shall # What shall
# We use # We use
# To fill # To fill
# The empty # The empty
# Spaces # Spaces
# Where waves # Where waves
# Of hunger # Of hunger
# Gnaw? # Gnaw?
# Shall we set out
# Across this sea of faces
# In search of more
# And more applause? #
WHAT SHALL WE DO NOW?
# Shall we buy a new guitar?
# Shall we drive a more powerful car?
# Shall we work straight through The night?
# Shall we get into fights?
# Leave the lights on? Drop bombs?
#It Do tours of the east?
# Contract diseases?
# Bury bones? Break up homes?
# Send flowers by phone?
# Take to drink? Go to shrinks?
# Give up meat? Rarely sleep?
# Keep people as pets?
# Train dogs? Raise rats?
# Fill the attic with cash?
# Bury treasure? Store up leisure?
# But never relax at all
# With our backs to the wall #
# Backs to the wall...
YOUNG LUST
# I am just a new boy
# Stranger in this town
# Where are all the good times?
# Who's gonna show This stranger around?
# Ooooh, I need a dirty woman
# Ooooh, I need a dirty girl
# Will some woman in this desert land
# Make me feel like a real man?
# Take this rock and roll refugee
# Oooh, babe, set me free
# Ooooh, I need a dirty woman
# Ooooh, I need a dirty girl
# Ooooh, I need a dirty woman
# Ooooh, I need a dirty girl
ONE OF MY TURNS
Hvad angår hendes tjenestepige,
kan hun få sin middag med køkkenets hjælp.
Javel, herre.
Hvis du bare vil fortælle mig det vide så hurtigt som muligt.\i}
# Day after day, love turns grey
# Like the skin of a dying man
# Night after night, we pretend it's all right
# But I have grown older
# And you have grown colder
# And nothing is very much fun any more
# And I can feel
# One of my turns coming on
# I feel
# Cold as a razor blade
# Tight as a tourniquet
# Dry as a funeral drum
# Run to the bedroom
# In the suitcase on the left
# You'll find my favourite axe
# Don't look so frightened
# This is just a passing phase
# One of my bad days
# Would you like to watch TV?
# Or get between the sheets?
# Or contemplate the silent freeway?
# Would you like something to eat?
# Would you like to learn to fly?
# Would you like to see me try?
# Would you like to call the cops?
# Do you think it's time I stopped?
# Why are you running away? #
DON'T LEAVE ME NOW
# Ooooh, babe
# Don't leave me now
# Don't say it's the end of the road
# Remember the flowers I sent
# I need you, babe
# To put through the shredder in front of my friends
# Ooooh, babe
# Don't leave me now
# How could you go?
# When you know how I need you
# Need you, need you, need you
# To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night
# Ooooh, babe
# Don't leave me now
# How can you treat me this way?
# Running away
# Oooh, babe
# Why are you running away?
# Oooh, babe
# Oooh...
# Ooohhh
Hvor er vi?
Frankrig
Og hvor skal vi hen?
Italien.
Det skal vi nemlig.
Vi skal igennem tunneler.
Det håber jeg.
Kan du huske sidste gang vi skulle igennem en tunnel?
Vi må have været 17 eller 18.
Vi var på vej til Bagdad.
Nej, vi var ej. Det var Istanbul.
Var det?
Vi kørte i hvert fald igennem Grækenland.
Og vi besteg bjerget Olympen.
Kan du huske, at du blev angrebet af den der hund?
Nej.
Kan du huske stormen?
Nej, det kan jeg ikke
Det går godt for os, ik'?
Den menneskelige hukommelse er en fejlbarlig anordning.
- Det er det i hvert fald i vores alder.
Ja, og det er ikke noget man skal bekymre sig for meget omkring.
Vil du høre historien om stormen som du ikke kan huske?
- Ja, gerne. -Okay..
Så, vi var ude på tur...
- og der var et tordenskrald.
Skraldet og lynet kom samtidig.
Og i det øjeblik, mistede jeg fuldkommen min egen person
i omtrent et sekund.
Og i det sekund, vidste jeg, at jeg var ubegrænset.
- Jeg var oppe på en bjergtinde. - Mmm.
