When the Wind Blows – 1987

Maggio 17, 2022

Discografia Roger Waters

Music from the film When the Wind Blows by Raymond Briggs
Produced By Roger Waters
Released December 1986

When the Wind Blows (David Bowie) So long Child I’m on my way And after all is done After all is done Don’t be down It’s all in the past Though you may be afraid So long child It’s awful dark And I’ve never felt the sun I dread to think of when When the wind blows When the wind blows When the wind blows When the wind blows Life burns a savage moon Angry and raw Trusting the twisted word You’ll run run away You’ll take it all home You’ll spin a tall tale But they won’t believe you No matter what you say So long child It’s awful dark And I’ve never felt the sun I dread to think of when the wind blows When the wind blows When the wind blows When the wind blows
Facts and Figures (Hugh Cornwell) If all the food The warsmen ate was sent around the world Noone would have to work A single day If all the money In the banks was left to boy and girl Noone could then complain About their pay Facts and figures Facts and figures Filling up the pages every day Facts and figures Facts and figures Spilling out of papers every day Upon the roads The accidents They rob us of the few Wars They take away so many more As long as we don’t know them They remain upon the page It’s the history book picture That you saw Facts and figures Facts and figures Filling up the pages every day Facts and figures Facts and figures Spilling out of papers every day Facts and figures Facts and figures Right or wrong is difficult to say ‘Cause everybody knows The way that the wind blows Facts and figures can be friends or foes Facts and figures Facts and figures Facts and figures Facts and figures Facts and figures Facts and figures Right or wrong is difficult to say ‘Cause everybody knows The way that the wind blows Facts and figures can be friends or foes So try to keep your fingers crossed When listening for the bell So facts and figures don’t catch you as well So facts and figures don’t catch us as well So facts and figures don’t catch us as well So facts and figures don’t catch us as well So facts and figures don’t catch us as well
The Brazilian (Genesis) (Instrumental)
What Have They Done (Sqeeze) The wind blows the ash to the furnace The steel men are sitting at home And the video game Can’t replace the flame That once burned all day on the coal The wind blows along in the gutter In a rush to get out of the town Where the row of shops is sold up in lots Developers bought the whole town And in the place is a pile of bricks Where children play with sticks and stones What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they done The sunshine is bright on the ranada Where I once saw the film Now they all stand in line For it’s bingo tonight No more films with Malcom Bod??? The cranes on the dock are redundant Standing so tall in the sky Shuffling trolleys and docks In around in the mud The dockman has a tear is his eye And in his hand is a pint of beer No more dock sheds are here to run What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they done What have they What have they done What have they done What have they What have they done …..
The Shuffle (Paul Hardcastle) (Instrumental)
The Russian Missle (Waters) (Instrumental)
Towers of Faith (Waters) Ooooh, the lonely boys In their towers of faith Ooooh, the lonely boys Locked in their towers of faith The prophet reclined In the Golan Heights Ohhh, the lonely boys He said “This land is my land” To the Shiites Ooooh, the lonely boys And Jehova looked up from the sea of Galilee beneath He said “I see you, you thief! This land is my land And this sand is my sand And this band is my band” Oh the lonely boys Lookin’ over their shoulder Checkin out every boulder in the park Where the gates are closed from hate After dark And the Pope rolled up in his armored van He fell on his knees and kissed the land He said something that I did not understand It was in polish Then up stepped an aide, he said “I will translate Here is what His Holiness said: ‘I am the Chief Jesuit. This land is Jesus’ land. And that is all All that there is to it.'” And in New York City The business man in his mohair suit In the world trade center Puffs on his cheroot And he said “Well I don’t care who owns the desert sands, My brief Is with the hydrocarbons underneath” And the sea of battle rages around the ancient tombs And mother nature licks her wounds And the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith Who are nervous in the park when the gates are closed after dark Ooooh, the lonely boys In their towers of faith Ooooh, the lonely boys Locked in their towers of faith
