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Roger Waters: Amused to Death

 A l b u m   D e t a i l s


Label: Columbia Records
Released: 1992
Time:
 72:45
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Roger Waters, Nick Griffiths
Rating: ********.. (8/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.roger-waters.com
Appears with: Pink Floyd
Purchase date: 2000.11.08
Price in €: 9,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Ballad of Bill Hubbard (Waters)
[2] What God Wants, Pt. 1 (Waters)
[3] Perfect Sense, Pt. 1 (Waters)
[4] Perfect Sense, Pt. 2 (Waters)
[5] Bravery of Being out of Range (Waters)
[6] Late Home Tonight, Pt. 1 (Waters)
[7] Late Home Tonight, Pt. 2 (Waters)
[8] Too Much Rope (Waters)
[9] What God Wants, Pt. 2 (Waters)
[10] What God Wants, Pt. 3 (Waters)
[11] Watching TV (Waters)
[12] Three Wishes (Waters)
[13] It's a Miracle (Waters)
[14] Amused to Death (Waters)

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Roger Waters - Synthesizer, Bass, Guitar, Vocals, 12 String Guitar

Jeff Beck - Guitar
John Patitucci - Bass, Electric & Upright Bass, Electric Guitar
Andy Fairweather-Low - Acoustic, 12 String, Electric & Rhythm Guitar, Vocals
Geoff Whitehorn - Guitar
Graham Broad - Percussion, Drums
John Brundrick - Hammond Organ
John "Rabbit" Bundrick - Organ
B.J. Cole - Steel Guitar
Luis Conte - Percussion
Rick DiFonzo - Guitar
Denny Fongheiser - Drums
Bruce Gaitsch - Acoustic Guitar
James Johnson - Bass
Patrick Leonard - Synthesizer, Piano, Arranger, Keyboards, Hammond Organ, Programming, Voices, Producer, Vocal Arrangement
Steve Lukather - Guitar
Brian MacLeod - Percussion, Drums
John Pierce - Bass
Tim Pierce - Bass, Guitar, Choir, Chorus
Randy "The Emperor" Jackson - Bass

Rita Coolidge - Vocals
Don Henley - Vocals
P.P. Arnold - Vocals
Doreen Chanter - Vocals
N'Dea Davenport - Vocals
Linsey Fiddmont - Vocals
Lynn Fiddmont - Vocals
James Haas - Vocals
Jim Haas - Vocals
Natalie Jackson - Vocals
Katie Kisoon - Vocals
Katie Kissoon - Vocals
Stan Laurel - Vocals
Jon Joyce - Vocals
Alf Razzell - Vocals
Charles Fleischer - Voices
Marv Albert - Voices
Jessica Leonard - Voices, Screams
Jordan Leonard - Voices, Screams

Michael Kamen - Arranger, Conductor
Kenneth Bowen - Conductor
John Dupree - Arranger, Conductor, String Arrangements
Peking Brothers - Dulcimer, Bass, Lute, Oboe, Zhen
Steve Sidwell - Cornet
Guo Yi - Dulcimer, Bass, Lute, Oboe, Zhen
London Welsh Chorale
National Philharmonic Orchestra

Jerry Jordan - Engineer
Haydn Bendall - Engineer
Andy Bradfield - Assistant Engineer
Brian Burrows - Assistant Engineer
Nick Griffiths - Engineer
James Guthrie - Mixing
Tony Kaye - Photography
McLaugh - Engineer
Doug Sax - Mastering
Michael Bosley - Assistant Engineer
Sean O'Dwyer - Mixing Assistant
Jeremy Wheatley - Assistant Engineer
Ross Donaldson - Assistant Engineer
Christopher Austopchuk - Creative Director
Mark Burdett - Art Direction
Paul M. Martin - Art Direction
Dary Sulich - Assistant Engineer
Steve Heinke - Assistant Engineer
Richard Haughton - Photography
Ron Lewter - Mastering
John Lowson - Assistant Engineer
Stephen McLaughlan - Engineer
Mark Moreau - Assistant Engineer
Roy Sweeting - Assistant Engineer
Chris Brown - Assistant Engineer

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


Yet another installment in Waters' lectures about the horrors of war and man's inhumanity to man, Amused to Death is helped considerably by the presence of Jeff Beck, who contributes some brilliant, free-form guitar to the meandering songs. Waters himself is in fine form, spitting out bitter, sarcastic lyrics over his slow, grandiose instrumental backdrops. While he could have fleshed out the melodies a little bit more, his execution is what matters, and his performance on Amused to Death is the liveliest of any of his solo records.

