NOBODY HOME (Pink Floyd)

Description:
Música e letra de Roger Waters.

Do álbum THE WALL (1979), o 11o. do Pink Floyd.


Ingredients:
I got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag, with toothbrush and comb
When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone

I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hands blues
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from

I got electric light
And I got second sight
Got amazing powers of observation
(and that is how I know)

When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There’ll be nobody home

I got the obligatory hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt

I got nicotine stains on my fingers
I got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains

I’ve got wild, staring eyes
And I got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
(fly to... fly to... fly to... fly to...)

Ooooo babe!
When I pick up the phone
There’s still nobody home

I got a pair of gohills boots
I got fading roots


Directions:
Outra diretamente do fundo do poço... praticamente uma ode à solidão... com Richard Wright num dos arranjos de piano mais lindos jamais ouvidos num álbum de rock.