Sikkert ikke længere væk fra dig end til bilen.
- Absolut. - Og jeg husker intet lynnedslag.
Nej.
Så du påstår, at det måske slet ikke er sket.
Jeg...Nej...
- Jeg mener "Ja". Det gør jeg vel. Selvfølgelig gør jeg det.
Men på den anden side...,
Det kan meget vel være sket og jeg bare ikke kan huske det.
- Ja. - Måske blev jeg ramt.
Jeg havde engang en drøm...
- og drømmen var at jeg havde myrdet en...
- og jeg følte mig utrolig skyldig.
En dag finder jeg så ud af at det var min far jeg havde myrdet.
- Mhmm. - Og jeg har aldrig haft drømmen siden.
Det barn i mig, der tog ansvar for alting omkring mig...
Jeg bar det halvvejs gennem livet.
Jeg behøver ikke, at have den drøm mere, og det har jeg heller aldrig.
Okay.
Jeg kan i hvert fald ikke huske det.
Nuvel, alt hvad jeg vil sige er, at siden det eneste jeg har nævnt...
- er ved at Zeus afslørede min ubegrænsethed...
Okay.
...er, jeg var i New York...
fordi Nancy fik sin anden søn der,
og jeg holdte ham sådan her, og han kiggede på mig og han smilede.
Og selvfølgelig, vi er forprogrammeret til at gengælde det smil...
- og han er forprogrammeret til at give det.
Men det var ikke hvad jeg troede.
Hvad jeg troede, var at det lys, der kom fra ham...
- hvilket oplyste alting...
- var identisk med hvad der skete for mig, da jeg var 18 år...
- og at Zeus havde velsignet mig med et lynnedslag.
Men det er alt der er. Der er kun det.
Et smil fra sit barnebarn, og velsignelse af gudernes konge.
Og det er det samme.
Så meget kan jeg fortælle dig.
Roger, min skat, har jeg nogensinde fortalt dig om flugten fra Budapest?
- En eller to gange.
En civil nationale sikkerhedsstyrke...
ANOTHER BRICK IN THE WALL, PART 3
# I don't need no arms around me
# And I don't need no drugs to calm me
# I have seen the writing on the wall
# Don't think I need anything at all
# No! Don't think I'll need anything at all
# All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
# All in all you were all Just bricks in the wall #
LAST FEW BRICKS
GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD
# Goodbye, cruel world
# I'm leaving you today
# Goodbye
# Goodbye, all you people
# There is nothing that you can say
# To make me change my mind
# Goodbye
Skål på din sundhed.
Tak.
Hvad hedder du?
Francois.
- Taler du engelsk? - Nej.
Det betyder heller ikke så meget.
Jeg tager afsted om lidt igen.
Jeg havde bare brug for at få en drink...
fordi jeg er på vej til Italien.
Jeg ved, at du ikke forstår mig, og det er okay.
Så, jeg kunne godt tænke mig en mere til turen, og så er jeg smuttet.
En mere.
Tak.
Skål.
Så de landede på Salerno.
De lå i et bagagerum indtil de nåede Monte Cassino.
Og der stoppede de.
Der var tyskere oppe på bakken, således...
- og floden flød igennem her.
Så de besluttede sig for at efterlade nogle mænd der...
og de ville krydse søen, hvor de kom her til...,
- og at de ville skabe et brohoved her.
Lige syd for Rom.
Ved Anzio.
Så det gjorde de i januar 1944.
Og min far gik derind...
- og de ville styrke brohovedet i Anzio.
Og de blev løbet over ende.
Så ham her døde.
Og det er derfor jeg tager til Anzio..
Fordi jeg aldrig har set mindestenen for min far, Eric.
Så, det er grunden.
Jeg ved, at du ikke kan forstå mig, men jeg kunne godt tænke mig en mere til turen.
Kære Roger. Jeg tror ikke...
at jeg nogensinde har fortalt dig om mine to flugter fra Ungarn.
Den første i 1944, fra den tyske besættelsesmagt.
Jeg var 7 år gammel.
Vores hjem var omringet at det ungarnske SS.
Vi spiste frokost, og stuepigen bragte suppen...
- og pludselig begyndte hun at skrive, "I må komme og se med det sammen...
