Pink Floyd - Delicate Sound of Thunder

La tournée AMLOR tour débute pratiquement en même temps que la sortie de l'album studio juste après la fin de la tournée mondiale de Waters (qui fût un semi échec) et fera l'objet d'un double live ainsi que d'une vidéo.

Le Floyd entreprend alors une tournée gigantesque à travers le monde, histoire de prouver que le come-back est bien réel et qu'il faudra compter avec eux dans le livre des records d'affluence. Ironie, D.Gilmour réalise le rêve et le cauchemar de R.Waters, à savoir devenir le plus grand groupe de rock du monde sur scène!

Et D.Gilmour sait se donner les moyens, il intègre cette fois complètement R.Wright comme membre officiel du Floyd et reprend la route. Les concerts sont fabuleux par la débauche de sons et d'effets spéciaux.

Tous les anciens effets que le groupe inventa jadis sont repris servis à outrance à un public avide de sensations fortes et de décibels. Sur scène Floyd est entouré de pas moins de 5 musiciens et 3 choristes (potiches?) pour reproduire le son "heavy" de AMLOR.

A la basse Waters est remplacé par un jeune bassiste parfaitement inconnu du nom de Guy Pratt au jeu de basse tout à fait insipide mais techniquement parfait. Tout l'inverse d'un Waters techniquement très moyen mais avec une sensibilité et un jeu unique. Les choristes se déhanchent lascivement avec des "wooou wooou" béats qui feront hurler de rire - jaune - les fans du groupe. Nick Mason (qui à l'air de s'ennuyer un peu) se fait assister par un percussionniste hystérique, Gary Wallis, que les fans surnommeront "le Singe" à cause de ses bonds incessants sur scène tout en tapant sur tout ce qui se présente sous ses baguettes. Rick Wright est lui aussi assisté d'un second clavier, Jon Carin, très sobre et proche du jeu de Rick. D.Gilmour est parfaitement épaulé par Tim Renwick (qui joua avec Clapton) qui colle parfaitement au jeu de Gilmour même si on est loin des joutes subliment que se livraient Gilmour et Snowy White lors de la tournée "In The Flesh" en 77. Les parties de saxophone et guitares additionnelles sont assurées par Scott Page dont le jeu n'est pas vraiment adapté au répertoire du Floyd.

Musicalement Floyd a vraiment beaucoup perdu au regard des tournées des années 70 et semble se contenter de dérouler un programme musical ronronnant où l'improvisation est largement absente et dont l'obectif principal reste d'en mettre plein la vue...

Le répertoire joué est a peu près le même que durant la tournée.

Le premier disque débute avec l'inévitable SOYCD conservant toute sa magie originelle. Il est suivi par des extraits de AMLOR fidèles aux climats originaux lourds et survolés par la guitare époustouflante d'un D.Gilmour qui a su se développer un style type mais sans risques.

Le second disque présente le répertoire classique du Floyd largement exploité pendant la tournée peut être pour combler la production trop limitée de AMLOR... Le résultat est assez mitigé et sonne finalement comme une sorte de "best-of". Le pire est atteint avec Money où les choristes ponctuent le refrain avec des "wouuuu wouuuu" des plus ridicules. Les extraits de The Wall sont à peu près épargnés (à part le solo de Tim Renwick à la fin de ABITW2 complètement déplacé) ainsi que Whish You Where Here. One of These days ne décolle qu'a grand renforts d'effets faciles et a perdu toute sa magie originelle.

Le seul point vraiment positif est le spectacle visuel pour ceux qui ont la chance de voir le Floyd à Nantes ou Versailles. Débauche de lasers, de robots-projecteurs, rampes lumineuses, projecteurs tournants, etc...Mr Screen est toujours là et la qualité des films projetés excellente.

Le groupe n'est plus crédible et devient ce que Waters exécrait le plus : une machine commerciale vide jouant dans des stades géants une musique insipide s'autoparodiant.

