You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You're old, but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change
You're at home on the range
You opened the suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you...
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the frontline boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
Hey bartender, over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir, turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game from bars
3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gain terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
To squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You're old, but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change
You're at home on the range
You opened the suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you...
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the frontline boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
Hey bartender, over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir, turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game from bars
3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gain terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
envoyé par Riccardo Venturi
Langue: anglais
Pubblicata da Roger Waters e i musicisti degli ultimi tour, comprese le vocalist del gruppo Lucius, durante la pandemia di SARS-CoV-2 nel 2020 (Lockdown sessions). Contiene un finale diverso.
Roger Waters - The Bravery of Being Out of Range
Roger Waters - The Bravery of Being Out of Range
THE BRAVERY OF BEING OUT OF RANGE
Ronald Reagan
“Back in 1980
When I was running for President
It was all so different
Some pundits said our programs
Would result in catastrophe
Our views on foreign affairs would cause wars
Once you begin a great movement
There’s no telling where it will end
We meant to change a nation
And instead we changed the world”
You have a natural tendency to squeeze off a shot
You’re good fun at parties you where the right masks
You’re old but you still like a laugh in the locker room
You can’t abide change you’re at home on the range
You opened the suitcase behind the old workings
To show off the magnum you deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend only upstaged
In the end by the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next?
Hey Old timer who you gonna kill next?
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a US marine in a pile of debris
I swum in your pools and lay under your palm trees
looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the federal building steps
And through the rangefinder over the hill
Saw the front line boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find of that desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next?
Hey old timer who you gonna kill next?
Thirty years later it’s the same old tune
No closer to peace than the man in the moon
The president’s still just as crazy as a loon
Still picking fights in some foreign saloon
Bombs still falling out of the sky
The band’s still playing Miss American Pie
The Gunner still sleeps in some foreign field
And the boys are still coming home on a shield
But nothing is real
We’re still playing the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We still zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
Still strafing the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We still gain terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
Still fucking insane
With the bravery of being out of range
Still channeling John Wayne
With the bravery of being out of range
Still blowing out our own damn brains
Yeah with the bravery of being out of range
“At the big opening meeting
All of a sudden just for a moment
I saw that everyone
Was sitting and looking at me.
And then one of them
Broke the silence
Tell us about the
American miracle
He said.”
Hey bartender over here
Two more shots and two more beers
Sir, turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They‘re really great for righting wrongs
You hit the target and win the game
From bars three thousand miles away
Three thousand miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range.
Ronald Reagan
“Back in 1980
When I was running for President
It was all so different
Some pundits said our programs
Would result in catastrophe
Our views on foreign affairs would cause wars
Once you begin a great movement
There’s no telling where it will end
We meant to change a nation
And instead we changed the world”
You have a natural tendency to squeeze off a shot
You’re good fun at parties you where the right masks
You’re old but you still like a laugh in the locker room
You can’t abide change you’re at home on the range
You opened the suitcase behind the old workings
To show off the magnum you deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend only upstaged
In the end by the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next?
Hey Old timer who you gonna kill next?
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a US marine in a pile of debris
I swum in your pools and lay under your palm trees
looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the federal building steps
And through the rangefinder over the hill
Saw the front line boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find of that desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next?
Hey old timer who you gonna kill next?
Thirty years later it’s the same old tune
No closer to peace than the man in the moon
The president’s still just as crazy as a loon
Still picking fights in some foreign saloon
Bombs still falling out of the sky
The band’s still playing Miss American Pie
The Gunner still sleeps in some foreign field
And the boys are still coming home on a shield
But nothing is real
We’re still playing the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We still zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
Still strafing the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We still gain terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
Still fucking insane
With the bravery of being out of range
Still channeling John Wayne
With the bravery of being out of range
Still blowing out our own damn brains
Yeah with the bravery of being out of range
“At the big opening meeting
All of a sudden just for a moment
I saw that everyone
Was sitting and looking at me.
And then one of them
Broke the silence
Tell us about the
American miracle
He said.”
Hey bartender over here
Two more shots and two more beers
Sir, turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They‘re really great for righting wrongs
You hit the target and win the game
From bars three thousand miles away
Three thousand miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range.
envoyé par Massimo Degano - 25/2/2022 - 17:34
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"The Bravery of Being Out of Range" includes a reference to a song written by Waters on Pink Floyd's 1977 album Animals, "Sheep" (not to mention the spiritual "Swing Low, Sweet Chariot"). (In "Sheep", Waters sings "I've looked over Jordan and I have seen / Things are not what they seem"; in "The Bravery of Being Out of Range", he sings "I looked over Jordan and what did I see / I saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris".)
The Ballad of Bill Hubbard - What God Wants (Part I) - Perfect Sense (Part I & II) - The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range - Late Home Tonight (Part I & II) - Too Much Rope - What God Wants (Part II & III) - Watching TV - Three Wishes - It's A Miracle - Amused to Death
Un'introduzione all'album si trova nella pagina di It's A Miracle.