Yet Another Movie (Live at Nassau Coliseum, 19th-23rd August 1988) Pink Floyd
"Yet Another Movie" by Pink Floyd, released in 1988, is a #Rock track that explores themes of disillusionment and the search for meaning in a media-saturated world. The lyrics reflect on the impact of cinema and escapism. Musically, it features atmospheric synths and poignant guitar solos, contributing to its haunting quality. The song resonates with listeners facing existential questions, solidifying Pink Floyd's cultural significance in addressing modern anxieties.
[Instrumental until 2:00]
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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, and he’s not the best
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 1]
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
[Verse 2]
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, and he’s not the best
[Verse 3]
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
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