The Wall by Pink Floyd

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In The Flesh?

“….we came in?”

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.

 

“Lights! Turn on the sound effects! Action!”

“Drop it, drop it on ’em! Drop it on them!!!!!”

 

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 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

Snapshot in the family album

Daddy what else did you leave for me?

Daddy, what’d’ja 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.

 

intrumental part good for film

 

“You! Yes, you! Stand still laddy!”

 

The Happiest Days of our Lives

 

When we grew up and went to school

There were certain teachers who would

Hurt the children in any way they could

“OOF!”

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 dont 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 dont need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teachers leave the kids alone

Hey! Teachers! Leave the kids alone!

All in all it’s just another brick in the wall.

All in all you’re just another brick in the wall.

 

“Wrong, Do it again!”

“If you don’t eat yer meat, you can’t have any pudding. How can you

have any pudding if you don’t eat yer meat?”

“You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy!”

 

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?

Mother should I build the wall?

Mother should I run for president?

Mother should I trust the government?

Mother will they put me in the firing line?

Mother is it just a waste of time?

 

Hush now baby, baby, dont you cry.

Mother’s gonna make all your nightmares come true.

Mother’s gonna put all her fears into you.

Mother’s gonna keep you right here under her wing.

She wont let you fly, but she might let you sing.

Mama will keep baby cozy and warm.

Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,

Of course mama’ll help to build the wall.

 

Mother do you think she’s good enough — to me?

Mother do you think she’s dangerous — to me?

Mother will she tear your little boy apart?

Mother will she break my heart?

 

Hush now baby, baby dont you cry.

Mama’s gonna check out all your girlfriends for you.

Mama wont 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 baby oooh baby oooh baby,

You’ll always be baby to me.

 

Mother, did it need to be so high?

 

Goodbye Blue Sky

 

“Look mummy, there’s an aeroplane up in the sky”

 

Did you see the frightened ones?

Did you hear the falling bombs?

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?

 

Did you see the frightened ones?

Did you hear the falling bombs?

The flames are all gone, but the pain lingers on.

 

Goodbye, blue sky

Goodbye, blue sky.

 

“The 11:15 from Newcastle is now approaching”

“The 11:18 arrival….”

 

Empty Spaces

 

What shall we use

To fill the empty spaces

Where we used to talk?

How shall I fill

The final places?

How can I complete 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 cold woman in this desert land

Make me feel like a real man?

Take this rock and roll refugee

Oooh, baby set me free.

 

Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.

Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.

 

[Phone rings..Clunk of receiver being lifted]

“Hello..?”

“Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd.

Will you accept the charges from United States?”

[clunk! of phone being put down]

“Oh, He hung up! That’s your residence, right? I wonder why he hung up?

Is there supposed to be someone else there besides your wife there to answer?”

[Phone rings again…clunk of receiver being picked up]

“Hello?”

“This is united states calling, are we reaching…”

[interrupted by phone being put down]

“See he keeps hanging up, and it’s a man answering.”

[whirr of connection being closed]

 

One of My Turns

 

“Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?”

“This place is bigger than our apartment!”

“erm, Can I get a drink of water?”

“You want some, huh?”

“Oh wow, look at this tub? Do you wanna take baaaath?”

“What are watching?”

“Hello?”

“Are you feeling okay?…”

 

Day after day, love turns grey

Like the skin of a dying man.

Night after night, we pretend its 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 favorite axe.

Don’t look so frightened

This is just a passing phase,

One of my bad days.

Would you like to watch T.V.?

Or get between the sheets?

Or contemplate the silent freeway?

Would you like something to eat?

Would you like to learn to fly?

Would’ya?

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.

Dont leave me now.

How could you go?

When you know how I need you

To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night

Ooooh Babe.

How could you treat me this way?

Running away.

I need you, Babe. Why are you running away?

Oooooh Babe!

 

 

 

 

 

What Shall We Do Now?

 

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces

Where waves of hunger roar?

Shall we set out across the sea of faces

In search of more and more applause?

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?

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?

Race rats?

Fill the attic with cash?

Bury treasure?

Store up leisure?

But never relax at all

With our backs to the wall.

 

Another Brick in the Wall (Part 3)

 

[Sound of many TV’s coming on, all on different channels]

“The Bulls are already out there”

Pink: “Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh!”

“This Roman Meal bakery thought you’d like to know.”