..."Wish you were here"

Delicate Sound of Thunder - Shine On You Crazy Diamond
Durée : 11:54

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there's a look in your eyes, like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire of childhood and stardom,blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter,
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon, you cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night and exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome with random precision,
rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

Nobody knows where you are, how near or how far.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Pile on many more layers and I'll be joining you there.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
And we'll bask in the shadow of yesterday's triumph, sail on the steel breeze.
Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,
Come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!

Part 1 : Wright, Waters, Gilmour
Part 2 : Gilmour, Waters, Wright
Part 3 : Waters, Gilmour, Wright
Part 4 : Gilmour, Wright, Waters
Part 5 : Waters
Part 6 : Wright, Waters, Gilmour
Part 7 : Waters, Gilmour, Wright
Part 8 : Gilmour, Wright, Waters
Part 9 : Wright
© Pink Floyd Music Publ. Ltd. / Chappell Music Ltd.

Delicate Sound of Thunder - Learning To Fly
Durée : 5:27

Into the distance, a ribbon of black
Stretched to the point of no turning back
A flight of fancy on a windswept field
Standing alone my senses reeled
A fatal attraction holding me fast, how
Can I escape this irresistible grasp?

Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, I

Ice is forming on the tips of my wings
Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything
No navigator to guide my way home
Unladened, empty and turned to stone

A soul in tension that's learning to fly
Condition grounded but determined to try
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

Above the planet on a wing and a prayer,
My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,
Across the clouds I see my shadow fly
Out of the corner of my watering eye
A dream unthreatened by the morning light
Could blow this soul right through the roof of the night

There's no sensation to compare with this
Suspended animation, A state of bliss
Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies
Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I

David Gilmour - Anthony Moore - Bob Erzin - Jon Carin
© 1987 Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd.

Delicate Sound of Thunder - Yet Another Movie
Durée : 6:21

One sound, one single sound
One kiss, one single kiss
A face outside the window pane
However did it come to this?

A man who ran, a child who cried
A girl who heard, a voice that lied
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed

The use of force, he was so tough
She'll soon submit, she's had enough
The march of fate, the broken will
Someone is lying very still

He has laughed and he has cried
He has fought and he has died
He's just the same as all the rest
He's not the worst, he's not the best

And still this ceaseless murmuring
The babbling that I brook
The seas of faces, eyes upraised
The empty screen, the vacant look

A man in black on a snow white horse,
A pointless life has run its course,
The red rimmed eyes, the tears still run
As he fades into the setting sun

David Gilmour - Pat Leonard
© 1987 Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd.

Delicate Sound of Thunder - Round And Around
Durée : 0:33

(Instrumental)

David Gilmour
© 1987 Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd.

Delicate Sound of Thunder - Sorrow
Durée : 9:28

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky :
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers,
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

He's haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream, he can't be precise
He's chained forever to a world that's departed
It's not enough, it's not enough

His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered

One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be

There's an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there's dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken

David Gilmour
© 1987 Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd.

Delicate Sound of Thunder - The Dogs Of War
Durée : 7:19

Dogs of war and men of hate
With no cause, we don't discriminate
Discovery is to be disowned
Our currency is flesh and bone
Hell opened up and put on sale
Gather round and haggle
For hard cash, we will lie and deceive
Even our masters don't know the webs we weave

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world

Invisible transfers, long distance calls,
Hollow laughter in marble halls
Steps have been taken, a silent uproar
Has unleashed the dogs of war
You can't stop what has begun
Signed, sealed, they deliver oblivion
We all have a dark side, to say the least
And dealing in death is the nature of the beast

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world

The dogs of war don't negotiate
The dogs of war won't capitulate,
They will take and you will give,
And you must die so that they may live
You can knock at any door,
But wherever you go, you know they've been there before
Well winners can lose and things can get strained
But whatever you change, you know the dogs remain.