- "fordi alle jøderne bliver taget ud af bygningen."
Og min far sagde, "Vi må væk herfra med det samme. Uden noget."
Og vi sprang op og forlod vores lejlighed.
Og da vi kom ned, så jeg en person løbe for sit liv...
- og to sekunder senere, to ungarnske SS-officere med pistoler
Min far sagde, "Hvad end du gør, må du ikke kigge"...
- og åbnede hoveddøren, og i samme sekund hørte jeg pistolskud.
Og vi var nede på gaden., jeg turde ikke kigge, men jeg kiggede...
- og der så jeg for første gang en død person.
Vi gik forbi liget, ned til gadehjørnet.
- og vi formåede at slippe uset væk.
Vi gemte os resten af krigen, lige ved siden af Gestapos hovedkvarter.
Til sidst, sluttede krigen meget udramatisk...
- og vi tog tilbage til Budapest.
Vi gik tilbage til lejligheden...
- og på bordet stod der fire suppetallerkener i spisestuen...
- du ved, stadig med indtørret suppe i.
Som barn, kunne jeg ikke tro på...
- hvordan stedet havde kunne overleve...
- al den ødelæggelse, der havde fundet sted i Europa og i verden...
- men de fire tallerkner stod urørte.
Her stod jeg og stirrede på spisebordet...
- og ikke kunne forstå hvordan tiden kunne stå stille netop der.
HEY YOU
# Hey, you, out there in the cold
# Getting lonely, getting old
# Can you feel me?
# Hey, you, standing in the aisles
# With itchy feet and fading smiles
# Can you feel me?
# Hey, you, don't help them To bury the light
# Don't give in without a fight
# Hey, you, out there on your own
# Sitting naked by the phone
# Would you touch me?
# Hey, you, with your ear against the wall
# Waiting for someone to call out
# Would you touch me?
# Hey, you, would you help me to carry the stone?
# Open your heart, I'm coming home
# But it was only fantasy
# The wall was too high
# As you can see
# No matter how he tried
# He could not break free
# And the worms ate into his brain
# Hey, you, out there on the road
# Always doing what you're told
# Can you help me?
# Hey, you, out there beyond the wall
# Breaking bottles in the hall
# Can you help me?
# Hey, you, don't tell me There's no hope at all
# Together we stand, divided we fall
# We fall, we fall, we fall...
IS THERE ANYBODY OUT THERE
"Vi har en times dagslys tilbage."
"Vi må se at komme afsted."
"Er det ikke usikkert at rejse om natten?"
"Det vil være mere usikkert at blive her."
"Din far opsnuser vores spor inden alt for længe."
"Kan Lorka ride?"
"Ja, Jeg kan ride."
"Lorka, det er tid til at gå!"
"Tak skal i have for alting."
# ls there anybody out there?
# ls there anybody out there? #
NOBODY HOME
# I've got a little black book With my poems in
# It got a bag with a toothbrush And a comb in
# When I'm a good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in
# I got elastic bands keepin' my shoes on
# Got them swollen hand blues
# I got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
# I've got electric light
# And I've got second sight
# Got amazing powers of observation
# And that is how I know
# When I try to get through
# On the telephone to you
# There 'll be nobody home
# I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm
# And the inevitable pinhole burns
# All down the front Of my favourite satin shirt
# I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
# I've got a silver spoon on a chain
# I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
# I've got wild staring eyes
# And I've got a strong urge to fly
# But I got nowhere to fly to
# Ooooh, babe
# When I pick up the phone
- Sikke en overraskelse!
# There's still nobody home
# I've got a pair of Gohills' boots
# And I got fading roots
- "Hvor fanden er du, Simon?"
Hvad der bekymrer mig, er den anden ende...
- Som er bindingen for dogmet...
- Der oversættes til politiske aktioner, hvilket slår folk ihjel.
- Og det er... - Jeg er fuldstændig med dig her, min ven.
På touren...
- Inviterede jeg ca. 20 sårede krigsveteraner med til koncerten hver aften.
Der var den her ene fyr...
- Han nikkede bare, og rakte hånden ud...
- Jeg greb hans hånd, kun for at give ham et håndtryk...
