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The Final Cut (occasionally subtitled The Final Cut: A Requiem For The Post-War Dream by Roger Waters) is the twelfth studio album by English progressive rock group Pink Floyd. It was released on 21 March 1983 by Harvest Records in the United Kingdom, and several weeks later by Columbia Records in the United States. A concept album, The Final Cut is the last of the band's studio releases to include founding member and long-time lyricist Roger Waters. It is the only Pink Floyd album on which Waters alone is credited for the writing and composition of every song. Most of the lyrics are sung by Waters; lead guitarist David Gilmour provides vocals on only one of the album's tracks. HQ Audio HD Video!

Real world obligations have kept me very busy for the last 6 or 7 weeks and I've not had the chance to upload any videos. I have however found some time in-between to work on some videos, including this dust off of a track I started way back. I had hoped to have this video uploaded on the D-day anniversary (June 6th), but wanted to make a couple of adjustments....which never happened anyway....so here it is.

This album is a serious downer, but I've always loved it and there are a few truly great songs (including "The Gunner's Dream") on it.

Huge thanks as usual to anyone who's art contributed to this new art....THANK YOU!!!!

[Lyrics]
Floating down, through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
But 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

{Move it}
A place to stay
{A real one}
Enough to eat
{Gonna have to make stock}
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears and what's more
No one ever disappears you never hear their standard issue
Kicking in 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 goin' round and round my brain
This 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 this final scene
Take heed of the dream, take heed