Roger Waters - 450 AM Go Fishing скачать mp3

As cars go by I cast my mind's eye Over back packs on roof racks Beyond the horizon Where dream makers Working white plastic processors Invite the unwary To reach for the pie in the sky Go fishing my boy! We set out in the spring With a trunk full of books about everything About solar devices And how nice natural childbirth is We cut down some trees And we trailed our ideals Through the forest glade We dammed up the stream And the kids cooled their heels In the fishing pool we'd made We held hands and we exchanged bands And we practically lived off the land You adopted a fox cub Whose mother was somebody's coat You fed him by hand And then snuggled him down In the grandfather bed while I wrote We grew our own maize And I only occasionally went into town To stock up on antibiotics And shells for the shotgun that I kept around I told the kids stories While you worked your loom And the sun went down sooner each day. *Chapter six in which Eeyore has a birthday And gets two presents Daddy...come on dad Eeyore the old grey donkey stood by the side Of the stream and he looked at himself in the water Pathetic he said, That's what it is Good morning Eeyore said Pooh Oh said Pooh, He thought for a long time The leaves all fell down Our crops all turned brown It was over As the first snowflakes fell I realised all was not well in the camp The kids caught bronchitis The space heater ran out of diesel One weekend a friend from the East Rot his soul Stole your heard I said Fuck it then Take the kids back to town Maybe I'll see you around And so...leaving all our hopes and dreams To the wind and the rain Taking only our stash Left our litter and trash And set out on the road again On the road again Bye Bye Daddy, Bye Daddy You can bring Pearl she's a darn nice girl But don't bring Liza