- Og han ville ikke give slip på min hånd igen.
Så jeg tænkte, "Okay, han har åbenlyst noget på hjerte..."
- Og han stod der og kiggede mig dybt i øjnene...
- Med et meget underligt, gennemborende blik.
Og så sagde han...
"Din far ville være stolt af dig."
Det var et meget mærkeligt øjeblik.
Jeg blev...
Jeg blev faktisk helt gelé-agtig...
- og jeg kunne mærke følelserne vælde frem.
Jeg vil aldrig glemme ham.
VERA
# Does anybody here Remember Vera Lynn?
# Remember how she said that
# We would meet again some sunny day?
# Vera!
# What has become of you?
# Does anybody else in here
# Feel the way I do? #
BRING THE BOYS BACK HOME
# Bring the boys back home
# Don't leave the children on their own, no, no
# Bring the boys back home
# Don't leave the children on their own, no, no
# Bring the boys back home #
COMFORTABLY NUMB
# Hello ?
# ls there anybody in there?
# Just nod if you can hear me
# ls there anyone at home?
# Come on, now, I hear you're feeling down
# Well I can ease the pain
# Get you on your feet again
# Relax. I'll need some information first
# Just the basic facts
# Can you show me where it hurts?
# There is no pain you are receding
# A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
# You are only coming through in waves
# Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
# When I was a child I had a fever
# My hands felt just like two balloons
# Now I've got that feeling once again
# I can't explain you would not understand
# This is not how I am
# I
# Have become comfortably numb
# I
# Have become comfortably numb
# O.K. Just a little pinprick
# There 'll be no more aaaah!
# But you may feel a little sick
# Can you stand up?
# I do believe it's working, good
# That'll keep you going through the show
# Come on it's time to go
# There is no pain you are receding
# A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
# You are only coming through in waves
# Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
# When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
# Out of the corner of my eye
# I turned to look but it was gone
# I cannot put my finger on it now
# The child is grown
# The dream is gone
# But I
# Have become comfortably numb #
THE SHOW MUST GO ON
# Ahh...
# Ooooh...
# Ooooh, Ma, Oooh, Pa
# Must the show go on?
# Ooooh, Ma
# Take me home, Take me home, take me home
# Ooooh, Pa
# Let me go, let me go, let me go
# Do I have to stand up
# Wild eyed in the spot light
# What a nightmare
# Why don't I turn and run?
# Turn and run
# Ooooh, Ma
# Take me home, Take me home, take me home
# Ooooh, Pa
# Let me go, let me go, let me go
# It was just a mistake
# I didn't mean to let them take away my soul
# Am I too old, is it too late?
# Ooooh, Ma, Ooooh, Pa
# Where has the feeling gone?
# Ooooh, Ma, Ooooh, Pa
# Will I remember the song?
# Ooooh, ooh, ooh
# The show must go on #
IN THE FLESH, PART 2
# Oooh...
# So ya
# Thought ya
# Might like to
# Go to the show
# To feel that warm thrill of confusion
# That space cadet glow
# I've got some bad news For you sunshine
# Pink isn't well, He stayed back at the hotel
# And they sent us along As a surrogate band
# We're gonna find out where you fans really stand
# Are there any queers In the theatre tonight?
# Get them up against the wall!
# There's one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me
# Get him up against the wall!
# That one looks Jewish!
# And that one's a coon!
# Who let all of this riff-raff into the room?
# There's one smoking a joint
# And that one's got spots!
# If I had my way, I'd have all of you shot!
# You!
# It only takes one of them all
# And you!
- "Er der nogen paranoide...
- i stadiummet i aften?
Den her er til jer!
Den kaldes "Run Like Hell"!
RUN LIKE HELL
Vi skal klappe.
Højere!
Følg mig!
Det var bedre. Alle sammen nu!
God fornøjelse!
# Run, Run, Run, Run
# Run, Run, Run, Run...
# You better make your face up in your favourite disguise
# With your button down lips and your roller blind eyes
# With your empty smile
# And your hungry heart
# Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
# With your nerves in tatters
# As the cockleshell shatters
# And the hammers batter
# Down your door
# You better run
# Run, Run, Run, Run
# Run, Run, Run, Run...
# You better run all day
# And run all night
# And keep your dirty feelings
# Deep inside
# And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight
# You'd better park the car well out of sight
# Cause if they catch you in the back seat trying to pick her locks
# They're gonna send you back to mother in a cardboard box
# You better run #
En, to, tre, alle!