 

I don’t need no arms around me

And I dont 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.

 

Goodbye Cruel World

 

Goodbye cruel world,

I’m leaving you today.

Goodbye,

Goodbye,

 

Goodbye, all you people,

There’s nothing you can say

To make me change my mind.

 

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, dont 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 you 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, standing in 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.

 

[Click of TV being turned on]

“Well, only got an hour of daylight left. Better get started”

“Isnt it unsafe to travel at night?”

“It’ll be a lot less safe to stay here. Your father’s gunna pickup our trail before long”

“Can Loca ride?”

“Yeah, I can ride… Magaret, time to go! Maigret, thank you for everything”

“Goodbye Chenga”

“Goodbye miss …”

“I’ll be back”

 

Is There Anybody Out There?

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there?

 

Nobody Home

“Alright, I’ll take care of them part of the time, but there’s somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington”

“Who’s that?”

“Rose Pilchitt!”

“Rose Pilchitt? Who’s that?”

[Kid screams in background. foreground: “Shut Up!”]

“36-24-36 … does that answer your question?”

[foreground: “Oi! I’ve got a little black book with me poemsin!”]

“Who’s she?”

“She was ‘Miss Armoured Division’ in 1961 … “

 

I’ve got a little black book with my poems in.

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 those swollen hand blues.

Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.

I’ve got electric light.

And I’ve got second sight.

And 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 favorite 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

 

“Surprise, surprise, surprise…”

 

There’s still nobody home.

 

I’ve got a pair of Gohills boots

and I got fading roots.

 

“Where the hell are you?”

“Over 47 german planes were destroyed with the loss of only 15 ofour own aircraft”

“Where the hell are you Simon?”

[Machine gun sound, followed by plane crashing]

 

Vera

Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?

Remember how she said that

We would meet again

Some sunny day?

Vera! Vera!

What has become of you?

Does anybody else here

Feel the way I do?

 

Bring the Boys Back Home

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.

 

“Wrong! Do it again!”

“Time to go!”

[knock, knock, knock, knock]

“Are you feeling okay?”

“There’s a man answering, but he keeps hanging up!”

 

Is there anybody out there?

 

Comfortably Numb

Hello?

Is there anybody in there?

Just nod if you can hear me.

Is there anyone at home?

Come on, now,

I hear you’re feeling down.

Well I can ease your pain

Get you on your feet again.

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.

 

O.K.

Just a little pinprick.

There’ll be no more aaaaaaaaah!

But you may feel a little sick.

Can you stand up?

I do believe it’s woring, 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.

I have become comfortably numb.

 

The Show Must Go On

Ooooh, Ma, Oooh Pa

Must the show go on?

Ooooh, Pa. Take me home

Ooooh, Ma. Let me go

 

There must be some mistake

I didnt 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 songs?

The show must go on.

 

In The Flesh

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 folks really stand.

 

Are there any queers in the theater 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 another with spots!

If I had my way,

I’d have all of you shot!

 

Run Like Hell

“Pink Floyd, Pink Floyd”

 

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.

You better make your face up in

Your favorite 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

When the conchshell shatters

And the hammers batter

Down the door.

You’d better run.

 

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.

You better sleep all day

And run all night.

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.

 

“Hey, open up! HaHaHaHaHaaaaaaaaaa!”

“Hammer, Hammer”

 

Waiting for the Worms

“Ein, zwei, drei, alle!”

 

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.

In perfect isolation here behind my wall

Waiting for the worms to come.

 

We’re {waiting to succeed} and going to convene outside Brixton

Town Hall where we’re going to be…

 

Waiting to cut out 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 queers and the coons

and the reds and the jews.

Waiting to follow the worms.

 

Would you like to see Britannia

Rule again, my friend?

All you have to do is follow the worms.

Would you like to send our colored cousins

Home again, my friend?

All you need to do is follow the worms.

 

“The Worms will convene outside Brixton Bus Station.

We’ll be moving along at about 12 o’clock down Stockwell Road

twelve minutes to three we’ll be moving along Lambeth Roadtowards Vauxhall Bridge.

Now when we get to the other side of Vauxhall Bridge we’re in

Westminster {Borough } area. It’s quite possible we mayencounter

some {…..} by the way we go. {… ..}.”

 

Stop

Stop!

