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  • Текст песни Розовый флойд - Кабели

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    Музыка: Роджер Уотерс, Дэвид Гилмор
    Текст: Роджер Уотерс
    Вокал: Дэвид Гилмор, Роджер Уотерс

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    You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
    You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
    You gotta be able to pick up the easy meat
    With your eyes closed
    And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
    You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking

    And after a while, you can work on points for style
    Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
    A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
    You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
    So that when they turn their backs on you
    You'll get the chance to put the knife in

    You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
    You know it's going to get harder, and harder and harder
    As you get older
    And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
    Hide your head in the sand
    Just another sad old man
    All alone and dying of cancer

    And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest
    You have sown
    And as fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
    And its too late to loose the weight
    You used to need to throw around
    So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
    Dragged down by the stone

    I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
    Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
    Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
    If I don't stand on my own ground,
    How can I find my own way out of this maze?

    Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
    That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend
    And it seems to you the thing to do
    Would be to isolate the winner
    And everything's done under the sun
    And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer

    Who was born in a house full of pain
    Who was trained not to spit in the fan
    Who was told what to do by the man
    Who was broken by trained personnel
    Who was fitted with collar and chain
    Who was given a pat on the back
    Who was breaking away from the pack
    Who was only a stranger at home
    Who was ground down in the end
    Who was found dead on the phone
    Who was dragged down by the stone

    Музыка: Роджер Уотерс, Дэвид Гилмор
    Текст: Роджер Уотерс
    Вокал: Дэвид Гилмор, Роджер Уотерс

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    You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
    You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street
    You gotta be able to pick up the easy meat
    With your eyes closed
    And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
    You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking

    And after a while, you can work on points for style
    Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
    A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
    You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
    So that when they turn their backs on you
    You'll get the chance to put the knife in

    You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
    You know it's going to get harder, and harder and harder
    As you get older
    And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south
    Hide your head in the sand
    Just another sad old man
    All alone and dying of cancer

    And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest
    You have sown
    And as fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
    And its too late to loose the weight
    You used to need to throw around
    So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
    Dragged down by the stone

    I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
    Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
    Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
    If I don't stand on my own ground,
    How can I find my own way out of this maze?

    Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending
    That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend
    And it seems to you the thing to do
    Would be to isolate the winner
    And everything's done under the sun
    And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer

    Who was born in a house full of pain
    Who was trained not to spit in the fan
    Who was told what to do by the man
    Who was broken by trained personnel
    Who was fitted with collar and chain
    Who was given a pat on the back
    Who was breaking away from the pack
    Who was only a stranger at home
    Who was ground down in the end
    Who was found dead on the phone
    Who was dragged down by the stone

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