Текст песни ROGER WATERS - Four Minutes
ROGER WATERS - Four Minutes слова песни
Текст песни ROGER WATERS - Four Minutes
Billy: Four minutes and counting.Jim: O.K.Billy: They pressed the button, Jim.Jim: They pressed the button Billy, what button?Billy: The big red one.Jim: You mean _t_h_e_ button?Billy: Goodbye, Jim.( )Jim: Goodbye! Oh yes. This ain't au revoir, it's goodbye! Ha! Ha!Jim: This is KAOS. It's a beautiful, balmy, Southern Californiasummer day, It's 80 degrees ... I said balmy ... I could say bomby... Ha! Ha!...O.K. I'm Jim and this is Radio KAOS and with onlyfour minutes left to us, let's use this as wisely as possible.Molly: Everybody got someone they call home.Jim: Out a Dodger Stadium.It's the bottom of the seventh, the Dodgers are leading three tonothing over the Giants, and for those of you who are looking to gosurfing tomorrow, too bad.'Phone rings.Jim: I'm kinda lost in here to tell you the truth ...O.K. good. Ladies and gentlemen, if the reports that we are gettingare correct, this could be it. Billy, if you're listening to me,please call now.After a near miss on the planeYou swear you'll never fly againAfter the first kiss when you make upYou swear you'll never break up againAnd when you've just run a red lightSit shaking under the street lightYou swear to yourself you'll never drink and drive againSometimes I feel like going homeYou swear you'll let things go by again.Sometimes I miss the rain and the showAnd you'll never toe the party line againAnd when the east wind blowsSometimes I feel like going homeJim: Billy, if you're listening, please call.Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes.Molly: Goodbye little spy in the skyThe say that cameras don't lie.Am I happy, am I sad, am I good, am I bad?Jim: Billy, if you're listening, please call.Californian Weirdo: Sole has no eyes, sole has no eyesBilly: Ten, nine, eight, sevenMargaret Thatcher: Our own independent nuclear deterrent has helpedto keep the peace.Billy: Six, five, four, three,Ordinary Person: ...you've got a job...Billy: Two, oneMargaret Thatcher: For nearly forty yearsJim: Goodbye, Billy.THE TIDE IS TURNING (After Live Aid)I used to think the world was flatRarely threw my hat into the crowdI felt I had used up my quota of yearningUsed to look in on the children at nightIn the glow of their Donald Duck lightAnd frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burningBut oh, oh, oh, the tide is turningThe tide is turningSatellite buzzing through the endless nightExclusive to moonshots and world little fightsJesus Christ imagine what it must be earningWho is the strongest, who is the bestWho holds the aces, the East or the WestThis is the crap our children are learning