The Countertop Chronicles

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Friday, October 08, 2004

We Can Dream,
Can't We?

There seems to be a greater than usual amount of chatter going around about a long coming cease fire and possible reunion by the members of the greatest band ever.



Is it true? Will it happen? We've been disappointed before . . but somehow I think the stars may finally be aligning ($100 million sure is a lot). If true, this may cause me to begin self medicating all over again.



Wots . . . . uh the Deal
Music and Lyrics by Roger Waters and David Gilmore
From the album Obscured By Clouds



Heaven sent the promised land
Looks alright from where I stand
Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in

Waiting on the first step
Show where the key is kept
Point me down the right line because it's time

To let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Flash the readies
Wot's...uh the deal?
Got to make to the next meal
Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel.

Mile after mile
Stone after stone
Turn to speak but you're alone
Million mile from home you're on your own

So let me in from the cold
Turn my lead into gold
Cause there's chill wind blowing in my soul
And I think I'm growing old

Fire bright by candlelight
And her by my side
And if she prefers we will never stir again

Someone said the promised land
And I grabbed it with both hands
Now I'm the man on the inside looking out

Hear me shout "Come on in,
What's the news and where you been?"
Cause there's no wind left in my soul
And I've grown old




UPDATE: To add links to additional rumours as well as a link to an image of the Q magazine story thats the original source of the rumour.

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