I wanna go home

Take off this uniform

And leave the show.

But I’m waiting in this cell

Because I have to know.

Have I been guilty all this time?

 

The Trial

Good morning, Worm your honor.

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 honor.

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.

 

You little shit you’re in it now,

I hope they throw away the key.

You should have talked to 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 honor,

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 honor, 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

Incontrivertable, 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 penaltie of law.

The way you made them suffer,

Your exquisite wife and mother,

Fills me with the urge to defecate!

 

“Hey Judge! Shit on him!”

 

But, my friend, you have revealed your

Deepest fear,

I sentence you to be exposed before

Your peers.

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.

 

“Isn’t this where….”

 

Bob Dylan ‘Like A Rolling Stone’ interactive video

http://video.bobdylan.com/desktop.html

This is the video that inspired us to use lyrics in our film

Sid and Nancy

Costume/set ideas

Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas

Interesting visuals (distorted face)

Script Draft 1

1. INT. STUDIO

CLOSE UP OF A UPSIDE DOWN SHOT OF A PINK FLOYD VINYL PLAYING

AND THE CAMERA IS FOLLOWING THE VINYL WHILE SPINNING.

CRANE HIGH DISORIENTATED ANGLE SHOT OF THE CAMERA SPINNING.

2. INT. STUDIO

EXTREME CLOSE UP: HALF OF THE MALE CHARACTERS FACE AND HALF

OF THE FEMALE CHARACTERS FACE. SAYING THEIR DIALOGUE. WITH A

RAINBOW LIGHTING ON THEIR FACE.

BOTH STUDENT AND TEACHER

We don’t need no education We dont

need no thought control No dark

sarcasm in the classroom

3. INT. STUDIO

LONG CRANE HIGH ANGLE SHOT: OF THE STUDENT’S SHADOW IN A

CLASSROOM FILLED WITH GUITARS, BOOKS ON THE FLOOR, PACKET OF

CRISPS AND A LOT MORE JUNK ON THE FLOOR AND WEIRD COLORFUL

PAINTINGS AROUND THE ROOM.

STUDENT

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.

CLOSE UP: of a profile view of the teacher saying his dialog

TEACHER

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.

WIDE: (fish eye lens) he tries to fix his bow tie and

treating the camera like a mirror

TEACHER

To feel the warm thrill of

confusion…

EXTREME CLOSE UP: of the students eye zooming out towards a

medium shot of her sitting behind a desk and saying

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.

The teacher walks towards her and smells her hair while she

doesn’t even realize it.

Make me feel like a real man? Take

this rock and roll refugee Oooh,

baby set me free.

Ooooh, I need a dirty woman. Ooooh,

I need a dirty girl.

In the edit this will be cut to a medium long shot of him

sitting on a chair and staring at the broken tv as if he is

daydreaming.

INT. STUDIO

the student enters a wide fish eye frame with. she’s wearing

an apron and rotary dialing an old vintage phone.

[Phone rings..Clunk of receiver

being lifted]

STUDENT

“HELLO..?”

A RANDOM MAN’S VOICE

“Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd

from Mr. Floyd. Will you accept the

charges from United States?” [clunk!

of phone being put down]

STUDENT

“Oh, He hung up! That’s your

residence, right? I wonder why he

hung up? Is there supposed to be

someone else there besides your wife

there to answer?”

[Phone rings again…clunk of receiver being picked up]

TEACHER

“Hello?” “This is united states

calling, are we reaching…”

[interrupted by phone being put down]

She hangs up the phone and goes towards the camera treating

it like a mirror, putting on some red lipstick.

Wide shot of one chair on the left side of the frame and one

chair on the right side of the frame with a broken tv in the

middle of the studio, both the female and male character are

sitting on one end.

TEACHER

Would you like to watch T.V.? Or

get between the sheets. Don’t look

so frightened This is just a passing

phase, One of my bad days.

In the edit this will be cut into the profile view of both

actors with a transition effect.

She stares at him for a few moments then starts to burst

with laughter, she gets up and skips around the room and

grabs with from the floor throwing and changing position of

the junk n the room. Dolly shot of her going towards the

door while the camera slowly zooms towards her face

STUDENT (SHOUTS)

Hey! Teachers! Leave the kids alone!

All in all it’s just another brick

in the wall. All in all you’re just

another brick in the wall.

THE END FOR NOW.