Pink Floyd The Wall

Synopsis: The movie tells the story of rock singer "Pink" who is sitting in his hotel room in Los Angeles, burnt out from the music business and only able to perform on stage with the help of drugs. Based on the 1979 double album "The Wall" by Pink Floyd, the film begins in Pink's youth where he is crushed by the love of his mother. Several years later, he is punished by the teachers in school because he is starting to write poems. He slowly begins to build a wall around himself to be protected from the world outside. The film shows all this in massive and epic pictures until the very end where he tears down the wall and breaks free.
Director(s): Alan Parker
Production: United Artists
  Won 2 BAFTA Film Awards. Another 1 win & 1 nomination.
Rotten Tomatoes:
95 min

Christmas comes but once a year

For every girl and boy

The laughter and the joy

They find in each new toy

I'll tell you of a little boy

Who lives across the way

This little fella 's Christmas

Is just another day

It was just before dawn

One miserable morning

In black '44

When the forward commander

was told to sit tight

When he asked that

his men be withdrawn

And the generals gave thanks

As the other ranks

Held back the enemy tanks

For a while

And the Anzio bridgehead

Was held for the price

Of a few hundred ordinary lives

He's the little boy

That Santa Claus forgot

And Goodness knows

He didn 't want a lot

He sent a note to Santa

For some soldiers and a drum

It broke his little heart

When he found Santa hadn't come

In the street he envies

All those lucky boys

So ya thought ya

Might like to

Go to the show

To feel the warm thrill

of confusion

That space cadet glow

Tell me, is something

eluding you, sunshine

Is this not what

you expected to see

If you wanna find out

what's behind these cold eyes

You'll just have to

claw your way through this disguise

Mama loves her baby

And Daddy loves you too

And the sea may look

warm to you, babe

And the sky may look blue

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, babe

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Baby blue

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, babe

If you should go skating

On the thin ice of modern life

Dragging behind you

The silent reproach

Of a million tear-stained eyes

Don 't be surprised

When a crack in the ice

Appears under your feet

You slip out of your depth

and out of your mind

With you fear

flowing out behind you

As you claw the thin ice

Daddy's flown across the ocean

Leaving just a memory

A snapshot in the family album

Daddy, what else

did you leave for me

Daddy, what'd ya leave behind for me

All in all it was

Just a brick in the wall

All in all it was all

just bricks in the wall

Easy. Be careful.

- What?

- Will you put me on there?

- Well, where's your mother, then?

- She's gone to the shops.

Yes, all right.

How's that then? Enjoying it?

Lovely, lovely.

Now off you go.

Go on.

Now what have I told you about this?

What have I told you?

Go on, go on now. Sling your hook.

Go on. Sling your hook.

And kind old King George

Sent Mother a note

When he heard that Father was gone

It was, I recall

In the form of a scroll

Gold leaf and all

And I found it one day

In a drawer of old photographs

Hidden away

And my eyes still grow damp

to remember

His Majesty signed

With his own rubber stamp

It was dark all around

There was frost in the ground

When the tigers broke free

And no one survived

From the Royal Fusiliers Company C

They were all left behind

Most of them dead

The rest of them dying

And that's how the high command

Took my daddy from me

Did you see the frightened ones

Did you hear the falling bombs

Did you ever wonder why

we had to run for shelter

When the promise of a brave new world

unfurled beneath the clear blue sky

Did you see the frightened ones

Did you hear the falling bombs

The flames are all long gone

but the pain lingers on


Blue sky

Good-bye, blue sky



Wait for me, Pinky,

you rotten bleeder.

- They're my bullets, ain't they?

- I don't know.

Come on, Tubs.

It's great down in the tunnel.

Don't you think

it'd be dangerous, Pinky?

No. Don't be daft.

- You all right, Tubs?

- Yeah. Hurt me knee a bit.

- Come on.

- Na. It's too dangerous.

- We'll wait for the train.

- Give me the torch.

Pinky! Here comes the train !

Get off the line,

you bloody idiot! Here it comes!

Pinky, get off the line!

Here it comes!

Pinky, get off the line!

You !

You! Yes, you !

Stand still, laddie!

When we grew up and went to school

There were certain teachers who would

hurt the children anyway they could

By pouring their derision

upon anything we did

Exposing every weakness

However carefully hidden

by the kids

What have we here, laddie?

Mysterious scribblings?

A secret code?

No. Poems, no less.

Poems, everybody!

The lad here reckons himself

a poet.

"Money, get back.

I'm all right, Jack.

Keep your hands

off my stack.

New car, caviar,

four-star daydream.

Think I'll buy me

a football team."

Absolute rubbish, laddie!

Get on with your work.

Repeat after me:

An acre is the area

of a rectangle...

whose length is one furlong...

and whose width is one chain.

But in this town it was well known

When they got home at night

their fat and psychopathic wives

Would thrash them

within inches of their lives

We don 't need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teacher, leave them kids alone

Hey, teacher, leave them kids alone

All in all it's just

another brick in the wall

Wrong! Do it again !

All in all you're just

another brick in the wall

We don 't need no education

If you don't eat your meat,

you can't have any pudding!

We don't need no thought control

How can you have any pudding

if you don't eat your meat?

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

You ! Yes, you, laddie!

Poems, everybody.

The lad here reckons himself a poet.

Teachers, leave them kids alone

Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone

All in all you're just

another brick in the wall

All in all you're just

another brick in the wall

We don 't need no education

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Again. An acre is the area

of a rectangle...

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Roger Waters

George Roger Waters (born 6 September 1943) is an English songwriter, singer, bassist, and composer. In 1965, he co-founded the progressive rock band Pink Floyd with drummer Nick Mason, keyboardist Richard Wright, and guitarist, singer, and songwriter Syd Barrett. Waters initially served as the bassist, but following the departure of Barrett in 1968, he also became their lyricist, co-lead vocalist, and conceptual leader. Pink Floyd achieved international success with the concept albums The Dark Side of the Moon, Wish You Were Here, Animals, and The Wall. By the early 1980s, they had become one of the most critically acclaimed and commercially successful groups in popular music; by 2013, they had sold more than 250 million albums worldwide. Amid creative differences, Waters left in 1985 and began a legal dispute with the remaining members over their use of the band's name and material. They settled out of court in 1987. Waters' solo work includes the studio albums The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking (1984), Radio K.A.O.S. (1987), Amused to Death (1992), and Is This the Life We Really Want? (2017). In 2005, he released Ça Ira, an opera translated from Étienne and Nadine Roda-Gils' libretto about the French Revolution. In 1990, Waters staged one of the largest rock concerts in history, The Wall – Live in Berlin, with an attendance of 450,000. As a member of Pink Floyd, he was inducted into the U.S. Rock and Roll Hall of Fame in 1996 and the UK Music Hall of Fame in 2005. Later that year, he reunited with Pink Floyd bandmates Mason, Wright and David Gilmour for the Live 8 global awareness event, the group's first appearance with Waters since 1981. He has toured extensively as a solo act since 1999; he performed The Dark Side of the Moon in its entirety for his world tour of 2006–2008, and in 2010 began the Wall Live tour, the highest-grossing of all time by a solo artist. more…

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