New Roger Waters Music

Album came out today I think.

A wee flavour. Amazing stuff.

 

Still to give any of the tracks a listen, downloading it now.

Tbh I've struggled to get in to Waters solo stuff in the past bar a few exceptions.

 

Those two tracks I posted have a flavour of WYWH and Animals about them.

 

Tell a lie, Smell the Roses is like Welcome to the Machine and Deja Vu is like Final Cut/The Wall.

 

Aye, but there's howling dogs in it so it must sound like Animals Agree with Welcome to the machine. It does seem a step up from his recent solo stuff. Looking forward to hearing the rest.

 

This thread reminded me that the album was now out. I'd only heard 'Smell The Roses' (in fact I posted it in the jukebox a few weeks ago). Downloaded it this morning and just had my first listen. I am very pleasantly surprised - lots of nods to old Floyd albums from 'Dark Side' forwards to 'Final Cut'.

My problem with most of RWs solo albums was that he concentrated on a theme and kept coming back to it to the point that you get fed up with it (Radio K.A.O.S & Amused to Death are examples of this). Not this one though. He's still being controversial but I think he gets away with it - lots of swearing [*] so careful if you play it with kids around.

Listening to it again - while working from home - of course.

 

Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail
Tossing away your last cigarette
Picture your finger pushing the doorbell
Picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat
Picture yourself on the streets of Laredo
Picture the casbah, picture Japan
Picture your kid with his hand on the trigger
Picture prosthetics in Afghanistan
Picture a courthouse with no * laws
Picture a cathouse with no * whores
Picture a shithouse with no * drains
Picture a leader with no * brains
Follow me filming myself at the show
On a phone from a seat in the very front row
Follow Miss Universe catching some rays
Wish you were here in Guantanamo Bay
Picture a seat on a private plane
Picture your feet nailed to the floor
Picture a crew who are clearly insane
Picture no windows, picture no doors
Glued to a screen in the state of Nevada
To follow the dream gets harder and harder
Picture her wrapping a gift for the wedding
Picture her boiling the water for tea
Picture the kids climbing into the backseat
Picture my hand turning the keys
Oh picture that.
Picture the dog in the pickup ahead.
Picture the tree at the side of the road
Picture my hands growing steadily colder
Follow me down to a place by the river
Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver
Why so weedy, why so * needy?
There’s no such thing as
Being too greedy

 

^^
Picture a cathouse with no * whores
Picture a shithouse with no * drains
Picture a leader with no * brains

Beautiful <sniff...>

Just back from walking the dog whilst wearing my headphones & listening to this. Cracking album.

 

*...

 

Whats the name of the album?

 

Is this the life we really want?

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Is_This_the_Life_We_Really_Want?

 

Ta

 

I am loving this album. A masterpiece.

The Last Refugee is awe inspiring.

 

I'm 42 and one day old and I've been awake since I was 41 but I think this might be Roger Waters' finest album.

 

Wish You Were Here... In Guantanamo Bay

 

I'm going to go out and buy a CD of this. I don't even own a CD player.

 

Just found out this was written by a Palestinian poet. Roger just put the music to it.

With a glass inlaid with gemstones
On a pool around the evening
Among the perfumed roses
Wait for her

With the patience of a packhorse loaded for the mountains
Like a stoic, noble prince
Wait for her

With seven pillows laid out on the stair
The scent of womens' incense fills the air
Be calm, and wait for her

And do not flush the sparrows that are nesting in her braids
All along the barricades
Wait for her

And if she comes soon
Wait for her

And if she comes late
Wait

Let her be still as a summer afternoon
A garden in full bloom

Let her breathe in the air that is foreign to her heart
Let her lips part
Wait for her

Take her to the balcony, see the moon soaked in milk
Hear the rustle of her silk
Wait for her

Don't let your eyes alight upon the twin doves of her breast
Lest they take flight
Wait for her

And if she comes soon
Wait for her

And if she comes late
Wait

Serve her water before wine
Do not touch her hand
Let your fingertips rest at her command

Speak softly as a flute would to a fearful violin
Breathe out
Breathe in

And as the echo fades from that final fusillade
Remember the promises you made