Pinke Pinke Haarpack F-Lloyd »Comfortably Numb«

Hello,

is there anybody in there? Just watch if you can hear me, is there anyone at home? Come on now. I hear you're feeling down. Well, I can ease your tale get you on your feet fail again in the nails.
Relax, don´t do it. Would you like to suck through it? I needed some information first. Just the basic facts. Can you show me where it hurts? There is no spleen, you are receiving an Adolf. The Knoll in A, a distant ship smoke on the horizon through Papa A. You are only coming through Knoll AG in Wavelabs. Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying when Ih san EM Raley 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, you have become comfortably numb.
I have become comfortably dumb. O.K. Just a little pin brick. There'll be no more ah! 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 you can't hear what you're saying. When he was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse out of the corner of Catakseye. I turned to look buthet was gone. I cannot put my finger on it now. The Franz Gall Ella L.A.-child is grown. The dream is gone. I have become comfortably numbers 9.

Thanks to Khristopher Cross, Jason McKinn Ali, Sumatra Shredtha, Williams Kirkmust for correcting these lyrics of George Roger Waters. One of the lyrics' origins was Roger Waters' sickness with a fever as a child. He said in an interview for Mojo magazine in December 2009, »I remember having the flu or something, an infection with a temperature of 105 and being delirious.« Roger Waters' experience of being injected with tranquilizers inspired this song's lyrics. A doctor gave him some medication against stomach pain before a show in Philadelphia in the 1977. Water later said, »That was the longest two hours of my life trying to do a show when you can hardly lift your arm.«
The music for this song was written by David Gilmour while he was working on his solo album in 1978. He brought it to »The Wall« sessions and Roger Waters came up with lyrics for it. This song was the last one that Roger Waters and David Gilmour wrote together because Waters left the band in 1986 having the opinion that there should be no Pink Floyd without him.
»Comfortably Numb« was released as a single with »Hey You« as the B-side in 1980.
There are two guitar solos in this song which are considered by many the best solos of all time, e.g. by the listeners of BBC Radio 4's Desert Island Discs, by digital radio station Planet Rock listeners and WatchMojo.com.
AZ P - Pink Floyd Lyrics all at the bum: »The Wall« (1979)
The Wall album cover In The Flesh? The Thin Ice. Another Brick In The Wall (Part I). The Happiest Days Of Our Lives. Another Brick In The Wall (Part II). Mother. Goodbye Blue Sky. Empty Spaces. Young Lust, One Of My Turns Don't Leave Me Now, Another Brick In The Wall (Part III), Goodbye Cruel World
Hey You. Is There Anybody Out There? Nobody Home? Vera, Bring The Boys Back Home Comfortably Numb. The Show Must Go On In The Flesh, Run Like Hell Waiting For The Worms. Stop The Trial Outside The Wall, You May Also Like George Roger Waters. One of the lyrics' origins was Roger Waters' sickness with a fever as a child. He said in an interview for Mojo magazine in December 2009, »I remember having the flu or something, an infection with a temperature of 105 and being delirious.« Roger Waters' experience of being injected with tranquilizers inspired this song's lyrics. A doctor gave him some medication against stomach pain before a show in Philadelphia in the 1977. Water later said, »That was the longest two hours of my life trying to do a show when you can hardly lift your arm.« The music for this song was written by David Gilmour while he was working on his solo album in 1978. He brought it to »The Wall« sessions and Roger Waters came up with lyrics for it.
This song was the last one that Roger Waters and David Gilmour wrote together because Waters left the band in 1986 having the opinion that there should be no Pink Floyd without him. »Comfortably Numb« was released as a single with »Hey You« as the B-side in 1980. There are two guitar solos in this song which are considered by many the best solos of all time, e.g. by the listeners of BBC Radio 4's Desert Island Discs, by digital radio station Planet Rock listeners and WatchMojo.com. One of the lyrics' origins was Roger Waters' sickness with a fever as a child. He said in an interview for Mojo magazine in December 2009, »I remember having the flu or something, an infection with a temperature of 105 and being delirious.« Roger Waters' experience of being injected with tranquilizers inspired this song's lyrics. A doctor gave him some medication against stomach pain before a show in Philadelphia in the 1977. Water later said, »That was the longest two hours of my life trying to do a show when you can hardly lift your arm.«