# Ahh, Ahh...
# Ooooh, you cannot reach me now
# Ooooh...
# No matter how you try
# Goodbye, cruel world, it's over
# Walk on by
# Sitting in a bunker
# Here behind my wall
# Waiting for the worms to come
# Worms to come
# In perfect isolation
# Here behind my wall
# Waiting for the worms to come
# Worms to come
We're waiting to succeed and going to convene
outside Brixton Town Hall where we're going to be...
# Waiting
# To cutout the deadwood
# Waiting
# To clean up the city
# Waiting
# To follow the worms
# Waiting
# To put on a black shirt
# Waiting
# To weed out the weaklings
# Waiting
# To smash in their windows and kick in their doors
# Waiting
# For the final solution to strengthen the strain
# Waiting
# To follow the worms
# Waiting
# To turn on the showers And fire the ovens
# Waiting
# For the queens and the coons and the reds and the Jews
# Waiting
# To follow the worms
# Would you like to see
ii Britannia rule again
# My friend?
# All you have to do is follow the worms
# Would you like to send our coloured cousins
# Home again, my friend?
# All you need to do is follow the worms #
We'll be moving along
at about 12 o'clock down Stockwell Road.
...12 minutes to 3:00 we'll be moving along
Lambeth Road towards Vauxhall Bridge.
Now when we get to the other side of Vauxhall Bridge,
we're in Westminster Borough area.
It's quite possible we may encounter some...
...by the way We 9°-
# Stop!
# I wanna go home
# Take off this uniform
# And leave the show
# And I'm waiting in this cell
# Because I have to know
# Have I been guilty all this time? #
THE TRIAL
# Good morning, Worm your honour
# The crown will plainly show
# The prisoner who now Stands before you
# Was caught red-handed Showing feelings
# Showing feelings of an almost human nature
# This will not do
# Call the schoolmaster!
# I always said he'd come to no good
# In the end your honour
# If they'd let me have my way I could have flayed him into shape
# But my hands were tied
# The bleeding hearts and artists
# Let him get away with murder
# Let me hammer him today?
# Crazy
# Toys in the attic I am crazy
# Truly gone fishing
# They must have taken My marbles away
# Crazy
# Toys in the attic he is crazy
# Call the defendant's wife!
# You little shit you're in it now
# I hope they throw away the key
# You should have talked with me more often than you did
# But no!
# You had to go
# Your own way, have you broken any
# Homes up lately?
# Just five minutes, Worm your honour
# Him and Me, alone
# Baaaaaaaaaabe!
# Come to mother baby, let me hold you In my arms
# M'lud I never wanted him to
# Get in any trouble
# Why'd he ever have to leave me?
# Worm, your honour, Let me take him home
# Crazy
# Over the rainbow, I am crazy
# Bars in the window
# There must have been a door there in the wall
# When I came in
# Crazy
# Over the rainbow, he is crazy
# The evidence before the court is
# lncontrivertable
# There's no need for the jury to retire
# In all my years of judging I have never heard before
# Of someone more deserving
# Of the full penalty of law
# The way you made them suffer
# Your exquisite wife and mother
# Fills me with the urge to defecate!
# Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear
# I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
# Tear down the fucking wall!
# Tear down the wall!
# Tear down the wall! #
OUTSIDE THE WALL
# All alone, or in two's
# The ones who really love you
# Walk up and down outside the wall
# Some hand in hand
# And some gathered together in bands
# The bleeding hearts and artists
# Make their stand
# And when they've given you their all
# Some stagger and fall, After all it's not easy
# Banging your heart against some
# Mad bugger's wall
# Banging your heart against some
# Mad bugger's wall
Det her er en stor "Tak skal i have"
Og fra mig; Mange tak!
Tak
Tak!
Er det ikke...?
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"ASKE OG DIAMANTER. FJENDE ELLER VEN VI ER ALLE LIGE I ENDEN."