Disk Two

Is There Anybody Out There? is an album released by Pink Floyd in 2000. It is a live rendition of The Wall, recorded by James Guthrie, with different songs taken from various performances from the years 1980 and 1981. Many of the performances were in Earls Court in London.

The shows actually involved the construction of a wall on stage, throughout the first half of the show. Once it was finished, members of the band performed in small openings in the wall, atop the wall, in front of the wall, or even behind the wall.

The album artwork featured the life-masks of the four members of Pink Floyd at the time, which were worn by the “surrogate band” during the songs “In the Flesh?” and “In the Flesh”.

The following is from Disk Two

Hey You

Hey you! Out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me
Hey you! Standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me
Hey you! Don’t help them to bury the light
Don’t give in without a fight

Hey you! Out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone, would you touch me
Hey you! With you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me
Hey you! Would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I’m coming home

But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high, as you can see
No matter how he tried, he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain

Hey you! Standing in the road
Always doing what you’re told, can you help me
Hey you! Out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me
Hey you! Don’t tell me there’s no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall

Is There Anybody Out There?

Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?
Is there anybody out there?����

Nobody Home

I’ve got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
I’ve got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
I’ve got electric light
And I’ve 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’ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt
I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers
I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain
I’ve got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
I’ve got wild staring eyes
And I’ve got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Ooh babe when I pick up the phone
There’s still nobody home

I’ve got a pair of Gohills boots
And I’ve got fading roots

Vera

Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn
Remember how she said that
We would meet again
Some sunny day
Vera! Vera!
What has become of you
Does anybody else here
Feel the way I do?

Bring the Boys Back Home

Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don’t leave the children on their own, no no!
Bring the boys back home

(Is there anybody out there?)

Comfortably Numb

Hello
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone home
Come on now
I hear you’re feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
And get you on your feet again
Relax
I’ll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Now can you show me where it hurts

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I’ve got that feeling once again
I can’t explain, you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb

I have become comfortably numb

O.K.
Just a little pin prick
There’ll be no more aah!
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up?
I do believe it’s working, good
Now it’ll keep you going through the show
Come on it’s time to go

There is no pain, you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
And I have become comfortably numb�

The Show Must Go On

Ah, ooh
Ah, ooh Ma ooh Pa
Must the show go on
Ooh Pa take me home, take me home, take me home
Ooh Ma let me go, let me go, let me go

Do I have to stand up
Wild eyed in the spotlight
What a nightmare
Why don’t I turn and run

Ooh Pa take me home, take me home, take me home
Ooh Ma let me go, let me go, let me go

It was just a mistake
I didn’t mean to let them
Take away my soul
Am I too old, is it too late

Ooh Ma ooh Pa
Where has the feeling gone?
Ooh Ma ooh Pa
Will I remember the songs?
The show must go on��

MC: Atmos

[Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to Earl's Court. Good evening. Good evening and welcome to Earl's Court. My name is Gary Yudman and we are going to have a fine show this evening. well, we'd like to thank you for your patience in waiting. The stage is set and the band is about ready to begin I think. No. Not quite yet. Well this will afford me the opportunity to remind you...]�

In the Flesh

So ya
Thought ya
Might like to
Go to the show
To feel that warm thrill of confusion
That space cadet glow
I’ve got some bad news for you sunshine
Pink isn’t well he stayed back at the hotel
And they sent us along as a surrogate band
We’re gonna find out where you fans really stand

Are there any queers in the theater tonight
Get them up against the wall
Now there’s one in the spotlight
He don’t look right to me
Get him up against the wall
That one looks Jewish
And that one’s a coon
Who let all of this riff-raff into the room
There’s one smoking a joint
And another with spots
If I had my way
I’d have all of you shot

[Thank you sir!]

Run Like Hell

[Are there any paranoids in the audience tonight? Is there anyone who worries about things? Pathetic! This is for all the weak people in the audience. Is there anyone here who's weak? This is for you, it's called "Run Like Hell". Let's all have a clap! Come on, we can't hear you, get your hands together, have a good time! Enjoy yourselves! That's better!]

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
You better make your face up in
Your favorite disguise
With your button down lips and your
Roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
When the conchshell shatters
And the hammers batter
Down the door
You’d better run

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
You better sleep all day
And run all night
And keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside
And if you’re taking your girlfriend
Out tonight
You’d better park the car
Well out of sight
Cos if they catch you in the back seat
Trying to pick her locks
They’re gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You better run

[Thank you!]��

Waiting for the Worms

[Are you with us?]

(Ein, zwei, drei, alle!)

Ooh you cannot reach me now
Ooh no matter how you try
Goodbye cruel world, it’s over
Walk on by

Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come

We’re going to convene outside
Brixton Town Hall where we’re going to be
Waiting to cut out the deadwood
Waiting to clean up the city
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to put on a black shirt
Waiting to weed out the weaklings
Waiting to smash in their windows
And kick in their doors
Waiting for the final solution
To strengthen the strain
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to turn on the showers
And fire the ovens
Waiting for the queers and the coons
And the reds and the jews
Waiting to follow the worms

Would you like to see Britannia
Rule again, my friend
All you have to do is follow the worms
Would you like to send our coloured cousins
Home again, my friend
All you need to do is follow the worms

Stop

Stop
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform
And leave the show
But I’m waiting in this cell
Because I have to know
Have I been guilty all this time�

The Trial

Good morning Worm your honor
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature
This will not do
Call the schoolmaster

I always said he’d come to no good
In the end your honor
If they’d let me have my way I could
Have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him today?

Crazy toys in the attic I am crazy
Truly gone fishing
They must have taken my marbles away
Crazy toys in the attic he is crazy

You little shit you’re in it now
I hope they throw away the key
You should have talked to me more often
Than you did but no! You had to go
Your own way, have you broken any
Homes up lately?
Just five minutes Worm your honor
Him and me alone

Babe
Come to mother baby let me hold you
In my arms
M’lud I never wanted him to
Get in any trouble
Why’d he ever have to leave me?
Worm your honor, let me take him home

Crazy over the rainbow I am crazy
Bars in the window
There must have been a door there in the wall
When I came in
Crazy over the rainbow he is crazy

The evidence before the court is
Incontrivertable, there’s no need for
The jury to retire
In all my years of judging
I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving
Of the full penalty of law.
The way you made them suffer
Your exquisite wife and mother
Fills me with the urge to defecate
But my friend you have revealed your
Deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before
Your peers
Tear down the wall����

Outside the Wall

All alone, or in twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gathering together in bands
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand
And when they’ve given you their all
Some stagger and fall after all it’s not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger’s wall

[Thank you. Thank you very much! Goodnight.]

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