Stephen Thomas Erlewine, All-Music Guide



Amused to Death is perfectly titled; it conveys its maker's mordant humor and underlying pessimism. Roger Waters's third solo album allowed a faint but perceptible return to the sound of his estranged former band, Pink Floyd. There are moments here ("What God Wants," "Three Wishes") that recall nothing so much as the densely textured sound of Animals and The Wall. And like those works, this is a concept album--the concept (as ever with Waters) being the crappy nature of modern life. Fair enough, but as usual, his satire is blunt and the targets of his scorn obvious. Former Eagle Don Henley duets on "Watching TV," while Jeff Beck contributes taut, lyrical solos to a number of tracks, notably "It's a Miracle." Waters's voice, however, remains the same: a weary whisper, positively dripping with contempt.

Andrew McGuire, Amazon.com



Roger Waters' 14-track rumination on some of our choicest social ills scores some serious points...Not all the tracks strike their targets cleanly, but those that do give this record unusual depth.

Entertainment Weekly (9/11/92)



After reading through a lot of reviews of this album, and clicking "no" on "did you find this reveiw helpful?" about 10 times in a row, I decided I had to get my opinion of this album out. Now, this is not a Pink Floyd-esque album or an album with Gilmour-esque guitar (if you want that get a classic PF album, Division Bell, or About Face). Rather, this is a lyrical masterpiece from Roger Waters, with more good music in it than he is normally given credit for. Andy Fairweather Low and Jeff Beck (!) both turn in good performances on guitar, and Graham Broad is very capable on drums. No, the guitar solos don't match (as one reviewer said) the one's on Pink Floyd's best album Wish You Were Here, but they are good and fit the songs nevertheless. I've said it already, but it's worth saying again THIS ALBUM IS A LYRICAL MASTEPIECE. I have a section on my webpage where I put up great lyrical quotes, and I keep coming back to this album again and again, I have used it more than any other album. Too Much Rope's chorus sums up humanity in one neat verse, and indeed I like it so much that I use it on my e-mail signature, and frequently quote it when signing my name anywhere. It's A Miracle, the title track, and What God Wants, also have incredibly witty lyrics that are genius in their slyness. The chorus to Perfect Sense (not to mention the priceless war TV broadcast featuring Marv Albert) is great also, and for that matter every song is. Buy this album, play it in a good stereo (to hear the Q-sound) and snuggle up with the lyrics sheet.



In my opinion this is Waters' best solo album. It has strong similarities to Radio KAOS and The Final Cut in the sense that Roger likes to consider modern issues very seriously, perhaps too seriously, and seems obsessed with the harm mankind does to his own chances. The great thing about Waters, in my opinion, is his ability to produce an album which tells a story, compared to eg the Division Bell, which make no mistake I consider to be a very fine album, but does feel rather too much like Comfortably Numb repeated over and over again. Let's get this straight, the Floyd are fantastic even after Waters and so is Waters himself - one of the most imaginative and creative song writers we have ever seen. Anyone who could almost single-handedly write "The Wall", one of the all-time classics, must be a hero. The way that Roger brings in people like Jeff Beck, Andy Fairweather Low and other fine artists to such superb effect is a true testimony to his vision, song writing ability and creativity. It's probably true to say that only now that Pink Floyd are no longer with us can we realise why they were so great. Undoubtedly Waters was the creative force, but it would be wrong to underestimate the down to earth qualities of Gilmour and the others. Let's hope that Waters and Floyd continue for many more years. Even more, why not follow the Eagles and do a "Hell Freezes Over" tour.
 