One world, it's a battleground
One world, and we will smash it down
One world ... One world

David Gilmour - Anthony Moore
© 1987 Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd.

Delicate Sound of Thunder - On The Turning Away
Durée : 7:57

On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
"Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining in
The turning away"

It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting it's shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud

On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite
In a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
And mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night

No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away?

David Gilmour - Anthony Moore
© 1987 Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd.

Delicate Sound of Thunder - One Of These Days
Durée : 6:16

One of these days, I'm going to cut you into little pieces...

Waters - Wright - Mason - Gilmour
© Pink Floyd Music Publ. Ltd. / Chappell Music Ltd.

Delicate Sound of Thunder - Time
Durée : 6:16

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way
Kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then the one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun

And you run and you run to catch up with the sun, but it's sinking
And racing around to come up behind you again
The sun is the same in a relative way, but you're older
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death

Every year is getting shorter, never seem to find the time
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
Hanging on in quiet desparation in the English way
The time is gone the song is over, thought I'd something more to say

Mason, Waters, Wright, Gilmour
© 1973 Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd.

Delicate Sound of Thunder - Wish You Were Here
Durée : 4:49

So, so you think you can tell Heaven from Hell,
blue skies from pain.
Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
A smile from a veil?
Do you think you can tell?

Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
Hot ashes for trees?
Hot air for a cool breeze?
Cold comfort for change?
Did you exchange a walk on part in the war for a lead role in a cage?

How I wish, how I wish you were here.
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
Wish you were here...

Waters, Gilmour
© Pink Floyd Music Publ. Ltd. / Chappell Music Ltd.

Delicate Sound of Thunder - Us And Them
Durée : 7:22

Us and Them
And after all we're only ordinary men
Me, and you
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do

Forward he cried from the rear and the front rank died
And the General sat, and the lines on the map moved from side to side

Black and Blue
And who knows which is which and who is who
Up and Down
And in the end it's only round and round
And round

Haven't you heard it's a battle of words
the poster bearer cried
Listen son, said the man with the gun
There's room for you inside

Down and Out
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about
With, without
And who'll deny that's what the fighting's all about

Out of the way, it's a busy day
I've got things on my mind
For want of the price of tea and a slice
The old man died.

Waters, Wright
© 1973 Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd.

Delicate Sound of Thunder - Money
Durée : 9:52

Money, get away
Get a good job with more pay and your O.K.
Money it's a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Think I'll buy me a football team

Money get back
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off my stack.
Money it's a hit
Don't give me that do goody good bullshit
I'm in the hi-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet

Money it's a crime
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie
Money so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a rise it's no surprise that they're giving none away.

Roger Waters
© 1973 Pink Floyd Music Publishers Ltd.

Delicate Sound of Thunder - Another Brick In The Wall - Part 2
Durée : 5:29

We don't need no education.
We don't need no thought control.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
Teacher, leave the kids alone.
Hey, Teacher, leave the kids alone!

All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

Roger Waters
© 1979 Pink Floyd Publishers Ltd.

Delicate Sound of Thunder - Comfortably Numb
Durée : 8:56

Hello.
Is there anybody in there?
Just nod if you can hear me.
Is there anyone at home?

Come on, now.
I hear you're feeling down.
I can ease your pain,
And get you on your feet again.

Relax.
I need some information first.
Just the basic facts,
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 got that feeling once again.
I can't explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

Ok.
Just a little pinprick.
There'll be no more Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
But you may feel a little sick.

Can you stand up?
I do believe it's working, good.
That'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.
I have become comfortably numb.

Roger Waters - David Gilmour
© 1979 Pink Floyd Publishers Ltd.

Delicate Sound of Thunder - Run Like Hell
Durée : 7:12

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,
As the cockleshell shatters,
And the hammers batter,
Down your door,
You better run.

You better run all day,
And run all night.
And keep your dirty feelings deep inside.
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight,
You 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!

Roger Waters - David Gilmour
© 1979 Pink Floyd Publishers Ltd.