1986: Tutttuuu...tutttuuuu...tutttu.....
"Hello?"....."HI, THIS IS DAVE, HOW ARE YOU NICK?",.... "Good... but to what do I owe this call?...." "Have you read the papers?"...."No, why? I went to a vintage sports car auction"....."WE WOOOON, we can use the name. So, shall we do it?"... "Yes... um... yes, do you have any pieces?"....."Uuuuh, a ton, come to my house and I'll let you hear it!!"..."Good stuff?"....."For sure... the world will see!"......"Have you heard from Rick, poor guy, I haven't heard from him in ages! At least since The Wall!!"....."I'll call him, we'll have him play something, and then there's the tour to organize"....."Ok then... you know I'm a little rusty with the drums"....."Doesn't matter, I'll find someone for the tricky percussion parts!!..."Let's do it next week... we'll put down some demos, I'll talk with EMI, touch base with Storm for the cover, contact the session musicians"....
1987...September...tutttuuu..tuutttuuu
"Hi Nick...what did I tell you? We're selling like crazy!! Roger....prrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!"...."Better, hang on, I'm calling for the Aston Martin check-up. Bye"......"Don't forget that the multi-year world tour is starting"....."No... I've noted it down... bye".
A Momentary Lapse of Reason is all here. Two forty-somethings who wanted to have fun. Done with energy and lightness. Anti-Final Cut to the core deliberately. And more sold. 4 stars for the impact, the comeback, the tour, the name, for those who want to call the music good, the cover, for that wonderful September 1st, 1987, the release day of the CD and my 20th birthday. The camping holidays and the trip to Yugoslavia (ex) listening to Momentary at full blast in my dad's Kadett. Farewell fabulous '80s.
Learning to fly...... deejay television... new video. Good times.
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
02 Learning to Fly (04:53)
Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast
How can I escape this irresistible grasp?
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted, just an earth-bound misfit, I
Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to find my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone
A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night
There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, a state of bliss
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I
10 Sorrow (08:46)
The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking
He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough
His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered
One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls
And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be
There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken
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By valeriozappa
When fantasy and inspiration end, a band has an obligation to close shop.
‘Sorrow’ was a fitting title for a song and as a finale for a record, which was a true sorrow for me to listen to.
By primiballi
The album is, in my opinion, beautiful and different, wonderfully played and decidedly well-written.
It deserves it. Because it is the best work of the period without Waters and, above all, because it is beautiful in itself.
By pros12
The "Pink Floyd sound" is David Gilmour.
When listening to an album, one must listen, feel what is there, and not what is not there.
By Breus
"It doesn’t take an expert to understand that Gilmour...had planned the right ingredients and dosages to ensure a safe return to the scene."
"Pieces like 'Dogs of War' are really embarrassing, as well as unlistenable."
By claudio carpentieri
"Not bad for the new Gilmour management which produces an album that has all the credentials to try, respectfully, to honor the past while respecting the present."
"A Momentary Lapse Of Reason draws the Pink Floydian vision from Gilmour’s viewpoint, who, as the main protagonist, tries in every way (and succeeds) to produce an album with a clearly familiar sound."