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The Ballad Of Bill Hubbard

(Instrumental)

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(switch channels)
[Alf Razzell:]
"Two things that have haunted me most are the days when I
had to collect the paybooks; and when I left Bill Hubbard in
no-man's-land.
"I was picked up and taken into their trench. And I'd no
sooner taken two or three steps down the trench when I heard a
call, 'Hello Razz, I'm glad to see you. This is my second night
here,' and he said 'I'm feeling bad,' and it was Bill Hubbard,
one of the men we'd trained in England, one of the original
battalion. I had a look at his wound, rolled him over; I could
see it was probably a fatal wound. You could imagine what pain
he was in, he was dripping with sweat; and after I'd gone about
three shellholes, traversed that, had it been...had there been a
path or a road I could have done better. He pummelled me, 'Put
me down, put me down, I'd rather die, I'd rather die, put me
down.' I was hoping he would faint. He said 'I can't go any
further, let me die.' I said 'If I leave you here Bill you won't
be found, let's have another go.' He said 'All right then.' And
the same thing happened; he couldn't stand it any more, and I had
to leave him there, in no-man's-land."

(switch channels)
(girl)"I don't mind about the war, that's one of the things I
like to watch, if it's a war going on, 'cause then I know if
our side's winning, if our side's losing..."
(switch channels)


What God Wants (part I)

What God wants God gets God help us all
What God wants God gets
The kid in the corner looked at the priest
And fingered his pale blue Japanese guitar
The priest said
God wants goodness
God wants light
God wants mayhem
God wants a clean fight
What God wants God gets
Don't look so surprised
It's only dogma
The alien prophet cried
The beetle and the springbok
Took the Bible from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the lesson in his book
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants peace
God wants war
God wants famine
God wants chain stores
What God wants God gets
God wants sedition
God wants sex
God wants freedom
God wants semtex
What God wants God gets
Don't look so surprised
I'm only joking
The alien comic cried
The jackass and hyena
Took the feather from its hook
The monkey in the corner
Wrote the joke down in his book
What God wants God gets
God wants boarders
God wants crack
God wants rainfall
God wants wetbacks
What God wants God gets
God wants voodoo
God wants shrines
God wants law
God wants organised crime
God wants crusade
God wants jihad
God wants good
God wants bad
What God wants God gets


Perfect Sense (part I)

The monkey sat on a pile of stones
And stared at the broken bone in his hand
And the stains of a Viennese quartet
Rang out across the land
The monkey looked up at the stars
And thought to himself
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
And he cleaned his hands
In a pool of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden
And set out for the nearest town
Hold on hold on soldier
When you add it all up
The tears and the marrowbone
There's an ounce of gold
And an ounce of pride in each ledger
And the Germans killed the Jews
And the Jews killed the Arabs
And the Arabs killed the hostages
And that is the news
And is it any wonder
That the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama
The President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading
These technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff
And the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh
You're a smart kid
Time is linear
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
Man is a tool in the hands
Of the great God Almighty
And they gave him command
Of a nuclear submarine
And sent him back in search of
The Garden of Eden


Perfect Sense (part II)

Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Little black soul departs in perfect focus
Prime time fodder for the News at Nine
Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight
Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert
And welcome to our telecast
Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium
It's a beautiful day
And today we expect a sensational matchup
But first our global anthem
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
And here come the players
As I speak to you now the captain
Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig
It looks to me like he's going to attack
By the way did you know that a submarine
Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year
Oh that's less tax Marv yeah less tax
Uh thank you Emery you're welcome
Now back to the game he fires one yes
There goes two both fish are running
The rig is going into a prevent defense
Will they make it I don't think so
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense
Expressed in dollars and cents
Pounds shillings and pence
Can't you see
It all makes perfect sense


