PINK FLOYD: Your Possible Pasts/ One Of The Few/ When The Tigers Broke Free (Remastered/1080p)

Music: PINK FLOYD "Your Possible Pasts", "One Of The Few", "When The Tigers Broke Free" from their album "The Final Cut" (1983)/ Image Gathering & Editing: JOHN SMITH (2017)
Lyrics:
YOUR POSSIBLE PASTS
They flutter behind you your possible pasts
Some brightened and crazy some frightened and lost
A warning to anyone still in command
Of their possible future to take care
In derelict sidings the poppies entwine
With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time
Do you remember me? how we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
She stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile
Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
Stepping uo boldly one put out his hand
He said, " I was just a child then now I'm only a man"
Do you remember me? how we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay
And strung out behind us the banners and flags
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags
Do you remember me? how we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
Written by Roger Waters • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
ONE OF THE FEW
When you're one of the few,
To land on your feet.
What do you do to make ends meet?
(Teach)
Make 'em mad
Make 'em sad
Make 'em add two and two
Make 'em me
Make 'em you
Make 'em do what you want them to
Make 'em laugh
Make 'em cry
Make 'em lay down and die
Written by Roger Waters • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc
WHEN THE TIGERS BROKE FREE
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When he asked that his men be withdrawn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 bridghead was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives
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
With 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
That 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 see
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
Written by Roger Waters • Copyright © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc