Rattle That Lock (Deluxe)
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G010003380138H/01 RATTLE THAT LOCK (Music: David Gilmour / Michaël Boumendil / Lyrics: Polly Samson) Whatever it takes to break And all the other travellers Got to do it Become phantoms to our eyes From the Burning Lake The furies and the revellers Or the Eastern Gate The fallen angels in disguise You’ll get through it No Discord, Chance or Rumour Rattle that lock and lose those chains Is going to interrupt this bliss Rattle that lock and lose those chains No Discord, Chance or Rumour Rattle that lock and lose those chains To interrupt this... Rattle that lock So let’s get to it Let’s go do it It’s calling like a fl ame Have it all our way Through the darkness and the night Go back to where we blew it A world suspended on a golden chain And lose our heads along the way No Discord, Chance or Rumour So long Sin, au revoir Chaos Is going to interrupt this bliss If there’s a Heaven it can wait No Discord, Chance or Rumour So long Sin and au revoir Chaos To interrupt this... If there’s a Heaven… Rattle that lock and lose those chains Rattle that lock and lose those chains Rattle that lock and lose those chains A BOAT FACES LIES OF STONE WAITING (Music and lyrics: David Gilmour) (Music: David Gilmour / Lyrics: Polly Samson) Faces of stone that watched from the dark Something I never knew As the wind swirled around and you took my arm in the park In silence I’d hear you Images framed, hung high in the trees And a boat lies waiting And you talked of your youth but the years had turned dry as the leaves Still your clouds all fl aming That old time easy feeling Your lover was gone, his replacement to hand And just what the difference was, you could not understand What I lost was an ocean In darkening grey we walked back through the streets Now I’m drifting through without you Then you talked all night long of your childhood home by the sea In this sad barcarolle And I, my disguise a mask chosen by you What I lost was an ocean Believed every word I heard And I’m rolling right behind you At least I think that’s what I tried to do In this sad barcarolle We sat on the roof – the night overfl owed It rocks you like a cradle No more was said but I learned all I needed to know It rocks you to the core Your Hollywood smile shone a light on the past You’ll sleep like a baby But it was the future that you held so tight to your heart As it knocks at Death’s door DANCING IN ANY RIGHT IN TONGUE (Music: David Gilmour / Lyrics: Polly Samson) Home and done it’s just begun FRONT OF ME His heart weighs more, more than it ever did before What has he done? God help my son Hey, stay a while, I’ll stay up No sugar is enough to bring sweetness to his cup (Music and lyrics: David Gilmour) I know sorrow tastes the same on any tongue Maybe I should have shown you a clearer plainer truth How was I to feel it That doesn’t care about summer and less about youth When a gun was in my hands Now in this silence what more is there to do And I’d waited for so long Something has broken in me and in you How was I to see straight In the dust and blinding sun In watchful dependence a satellite spins Just a pair of boots on the ground Cautiously circling the space that I’m in It’s bouncing me signals - distorted by time On the screen the young men die And I’m stuck here waiting for the stars to align The children cry in the rubble of their lives What has he done? God help my son Dancing right in front of me, all the lives I once could see Hey, stay a while, I’ll stay up Slipping to and slipping fro, disappearing The volume pumped right up but not enough to drown it out Who’s to know where they have gone - just out of sight I hear “Mama” sounds the same in any tongue Into the shadows of my night Who started out as stars in my eyes How am I to see you When my faith stands in the way There’s a wide horizon, go on now take a chance And the wailing is long done Your star is shining it lights a brighter path How am I to know you It’s all there inside you, take one day at a time With a joystick in my hand Reeling, freewheeling, I want to watch you fl y When the call to arms has come TODAY THE GIRL IN (Music: David Gilmour / Lyrics: Polly Samson) If you should wake and fi nd me gone Keep safe this night and dwell upon Such murmurations, sun sunk deep THE YELLOW Now close your eyes and go to sleep What a day it’s been a day of shoot the breezing What a day it’s been this time of year Just a day when the weight of the world slides away (Music: David Gilmour / Lyrics: Polly Samson) DRESS Feel that sun on your back see