The Bravery Of Being Out Of Range

You have a natural tendency
To squeeze off a shot
You're good fun at parties
You wear the right masks
You're old but you still
Like a laugh in the locker room
You can't abide change
You're at home on the range
You opened your suitcase
Behind the old workings
To show off the magnum
You deafened the canyon
A comfort a friend
Only upstaged in the end
By the Uzi machine gun
Does the recoil remind you
Remind you of sex
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see
Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris
I swam in your pools
And lay under your palm trees
I looked in the eyes of the Indian
Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill
I saw the front line boys popping their pills
Sick of the mess they find
On their desert stage
And the bravery of being out of range
Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next
Old timer who you gonna kill next
Hey bartender over here
Two more shots
And two more beers
Sir turn up the TV sound
The war has started on the ground
Just love those laser guided bombs
They're really great
For righting wrongs
You hit the target
And win the game
From bars 3,000 miles away
3,000 miles away
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range
We zap and maim
With the bravery of being out of range
We strafe the train
With the bravery of being out of range
We gain terrain
With the bravery of being out of range
With the bravery of being out of range
We play the game
With the bravery of being out of range


Late Home Tonight (part I)

Standing at the window
A farmer's wife in Oxfordshire
Glances at the clock it's nearly time for tea
She doesn't see
The phantom in the hedgerow dip its wings
Doesn't hear the engine sing
But in the cockpit's techno glow
Behind the Ray Ban(R) shine
The kid from Cleveland
In the comfort of routine
Scans his dials and smiles
Secure in the beauty of military life
There is no right or wrong
Only tin cans and cordite and white cliffs
And blue skies and flight flight flight
The beauty of military life
No questions only orders and flight only flight
What a beautiful sight in his wild blue dream
The eternal child leafs through his
War magazine
And his kind Uncle Sam feeds ten trillion in
Change into the total entertainment
Combat video game
And up here in the stands
The fans are goin' wild
The cheerleaders flip
When you wiggle your hip
And we all like the bit when you take
The jeans from the refrigerator and
Then the bad guy gets hit
And were you struck by the satisfying
Way the swimsuit sticks to her skin
Like BB gun days
When knives pierce autumn leaves
But that's okay see the children bleed
It'll look great on the TV
And in Tripoli another ordinary wife
Stares at the dripping her old man hadn't
Time to fix
Too busy mixing politics and rhythm
In the street below


Late Home Tonight (part II)

Hark the wire service sing
Clear the satellite link
Check the fax machine
Hold the lead story boys
There's some great pictures coming in
Now the pilot's heartbeat slows
Palms dry out
No questions only orders
And the F-1 glides in nose-up
Through the cloudbase and the
Ground crew cheers as he puts down
His landing gear
Hey boy you're a hero take this cigar
Back home in Cleveland
All the papers and local TV stations
Will be calling your ma
And the farmer's wife
Shoos the cat off the chair
She says sit down my dear
Was the milking all right
Our American friends are late home tonight


Too Much Rope

When the sleigh is heavy
And the timber wolves are getting bold
You look at you companions
And test the water of their friendship
With your toe
They significantly edge
Closer to the gold
Each man has his price Bob
And yours was pretty low
History is short the sun is just a minor star
The poor man sells his kidneys
In some colonial bazaar
Que sera sera
Is that your new Ferrari car
Nice but I think I'll wait for the F50
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn our eyes
Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope
Preacher or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they'll fuck it up
And last night on TV
A Vietnam vet
Takes his beard and his pain
And his alienation twenty years
Back to Asia again
Sees the monsters they made
In formaldehyde floating 'round
Meets a gook on a bike
A good little tyke
A nice enough guy
With the same soldier's eyes
Tears burn my eyes
What does it mean
This tearjerking scene
Beamed into my home
That it moves me so much
Why all the fuss
It's only two humans being
It's only two humans being
Tears burn my eyes
What does it mean
This tender TV
This tearjerking scene
Beamed into my home
You don't have to be a Jew
To disapprove of murder
Tears burn in our eyes
Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope
Preacher or poet who was it wrote
Give any one species too much rope
And they'll fuck it up


What God Wants (part II)

