Текст песни Pink Floyd - Is There Anybody Out There?

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Hey you, out there in the cold Getting lonely, getting old Can you feel me Hey you, standing in the aisle With itchy feet and fading smile 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 [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. You're father's gunna pick up our trail before long" "Can Loca ride?" "Yeah, I can ride... Magaret, time to go! Maigret, thank you for everything" Is there anybody out there? "Goodbye Chenga" "Goodbye miss ..." Is there anybody out there? "I'll be back" Is there anybody out there? Is there anybody out there "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 [laughter] does that answer your question?" [foreground: "Oi! I've got a little black book with me poems in!"] "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..." (from Gomer Pyle show) 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 of our own aircraft" "Where the hell are you Simon?" [Machine gun sound, followed by plane crashing]

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