Megan and me before Roger Waters, 2006
Post Gazette Pavilion, Pittsburgh, Pa
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Megan and me before Roger Waters, 2006
Post Gazette Pavilion, Pittsburgh, Pa
The Bitch Himself was on different level with this one... The rhythm is so fun, the energy of the solo is fire, Gilmour's and everybody's playing is fantastic but the star is Roger...
The lyrics, the dripping sarcasm, the anger, the spite, the judgement, the mocking breath for censored words... Fucking fantastic.
This was always top 5 PF song for me.
I've been inactive for a while, but i'm alive! If anyone missed me... Buuut since i'm back i brought the Roger moth i made a while ago to stare at you :3
I got lazy to make the rest of his body... Anyways i feel like i should do the rest of PF members as bugs, but i'm not sure what bugs could they be tbh, if u have any suggestions please tell me! (If u want to)
Appreciation post for when everyone starts laughing in the middle of Corporal Clegg due to the sheer ridiculousness of the song.
In another timeline, Roger Waters would've stayed designing bank vaults and would've been known as the crazy guy™ who passes the time by talking to himself in silly voices as he works, making snide comments about wealthier users of his designs whenever he thinks his boss is out of earshot.
So during the In The Flesh (Animals) tour, Pink Floyd's German promoter apparently got them a live piglet as a gift? Their tour manager smuggled it back to the hotel they were staying at and the poor thing sh*t itself all night long. I just... want to know what the endgame plan was...
"They disembarked in '45 and no-one spoke and no one smiled
There were too many spaces in the line
Gathered at the cenotaph
All agreed with hand on heart to sheathe the sacrificial knives
But now she stands upon Southampton dock
With her handkerchief, and her summer frock
Clings to her wet body in the rain
In quiet desperation
Knuckles white upon the slippery reins
She bravely waves the boys goodbye again
And still the dark stain spreads between their shoulder blades
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves
And when the fight was over
We spent what they had made, but
In the bottom of our hearts, we felt the final cut"
Southampton Dock by Pink Floyd, 1983
early days...