On the Run - Roger Waters.mp3

[00:00.000] 作曲 : David Gilmour/George Roger Waters
[00:01.236]Today, I awoke from a dream
[00:05.060]It was a revelation
[00:08.350]Almost Patmosian, whatever that means
[00:14.056]But that's evidently another story
[00:18.217]It began with some standard bullshit fight with evil
[00:24.680]In this case, an apparently all-powerful hooded and cloaked figure
[00:31.963]We fled
[00:33.193]Yes, we
[00:34.710]I was not alone
[00:37.284]But there’s no escape
[00:39.808]You're on the tee, but there's nowhere to tee the ball up
[00:43.738]You’re trying to pack, but the chaos is too great
[00:47.451]You can't remember wherе you parked the car
[00:50.478]The birds comе over, but the gun falls apart
[00:54.799]The train is late, or it doesn't stop
[00:59.300]Your hands are too big, the world is too small
[01:02.308]You don't mean to plunge the knife under the waiter's ribs
[01:06.177]But somehow you do
[01:08.318]You push on the footbrake as hard as you can
[01:10.961]But the car keeps rolling slowly forwards onto the track
[01:14.825]Or backwards over the cliff
[01:20.940]Well, it wasn't one of those
[01:23.853]It was the final showdown
[01:25.724]The final confrontation between good and evil
[01:31.870]He caught up the wraith
[01:37.511]He was strong, too strong to defeat in hand-to-hand
[01:42.705]We tried everything
[01:46.212]It all boiled down and expanded out and up
[01:49.341]Into a sort of Pilotwings videogame over a circus site
[01:54.865]Guy Laliberté gone mad
[01:58.248]Canvas and people and towering smoke arches
[02:02.003]And juggling capsules and catching knives
[02:05.110]And teamwork and comrades
[02:07.259]And it was complicated and exhausting
[02:10.430]But we won the day
[02:16.976]We stood, exhausted but triumphant
[02:20.699]Smiling at one another
[02:23.015]Clasping forearms and hugging
[02:26.342]Like bad Shakespearean actors
[02:29.852]But then we looked up and around
[02:33.534]They were gathering anew above us
[02:36.790]Darkening the sky
[02:38.862]Hordes and hordes
[02:40.851]Too many to count
[02:42.905]Poised to attack
[02:47.830]Overwhelming odds
[02:50.499]Against we happy few
[02:53.420]We band of brothers
[02:57.747]We were prepared to die
[03:00.265]Almost relieved to have given our all
[03:03.294]When just out of sight, to my right
[03:06.291]Just beyond the periphery of my vision
[03:09.410]Like a raging bonfire in a high wind, someone spoke
[03:15.104]A voice, like Atticus Finch
[03:20.228]Begone!
[03:21.708]The fire forward oblique voice ordained
[03:28.916]It brooked no rebuttal
[03:31.630]The hordes dissolved
[03:33.558]And all around the circus tents
[03:36.201]Open saloon cars full of bad guys
[03:39.648]Milled around to make their escape
[03:42.229]Skidding in the mud
[03:43.904]But there was nowhere to run
[03:46.083]It was over