ฟังเพลงOn the Run (Explicit)

On the Run (Explicit) - Roger Waters

Composed by：DAVID GILMOUR/GEORGE ROGER WATERS

Produced by：Gus Seyffert/Roger Waters

Today I awoke from a dream

It was a revelation

Almost Patmosian whatever that means

But that's evidently another story

It began with some standard ******** fight with evil

In this case an apparently all powerful hooded and cloaked figure

We fled

Yes we

I was not alone

But there's no escape

You're on the tee but there's nowhere to tee the ball up

You're trying to pack but the chaos is too great

You can't remember where you parked the car

The birds come over but the gun falls apart

The train is late or it doesn't stop

Your hands are too big the world is too small

You don't mean to plunge the knife under the waiter's ribs

But somehow you do

You push on the footbrake as hard as you can

But the car keeps rolling slowly forwards onto the track

Or backwards over the cliff

Well it wasn't one of those

It was the final showdown

The final confrontation between good and evil

He caught up the wraith

He was strong too strong to defeat in hand to hand

We tried everything

It all boiled down and expanded out and up

Into a sort of pilot wings video game over a circus site

Guy Laliberté gone mad

Canvas and people and towering smoke arches

And juggling capsules and catching knives

And teamwork and comrades

And it was complicated and exhausting

But we won the day

We stood exhausted but triumphant

Smiling at one another

Clasping forearms and hugging

Like bad Shakespearean actors

But then we looked up and around

They were gathering anew above us

Darkening the sky

Hordes and hordes

Too many to count

Poised to attack

Overwhelming odds

Against we happy few

We band of brothers

We were prepared to die

Almost relieved to have given our all

When just out of sight to my right

Just beyond the periphery of my vision

Like a raging bonfire in a high wind someone spoke

A voice like Atticus Finch

Begone

The fire forward oblique voice ordained

It brooked no rebuttal

The hordes dissolved

And all around the circus tents

Open saloon cars full of bad guys

Milled around to make their escape

Skidding in the mud

But there was nowhere to run

It was over