Do you believe in a better day
Do you have faith in a golden way
If you do then we must come together this day
Come together as one united
Television audience
Brought together by the sound of my voice
United united financially united socially
United spiritually and all possible ways
Through the power of money
And the power of prayers
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants dollars
God wants cents
God wants pounds shillings and pence
God wants guilders
God wants Kroner
God wants Swiss francs
God wants French francs
Oui il veut des francs francais
God wants escudos
God wants pesetas
Don't send lira
God don't want small potatoes
God wants small towns
God wants pain
God wants clean up rock campaigns
God wants windows
God wants solutions
God wants TV
God wants contributions
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants silver
God wants gold
God wants his secret
Never to be told
God wants gigolos
God wants giraffes
God wants politics
God wants a good laugh
What God wants God gets God help us all
God wants friendship
God wants fame
God wants credit
God wants blame
God wants poverty
God wants wealth
God wants insurance
God wants to cover himself
What God wants God gets God help us all


What God Wants (part III)

Don't be afraid it's only business
The alien prophet sighed
The vulture and the magpie took
The cash box from its hook
The monkey in the corner wrote
The figures in his book
Crazed the checkout lady's fingers
Flash across the till
The captain posts
The menu for the day
And in banks across the world
Christians Moslems Hindus Jews
And people of every
Race creed colour tint or hue
Get down on their knees and pray
The raccoon and the groundhog
Neatly make up bags of change
But the monkey in the corner
Well he's slowly drifting out of range
Christ it's freezing inside
The veteran cries
The hyenas break cover
And stream through the meadow
And the fog rolls in
Though his bottle of gin
So he picks up a stone
That looks like a bone
And the bullets fly
And the rivers run dry
And the fat girls sigh
And the network anchor persons lie
And the soldier's alone
In the video zone
But the monkey's not watching
He's slipped out to the kitchen
To pile the dishes
And answer the phone


Watching TV

We were been watching
In Tiananmen Square
Lost my baby there
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
She was a short order pastry chef
In a Dim Sum dive on the Yangtze tideway
She had shiny hair
She was the daughter of an engineer
Won't you shed a tear
For my yellow rose
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
She had perfect breasts
She had high hopes
She had almond eyes
She had yellow thighs
She was a student of philosophy
Won't you grieve with me
For my yellow rose
Shed a tear
For her bloodstained clothes
She had shiny hair
She had perfect breasts
She had high hopes
She had almond eyes
She had yellow thighs
She was the daughter of an engineer
So get out your pistols
Get out your stones
Get out your knives
Cut them to the bone
They are the lackeys of the grocer's machine
They built the dark satanic mills
That manufacture hell on earth
They bought the front row seats on Calvary
They are irrelevant to me
But I grieve for my sister
People of China
Do not forget do not forget
The children who died for you
Long live the Republic
Did we do anything after this
I've a feeling we did
We were watching TV
Watching TV
We were watching TV
Watching TV
She wore a white bandanna that said
Freedom now
She thought the Great Wall of China
Would come tumbling down
She was a student
Her father was an engineer
Won't you shed a tear
For my yellow rose
My yellow rose
In her bloodstained clothes
Her grandpa fought old Chiang Kai-shek
That no-good low-down dirty rat
Who used to order his troops
To fire on the women and children
Imagine that imagine that
And in the spring of '48
Mao Tse-tung got quite irate
And he kicked that old dictator Chiang
Out of the state of China
Chiang Kai-shek came down in Formosa
And they armed the island of Quemoy
And the shells were flying across the China Sea
And they turned Formosa into a shoe factory
Called Taiwan
And she is different from Cro-Magnon man
She's different from Anne Boleyn
She is different from the Rosenbergs
And from the unknown Jew
She is different from the unknown Nicaraguan
Half superstar half victim
She's a victor star conceptually new
And she is different from the Dodo
And from the Kankanbono
She is different from the Aztec
And from the Cherokee
She's everybody's sister
She's symbolic of our failure
She's the one in fifty million
Who can help us to be free
Because she died on TV
And I grieve for my sister


