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    4 months ago

    When I first watched The Wall as a teenager it blew my mind, of course, but I found the notion of this rock star turning into a full blown Nazi kind of silly. That part just felt out of place to me.

    Today I find it horrifyingly accurate, and all too prescient.

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      4 months ago

      Don’t the lyrics in “In the Flesh” indicate that the nazis are actually a different band that had to be called in as substitutes because the lead singer of the band that was supposed to play is currently going through a mental breakdown in his hotel room (i.e. stuck behind the wall)? The main figure of the album might’ve just imagined the whole thing, though.

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        4 months ago

        The “surrogate band” line is just Pink playing off his surreal transformation. It’s the same actor playing very much the same character. Absolutely none of the story actually makes sense otherwise. Whether the performance happens in reality or in his head is an exercise for the reader though.

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    4 months ago

    Go on judge, shit on him

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      4 months ago

      Some hand in hand
      And some gathered together in bands
      The bleeding hearts and the 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

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    4 months ago

    On the day the Wall came down
    They threw the locks onto the ground
    And with glasses high, we raised a cry
    For freedom had arrived

    Now life devalues day by day
    As friends and neighbors turn away
    And there’s a change that even with regret cannot be undone
    Now frontiers shift like desert sands
    While nations wash their bloodied hands
    Of loyalty, of history in shades of grey

    – Still Old Pink

    They’ve continued to acknowledge the worms are still there.