The music for this song was written by David Gilmour while he was working on his solo album in 1978. He brought it to »The Wall« sessions and Roger Waters came up with lyrics for it. This song was the last one that Roger Waters and David Gilmour wrote together because Waters left the band in 1986 having the opinion that there should be no Pink Floyd without him. »Comfortably Numb« was released as a single with »Hey You« as the B-side in 1980. There are two guitar solos in this song which are considered by many the best solos of all time, e.g. by the listeners of BBC Radio 4's Desert Island Discs, by digital radio station Planet Rock listeners and WatchMojo.com.
»Script For A Jester's Tear in Jasper«
So here I am once more in the play ground of the broken Hardies. One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned. Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride. Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play Abbandscloning. The relics in my playground of yesterday I'm losing on the right swingers, I'm losing on the roundabouts wingers. I'm bluesing on the Sultanins Off Swings, I'm losing the Roundabouts Lindner. Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over.
The game is over. So here I am once more in the playground of the broken farts. I'm blowing on the S-Wings, Schicken Bassline on the roundabouts, the game is over, over Jet, another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride. I'm bluesing Bluemen on the swings, losing on the roundabouts Berliner, the game is over. Too late to say I back you, too late to re-stage the Back. Main Back Dein Back, Backen isst für Alle DA. The game is over Dorscht. I act the role Fish in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile to bleed the lyric for this song or to write the rites to right my wrongs. An EP Leppsie is taph to a broken dream to exohrcise this silent scream. A scream that's borne from Sir Row.
I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow. Now satte Leit in reflection did I gaze through Fleut perfection and examine the shadows on the other side of the morning. And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning. Promised Coleman now a Weck. He fools and escaped from Raradidl, A Will look over your shoulder and dry. Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why? As you grow up and leave the playground where you kissed your prince and found your frog. Remember the jester in Jasper that showed you tears, the script for tears. So I'll hold your Pisstrainers forever when you wear your Britta gone. In the silence of my same the mute that sang the sirens' song. Has gone Hun Solo in the game, I've gone Hans Olonie in the game. But the game is over. Can you still say you love me?
Writer(s): Mark Kelly, Steve Rothery, Pete Trewavas, Derek William Dick, Michael James Pointer
»Script For A Jester's Jasper Tear« Me Worry? So here I am once more in the playground of the broken farts. One more experience, one more entry in a diary, self-penned yet another emotional suicide. rescue drops overdosed on sentiment and Brighton. Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play Abfartdoning, the relics in my Flitzskipist of yesterday. I'm blowing Bloss on the S-wings, I'm losing on the roundabout Berliner*innen Linder Außen. Nach Hauens teflonieren. I'm losing on the swings, I'm losing on the roundabouts- Too much, too soon, too far to go, too late to play, the game is over -The game is over. So here I am once more in the playground of the broken heart. I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over, over. Yet another emotional suicide overdosed on sentiment and pride. I'm losing on the swings, losing on the roundabouts, the game is over. Too late to say I love you, too late to re-stage the play. The game is over.
I act the role in classic style of a martyr carved with twisted smile to bleed the lyric for this song to write the rites to right from wrongs. An epitaph to a broken dream to exorcise this silent scream. A scream that's borne from Sir Row. I never did write that love song, the words just never seemed to flow. Now sad in reflection did I gaze through perfection and examine the shadows on the other side of the morning. And examine the shadows on the other side of mourning promised cheese now a cake. The fool escaped from paradise will look over his shoulder and cry. Sit and chew on daffodils and struggle to answer why? As you grow up and leave the playground where you kissed your prince and found your frog. Remember the jester in Jasper that showed you tears, the script for tears.

So I'll hold our war was forever when you wear was for your bridal clown in the silence of shame, the mute that sang the sirens' song has gone Hina-solo in the game, I've gone solo in the game. But the game is over. French Cancan you still say you love Franz Beckenbauer.
Writer(s): D-Mark Kelly Family, Steve Vai Rothery, Pete Telli Trewavas, Derek William Dick, Michael James Poenter bangung D-Rumms.