Three Wishes

Reached back for the bottle
And rubbed against the lamp
Genie came out smiling
Like some Eastern tramp
He said hey boy what's happening
What is going on
You can have three wishes
If you don't take too long
I said well
I wish they were all happy in the Lebanon
Wish somebody'd help me write this song
I wish when I was young
My old man had not been gone
Genie said consider it done
There's something in the air
And you don't know what it is
You see someone through the window
Who you've just learned to miss
And the road leads on to glory but
You've used up your last wish
Your last wish
And you want her to come home
Genie said I'm sorry
But that's the way it goes
Where the hell's the lamp sucker
It's time for me to go
Bye
There's something in the air
And you don't know what it is
You see someone through the window
Who you've just learned to miss
And the road leads on to glory but
You've used up your last wish
Your last wish
And you want her to come home


It's A Miracle

Miraculous you call it babe
You ain't seen nothing yet
They've got Pepsi in the Andes
McDonalds in Tibet
Yosemite's been turned into
A golf course for the Japs
The Dead Sea is alive with rap
Between the Tigris and Euphrates
There's a leisure centre now
They've got all kinds of sports
They've got Bermuda shorts
They had sex in Pennsylvania
A Brazilian grew a tree
A doctor in Manhattan
Saved a dying man for free
It's a miracle
Another Miracle
By the grace of God Almighty
And the pressures of the marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It's a miracle
We've got warehouses of butter
We've got oceans of wine
We've got famine when we need it
Got designer crime
We've got Mercedes
We've got Porsche
Ferrari and Rolls Royce
We've got choice
She said meet me
In the Garden of Gethsemene my dear
The Lord said Peter I can see
Your house from here
An honest family man
Finally reaped what he had sown
A farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan
It's a miracle
By the grace of God Almighty
And the pressures of the marketplace
The human race has civilized itself
It's a miracle
We cower in our shelters
With our hands over our ears
Lloyd-Webber's awful stuff
Runs for years and years and years
An earthquake hits the theatre
But the operetta lingers
Then the piano lid comes down
And breaks his fucking fingers
It's a miracle


Amused To Death

Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me
This supermarket life is getting long
What is the heart life of a colour TV
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
News hound sniffs the air
When Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches on to that symbol
Of detachment
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell the belle
Ooh western woman
Ooh western girl
And the children of Melrose
Strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough
And out in the valley warm and clean
The little ones sit by their TV screens
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me
Why am I so out of breath
The captain said excuse me ma'am
This species has amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
Amused itself to death
We watched the tragedy unfold
We did as we were told
We bought and sold
It was the greatest show on earth
But then it was over
We ohhed and aahed
We drove our racing cars
We ate our last few jars of caviar
And somewhere out there in the stars
A keen-eyed look-out
Spied a flickering light
Our last hurrah
And when they found our shadows
Grouped around the TV sets
They ran down every lead
They repeated every test
They checked out all the data on their lists
And then the alien anthropologists
Admitted they were still perplexed
But on eliminating every other reason
For our sad demise
They logged the explanation left
This species has amused itself to death
No tears to cry no feelings left
This species has amused itself to death

(switch channels)
[Alf Razzell:]
"Years later, I saw Bill Hubbard's name on the memorial to the
missing at Aras[?]. And I...when I saw his name I was absolutely
transfixed; it was as though he was now a human being instead of
some sort of nightmarish memory of how I had to leave him, all
those years ago. And I felt relieved, and ever since then I've
felt happier about it, because always before, whenever I thought
of him, I said to myself, 'Was there something else that I could
have done?' [background: "I'd rather die, I'd rather die..."]
And that always sort of worried me. And having seen him, and his
name in the register - as you know in the memorials there's a
little safe, there's a register in there with every name - and
seeing his name and his name on the memorial; it sort of
lightened my...heart, if you like."
(woman) "When was it that you saw his name on the memorial?"
"Ah, when I was eighty-seven, that would be a year,
ninete...eighty-four, nineteen eighty-four."
(switch channels)
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