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The Trial (Letra)

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All my senses rebel
Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze
Until you left her to the…???
A journey I’ll never make again

For those who have accepted the burden of shame
For the innocent only words will remain
And our lives will be forced to ??? days
The perpetrators of our own bastard ways

All my senses rebel
Under the scrutiny of their persistent gaze
Until you left her to the…???
A journey I’ll never make again

I stand accused of a thousand and one crimes
A witness to events that went to this point in time
With traditions enshrined our hands would be close tied
We’ll never survive the great test of time

Deliver me from these feverish eyes
They threaten to advance our state of mind
I’m just an imposter, is that a small surprise?
A sense of guilt
A sense of guilt
A sense of guilt
A sense of guilt

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The Trial (Letra)

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Outside the cats are scratching
Inside the doors are latching
On the room, the greedy gloom
The trial is revealed
Police are six feet deep
With switchblades in their teeth
So no one leaves and they all believe
This is absolutely real
Yes, it’s real
And the sergeant says, "are you ready, boys?
Get ready, boys
Aim…
And fire…

Order in the court
People ready for the sport
They squirm and squeak and lick their beaks
And grease their feathers down
Everybody rise
Judge is here with bathroom eyes
A grizzly bear, he hugs his chair
And the greedy gavel pounds
Yes, it pounds
And the sergeant says, "are you ready, boys?
Get ready, boys
Aim…
And fire…

In the dungeon s(?) falls
Writing appeals upon the wall
And the priest in prayers is not even there
So precious is his time
To the stake he’s tied
The swallows sing the triggers slide
He bids goodbye to the wattery sky that plunges from his mind
From his mind
And the sergeant says, "are you ready, boys?
Get ready, boys
Aim…
And fire…

The Trial (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Good morning, The Worm, Your Honour,
The Crown will plainly show,
The prisoner who now stands before you,
Was caught red-handed showing feelings.
Showing feelings of an almost human nature.
This will not do.

Call the schoolmaster!

I always said he’d come to no good,
In the end, Your Honour.
If they’d let me have my way,
I could have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied.
The bleeding hearts and artists,
Let him get away with murder.
Let me hammer him today.

Crazy.
Toys in the attic, I am crazy.
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken my marbles away.
(Crazy. Toys in the attic, he is crazy.)

You little shit, you’re in it now.
I hope they throw away the key.
You should’ve talked to me more often than you did.
But no! You had to go your own way.
Have you broken any homes up lately?
Just five minutes, Worm, Your Honour,
Him and me alone.

Baaaaaabe!
Come to Mother, baby.
Let me hold you in my arms.
M’Lord, I never meant for him to get in any trouble.
Why’d he ever have to leave me?
Worm, Your Honour, let me take him home.

Crazy.
Over the rainbow, I am crazy.
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall.
For when I came in. . .
(Crazy. Over the rainbow, he is crazy.)

The evidence before the court is incontravertible.
There’s no need for the jury to retire.
In all my years of judging I have never heard before,
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of the law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother,
Fills me with the urge to deficate! — No, Judge, the jury!
Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers.
Tear down the wall!

The Trial (Letra)

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The prosecutor:
Good morning, worm, your honour.
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who stands now before you
Was caught red handed showing feelings,
Showing feelings of an almost human nature.
Ah, this will not do!
Call the schoolmaster!

Teacher:
I always said he’d come to no good
In the end, your honour
If they’d let me have my way i could
Have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied,
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder,
Let me hammer him today!

The defendant:
Crazy toys in the attic, i’m crazy
Truly gone fishing.
They must have taken my marbles away!

Chorus:
Crazy toys in the attic, he is crazy.

The prosecutor:
Call the defendant’s wife!

The wife:
You little shit, you’re in it now,
I hope they throw away the key.
You should have talked to me more often than you did,
But no, you had to go your on way.
Have you broken any homes up lately ?
Just five minutes, worm, your honour,
Him and me alone!

Mother: *
Babe ……..
Come to mother,
Baby, let me hold you on my arms.
M’lord, i never wanted him
To get in any trouble.
Why’d he ever had to leave me ?
Worm, your honour, let me take him home!

The defendant:
Crazy over the rainbow, i am crazy
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there in the wall
When i came in!

Chorus:
Crazy over the rainbow, he is crazy.

The judge:
The evidence before the court is incontrovertible,
There’s no need for the jury to retire.
In all my years of judging, i have never heard before
Of someone more deserving the full penalty of law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother,
Fills me with the urge to defecate!
Since my friend you have revealed your deepest fear,
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers!
Tear down the wall!!!

Chorus:
Tear down the wall!!!!
Tear down the wall!!!!
Tear down the wall!!!!
Tear down the wall!!!!

* sung by marianne

Roger waters & the bleeding heart band:
Graham broad – drums
Rick di fonzo – guitar
Andy fairweather low – guitar & bass
Nick glennie smith – keyboards
Snowy white – guitar
Peter wood – keyboards
Backing vocalists: joe chemay, jim farber, jim haas, john joyce

The rundfunk orchestra & choir
The military orchestra of the soviet army (principal: wiktor afanesjew)
The rundfunk orchestra & choir
The prosecutor: tim curry
The teacher: thomas dolby
The wife: ute lemper
Mother: marianne faithfull
The judge: albert finney
The company

Produced by nick griffiths and roger waters
Engineered by nigel jopson
Mixed by nick griffiths and nigel jopson
Orchestra recorded by steven mcglaughlin
Assistant sound engineer: heidi cannavo