George Roger Waters nasceu em 6 de setembro de 1943 em Great Bookham, Surrey, cidade ao sul de Londres. Um fato muito importante para o que Roger Waters produziria em sua carreira foi a morte de seu pai, Eric Fletcher Waters, na guerra, durante a invasão britânica de Anzio, na Itália, pois o tema de guerra e perda de seu pai pode ser presenciado muitas vezes em suas composições.
Waters começou tocando Rhythm & Blues em 1965 com um grupo chamado The Abdabs.
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
CEE7 Are these the people that we should bomb FG Are we so sure they mean us harm CEE7 Is this our pleasure, punishment or crime FG Is this a mountain that we really want to climb CEE7 The road is hard, hard and long F Put down that two by four GC This man would never turn you from his door EE7 Oh George! Oh George! FGC That Texas education must have fucked you up when you were very small
CEE7 When I was 17 my mother, bless her heart, FGC Fulfilled my summer dream she handed me the keys to the car EE7 We motored down to Paris, fuelled with Dexedrine and booze FG Got bust in Antibes by the cops and fleeced in Naples by the wops CEE7 But everyone was kind to us, we were the English dudes F Our dads had helped them win the war GC When we all knew what we were fighting for EE7 But now an Englishman abroad is just a US stooge FG The bulldog is a poodle snapping round the scoundrel's last refuge
C Is gentleness too much for us EE7F Should gentleness be filed along with empathy G We feel for someone else's child CEE7 Every time a smart bomb does its sums and gets it wrong FG Someone else's child dies and equities in defence rise CEE7 America, America, please hear us when we call F You got hip-hop, be-bop, hustle and bustle G You got Atticus Finch, you got Jane Russell C You got freedom of speech, you got great beaches, EE7 Wildernesses and malls F Don't let the might, the Christian right, GC Fuck it all up for you and the rest of the world
CEE7 Not in my name, Tony, you great war leader you FG Terror is still terror, whosoever gets to frame the rules CEE7 History's not written by the vanquished or the damned FG Now we are Genghis Khan, Lucretia Borghia, Son of Sam CEE7 In 1961 they took this child into their home FG I wonder what became of them in the cauldron that was Lebanon CEE7 If I could find them now, could I make amends? FGC How does the story end?
This is one of my favourite songs by Roger Waters and is incredible live. Any feedback, or corrections are welcomed – [email protected]