Interpret:

Roger Waters

Album:

Flickering Flame: The Solo Years Volume 1

When my neurons conspire to direct my thoughts
 Away from divorce and competitive sports
 Back to the place where all rivers run to the sea
 Then I shall be free
 Yes I shall be free


On a see-saw in a strange land
 The jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's hand
 And the fiddlers played
 And the planners plan what would be
 On a back seat in a court room
 Sat Molly Malone and Leopold Bloom
 Until the police came down with a new broom
 And swept them clean


Like Geronimo
 Like Quinn the Eskimo
 Like the Blackfoot
 And like the Arapaho
 Like Crazy Horse
 I'll be the last one to lay down my gun


On the open road in a bar room
 A pick up band plays a new tune
 When the coloured girls sing
 I feel my heart boom
 When a new song hits the right note
 When a clearing sky saves an old boat
 When an insight strikes the mote
 From mine own eye


Like Geronimo
 Like Quinn the Eskimo
 Like the Blackfoot
 And like the Arapaho
 Like Crazy Horse
 I'll be the last one to lay down my gun


Just out of sight
 Beyond the next range
 I'll feel the heat of a flickering flame


On an African Plain by a thorn tree
 My old friend Philippe is waiting for me
 Que cera, cera
 What ever will be will be
 When a friend dies and the tears rise
 From that deep well that never runs dry
 And the women break their bracelets
 And the men take their whisky outside


In a pied-a-terre on the rue St Denis
 The red velvet curtain pulls back to reveal
 The place where the dark side meets the angel in me
 The angel in me


When my synapses pause in my quest for applause
 When my ego lets go of my end of the bone
 To focus instead on the love that is precious to me
 Then I shall be free
 I shall be free