" ...we came in? "
Brick by brick. Time over time. The light before you is eclipsed by the wall you’ve built. You find the world too mean, everything unjust. Nothing is as it should be. If you want to discover what hides behind these cold eyes, you’ll have to make your way through this beautiful mess called life. If you can’t, deal with it. Get trampled.
Surrender. Alienation is the easiest path. Perhaps.
When you were a child, your father flew across the ocean. He never came back. Yet a woman once happily sang we’ll meet again. Ironic. Old family photos in an equally old album. Paper worn by time. Time that passes relentlessly. It doesn’t stop, not even at night. It’s never tired. Helicopter noises scare you now. Your mother loves you too much. She protects you.
She shows you the way.
When you went to school, certain teachers tended to ridicule the students. You didn’t need education. You learned everything on your own. The sea may seem warm and the sky may appear blue. But it’s an illusion. The wall is too high. You can’t see the world on the other side.
You run from fear. Like hell. They urge you to run. Before they find you, run, escape.
In the crowd, you see a Jew, someone who’s smoking a joint all alone. Before the show’s end, they’ll all be dead.
With a bullet. What did mom say? to be careful.
You didn’t listen to her. Now you face the consequences. You managed to scare the judge examining your faults. Well done. Now you can also take your things. Tear down the wall. Bring it down.
Rain ones from the sky, as true as you’re not God.
" isn’t this where... "
Roger Waters’ ability to express himself is outrageously clever. He is a genius.
The Wall is not just an album to listen to; it is an album to be explored.