the shadows falling She mesmerises with a smile Sea meets shore and soothes it with a song Dark eyes as compelling as the bourbon If this should be my last day on earth The girl in the canary yellow dress I’ll sing along Says yes Let’s forget all the skies cast over and grey She fl ips a pack of cigarettes She dances like a fl ame And the squalling tempests of doubt He doesn’t smoke but he takes one nonetheless Has no cares, yellow dress fl ares Holding on clinging tight in the wreckage of love It helps to keep his motives true Eyes closed, arms above, she shakes But today (Gauloise-blue) Swirls and snakes What else is the poor boy supposed to do? What a time to dream what a day of easy Too late in this folie à trois What a day it’s been this time of year She dances like a fl ame He sees that her heart is pounding for Just a day when the weight of the world slides away Words unheard Big daddy who falls down to his Eyes closed and yellow dress knees Evening Star, a guitar in the smoke of the fi re Whirls and swirls Begging her please Light of gold in the garden of old Lifts his sax, says here’s my little tease I would take it all again, if it came my way It’s late the hour’s growing horns But today The band seems to draw her ever closer Her dancing sets the place on fi re This girl gets right down in the groove Heaven and hell Woos and moves The fl ames curl up his spine Lyrics © Polly Samson / David Gilmour Leads him on to where they play the blues As she shakes, whirls and snakes © Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd., administered by Imagem UK Ltd. 5 A.M. A BOAT LIES WAITING BEAUTY TODAY (David Gilmour) (David Gilmour / Polly Samson) (David Gilmour) (David Gilmour / Polly Samson) David Gilmour: Guitars, keyboards, David Gilmour: Vocals, piano, David Gilmour: Guitars, bass, David Gilmour: Vocals, guitars, electric piano guitar, keyboards keyboards, bass harmonica electric piano, keyboards, Zbigniew Preisner: Orchestration David Crosby and Graham Nash: Vocals Roger Eno: Piano Hammond organ Yaron Stavi: Double bass Steve DiStanislao: Drums, percussion Steve DiStanislao: Drums Roger Eno: Piano Danny Cummings: Percussion Guy Pratt: Bass RATTLE THAT LOCK Danny Cummings: Percussion Phil Manzanera: Acoustic guitar, (David Gilmour / Polly Samson / keyboard elements Michaël Boumendil) THE GIRL IN THE Mica Paris and Louise Marshall: Vocals Jon Carin: Electric piano DANCING RIGHT IN YELLOW DRESS David Gilmour: Vocals, guitars, Mike Rowe: Electric piano FRONT OF ME (David Gilmour / Polly Samson) Polly Samson: Vocals Hammond organ, keyboards (David Gilmour) Steve DiStanislao: Drums, percussion, vocals Danny Cummings: Percussion David Gilmour: Vocals, guitar Zbigniew Preisner: Orchestration Yaron Stavi: Bass, double bass, vocals David Gilmour: Vocals, guitars, Martin France: Drums Guy Pratt: Bass piano, electric piano, keyboards, Jools Holland: Piano Phil Manzanera: Hammond organ, bass, Hammond organ Rado Klose: Guitar keyboard elements Steve DiStanislao: Drums Chris Laurence: Double bass AND THEN... Danny Cummings: Percussion Andy Newmark: Drums John Parricelli: Guitar (David Gilmour) Mica Paris and Louise Marshall: Vocals Yaron Stavi: Double bass Colin Stetson: Saxophone The Liberty Choir directed by MJ Paranzino Danny Cummings: Percussion Robert Wyatt: Cornet David Gilmour: Guitars, keyboards, SNCF chime written by Michaël Boumendil; Zbigniew Preisner: Orchestration electric piano, bass used by kind permission Andy Newmark: Drums Danny Cummings: Percussion Zbigniew Preisner: Orchestration IN ANY TONGUE FACES OF STONE (David Gilmour / Polly Samson) (David Gilmour) David Gilmour: Vocals, guitars, David Gilmour: Keyboards, guitars, bass, keyboards vocals, piano Gabriel Gilmour: Piano Steve DiStanislao: Drums, percussion Phil Manzanera: Keyboard elements Danny Cummings: Percussion Andy Newmark: Drums Eira Owen: French horn Zbigniew Preisner: Orchestration Damon Iddins: Accordion, calliope keyboard Phil Manzanera: Hammond organ, acoustic guitar, keyboard elements Zbigniew Preisner: Orchestration Produced by David Gilmour and Phil Manzanera The Liberty Choir recorded at the Church of the Holy Spirit, Engineered and mixed by Andy Jackson and David Gilmour Narbonne Road, London, Assisted by Damon Iddins by Andy Jackson and Damon Iddins Choir leader: MJ Paranzino Additional engineering at Gallery Studio by Mike Boddy assisted by Andrés Mesa Mastered by James Guthrie and Joel Plante at das boot recording Additional vocal engineering at The Village Recorder by Kevin General technical and musical instrument supervision by Phil Taylor Madigan.