On The Run

Roger Waters

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    Today, I awoke from a dream
    It was a revelation
    Almost Patmosian, whatever that means
    But that's evidently another story
    It began with some standard bullshit fight with evil
    In this case, an apparently all-powerful hooded and cloaked figure

    We fled
    Yes, we
    I was not alone
    But there’s no escape
    You're on the tee, but there's nowhere to tee the ball up
    You’re trying to pack, but the chaos is too great
    You can't remember where you parked the car
    The birds come over, but the gun falls apart
    The train is late, or it doesn't stop
    Your hands are too big, the world is too small
    You don't mean to plunge the knife under the waiter's ribs
    But somehow you do
    You push on the footbrake as hard as you can
    But the car keeps rolling slowly forwards onto the track
    Or backwards over the cliff

    Well, it wasn't one of those
    It was the final showdown
    The final confrontation between good and evil
    He caught up the wraith
    He was strong, too strong to defeat in hand-to-hand
    We tried everything
    It all boiled down and expanded out and up
    Into a sort of Pilot Wings videogame over a circus site
    Guy Laliberté, gone mad
    Canvas and people and towering smoke arches
    And juggling capsules and catching knives
    And teamwork and comrades
    And it was complicated and exhausting
    But we won the day

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    We stood, exhausted but triumphant
    Smiling at one another
    Clasping forearms and hugging
    Like bad Shakespearean actors
    But then we looked up and around
    They were gathering anew above us
    Darkening the sky
    Hordes and hordes
    Too many to count
    Poised to attack

    Overwhelming odds
    Against we happy few
    We band of brothers
    We were prepared to die
    Almost relieved to have given our all
    When just out of sight, to my right
    Just beyond the periphery of my vision
    Like a raging bonfire in a high wind, someone spoke
    A voice, like Atticus Finch
    Begone!
    The fire forward oblique voice ordained

    It brooked no rebuttal
    The hordes dissolved
    And all around the circus tents
    Open saloon cars full of bad guys
    Milled around to make their escape
    Skidding in the mud
    But there was nowhere to run
    It was over

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    Composición: Roger Waters y David Gilmour

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