[skippy the wonder dog]

Good call on The Gunner's Dream. Excellent song, excellent album. As far as I'm concerned, there was no Pink Floyd after Roger Waters. Full lyrics:

Floating down, through the clouds
memories come rushing up to meet me now
and in the space between the heavens
and the corner of some foreign field*
I had a dream.
I had a dream.

Goodbye Max, goodbye ma.
After the service, when you're walking slowly to the car
and the silver in her hair
shines in the cold November air
you hear the tolling bell,
and touch the silk in your lapel
and as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band
you take her frail hand
and hold on to the dream.

A place to stay, enough to eat,
somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street,
where you can talk out loud about your hopes and fears,
and what's more, no one ever disappears
you never hear their standard issue kicking down your door.
You can relax, on both sides of the tracks
and maniacs don't blow holes
in bandsmen by remote control
and everyone has recourse to the law
and no one kills the children anymore.
No one kills the children anymore.

Night after night, going round and round my brain
his dream is driving me insane.

In the corner of some foreign field, the gunner sleeps tonight.
What's done is done. We cannot just write off his final scene,
take heed of the dream.
Take heed.

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* see Rupert Brooke, "The Soldier":

If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is forever England. Etc, etc.