Hilda’s Dream (Waters) Radio: “Radio Four, with the news at 1 o’clock this Thursday lunch time. The Prime Minister, speaking a few minutes ago in the House of Commons, has warned that the international situation is deteriorating rapidly and that war could break out at any time in the next two or three days.” Man: “This is it! This is really it!”
Woman: “I shouldn’t worry too much, it’ll probably all blow over.” (Instrumental)
The American Bomber (Waters) “Zero, Zero, Take Cover.” (Instrumental)
The Anderson Shelter (Waters) Woman: “It’s funny to think there’s no shelters this time. We had an old Anderson in the garden. I can see it now. We had stertians growing all over it, and we painted the front green. Painted it looked quite pretty. Next door grew cabbages on theirs.” Man: “Yes, we had a Morrison. I used to sleep in it. Mmmm. I stuck pin-up girls all over the inside. Betty Grabel, Ann Shelton, Patricia Rock. The roof got all smoky, ‘cause I used to read in bed with a candle.” Woman: “Yes, it was nice at the war, really. The shelters, the blackouts, cups of tea…” Man: “The A.R.P., the evacuees, London kids seeing cows for the first time….” Woman: “Old Churchill on the wires…” Man: “Those were the days.” (Instrumental)
The British Submarine (Waters) “Three four five” “Three four five, Sir” “Steady as she goes” “Steady as she goes, Sir” “??” (Instrumental)
The Attack (Waters) Radio: “An enemy missile attack has been launched against this country. It is estimated that the missiles will arrive in approximately three minutes.” Man: “God, almighty, there’s only three minutes to go!” Woman: “Okay, I’ll just get the washing in.” Man: “Shut up! I’m trying to listen!” Radio: “Stay indoors.” Woman: “Oh, dear, I’ve left the oven on.” Man: “Get in! Get in! Get in!”
Woman: “The cake will be burned!” (Instrumental)
The Fallout (Waters) Man: “Blimey! I…I suppose…that was it.” Woman: “Wasn’t it light?” Man: “Yea, terrific. You–you get terrific light with those bombs. Listen! A dog!” Woman: “What does the fallout look like, dear?” Man: “Fallout? The government director neglected to mention what it would look like. I expect it would look a bit like snow does, only gray. Very quiet. I expect they’re all are having a good lie-in after the bombing.” Woman: “Terrible smell of burning.” Man: “Well, yes. Well there’s bound to be. That’s logical…” Woman: “It’s like…roast meat.” Man: “Yes, it does. I expect everybody will be having their Sunday dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances…” Man: “A cloud coming up. Looks like rain. We’ll be all right for water now for a while, my dear.” Woman: “Do you think rainwater is all right to drink?” Man: “Well, yes, of course it is. There’s nothing purer than rainwater, is there? Everybody knows that.”
Woman: “Oh, look! My hair’s coming out.” (Instrumental)
Hilda’s Hair (Waters) Man: “I shall hear no evil…and thou shalt accompany me all the days–all the days of my life…uh…lay me down in–in–in green pastures..I…I don’t know anymore…” Woman: “That was nice, really. Lay me down in green pastures–” Man: “Oooh yes, yes…enter the valley of the shadow of death
Woman: “no more, now…no more…” (Instrumental)
Folded Flags (Waters) Rock a bye baby On the tree top When the wind blows The cradle will rock And babe, hate to see you fall that way Better speak to the palace than to be today Hey Joe, where you goin’ With that gun in your hand? You can take your revenge But you’ll still feel bad There must be more to life than lucky strikes And some unlucky ones And folded flags and pipes And drums I stood in the wings with you Our lives in the hands of a second-rate actor Holding the high ground On some old stage And babe, how do these cheated stores get so far away Will they catch you at the bottom Hey Joe, where you goin’ With that dogma in your head? You can prove your point, But your kids will still be dead Bring down the curtain The soap opera must surely close Before the cold wind blows Hey Joe, where you goin’ with that gun in your hand You can take your revenge But you’ll still feel bad Bring down the curtain The show must close Before the cold wind blows So rock a bye baby On the tree top When the wind blows The cradle will rock There must be more to life than lucky strikes And some unlucky ones And folded flags and pipes And drums