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DISCID=9c09cf0d
DTITLE=Pink Floyd / The Wall (CD2)
TTITLE0=Hey You
TTITLE1=Is There Anybody Out There?
TTITLE2=Nobody Home
TTITLE3=Vera
TTITLE4=Bring the Boys Back Home
TTITLE5=Comfortably Numb
TTITLE6=The Show Must Go On
TTITLE7=In The Flesh
TTITLE8=Run Like Hell
TTITLE9=Waiting for the Worms
TTITLE10=Stop
TTITLE11=The Trial
TTITLE12=Outside the Wall
EXTD=
EXTT0=Hey you, out there in the cold\nGetting lonely, getting old \nCan 
EXTT0=you feel me?\nHey you, standing in the aisles\nWith itchy feet and
EXTT0= fading smiles \nCan you feel me?\nHey you, dont help them to bury
EXTT0= the light\nDon't give in without a fight.\n\nHey you, out there on
EXTT0= your own\nSitting naked by the phone \nWould you touch me?\nHey yo
EXTT0=u, with you ear against the wall\nWaiting for someone to call out
EXTT0= \nWould you touch me?\nHey you, would you help me to carry the st
EXTT0=one?\nOpen your heart, I'm coming home.\n\nBut it was only fantasy.
EXTT0=\nThe wall was too high, \nAs you can see.\nNo matter how he tried,
EXTT0= \nHe could not break free.\nAnd the worms ate into his brain.\n\nHe
EXTT0=y you, standing in the road\nalways doing what you're told, \nCan 
EXTT0=you help me?\nHey you, out there beyond the wall,\nBreaking bottle
EXTT0=s in the hall, \nCan you help me?\nHey you, don't tell me there's 
EXTT0=no hope at all\nTogether we stand, divided we fall.\n\n        [Cli
EXTT0=ck of TV being turned on]\n                Well, only got an hour
EXTT0= of daylight left. Better get started\n                Isnt it un
EXTT0=safe to travel at night?\n                It'll be a lot less saf
EXTT0=e to stay here. You're father's gunna pick up\n                ou
EXTT0=r trail before long\n                Can Loca ride?\n             
EXTT0=   Yeah, I can ride... Margaret, time to go! Margaret, thank you
EXTT0= for\n                everything\n                Goodbye Chenga\n 
EXTT0=               Goodbye miss ...\n                I'll be back\n\n
EXTT1=Is there anybody out there?\nIs there anybody out there?\nIs there
EXTT1= anybody out there?\nIs there anybody out there?\n
EXTT2=                Alright, I'll take care of them part of the time
EXTT2=, but there's somebody\n                else that needs taking ca
EXTT2=re of in Washington\n                Who's that?\n                
EXTT2=Rose Pilchitt!\n                Rose Pilchitt? Who's that?\n      
EXTT2=  [Kid screams in background. foreground: Shut Up!]\n            
EXTT2=    36-24-36 [laughter] does that answer your question?\n        
EXTT2=[foreground: Oi! I've got a little black book with me poems in!]
EXTT2=\n                Who's she?\n                She was 'Miss Armour
EXTT2=ed Division' in 1961 ... \n\nI've got a little black book with my 
EXTT2=poems in.\nGot a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in.\nWhen I'm a 
EXTT2=good dog, they sometimes throw me a bone in.\n\nI got elastic band
EXTT2=s keepin my shoes on.\nGot those swollen hand blues.\nGot thirteen
EXTT2= channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.\nI've got electric 
EXTT2=light.\nAnd I've got second sight.\nAnd amazing powers of observat
EXTT2=ion.\nAnd that is how I know\nWhen I try to get through \nOn the te
EXTT2=lephone to you\nThere'll be nobody home.\n\nI've got the obligatory
EXTT2= Hendrix perm.\nAnd the inevitable pinhole burns\nAll down the fro
EXTT2=nt of my favorite satin shirt.\nI've got nicotine stains on my fi
EXTT2=ngers.\nI've got a silver spoon on a chain.\nI've got a grand pian
EXTT2=o to prop up my mortal remains.\n\nI've got wild staring eyes.\nAnd
EXTT2= I've got a strong urge to fly.\nBut I got nowhere to fly to. \nOo
EXTT2=ooh, Babe when I pick up the phone\n\n        Surprise, surprise, 
EXTT2=surprise... (from Gomer Pyle show)\n\nThere's still nobody home.\n\n
EXTT2=I've got a pair of Gohills boots\nand I got fading roots.\n\n      
EXTT2=          Where the hell are you?\n                Over 47 german
EXTT2= planes were destroyed with the loss of only 15 of our\n         
EXTT2=       own aircraft\n                Where the hell are you Tyler
EXTT2=?\n        [Machine gun sound, followed by plane crashing]\n\n
EXTT3=Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn?\nRemember how she said that
EXTT3= \nWe would meet again\nSome sunny day?\nVera! Vera!\nWhat has becom
EXTT3=e of you?\nDoes anybody else in here\nFeel the way I do?
EXTT4=Bring the boys back home.\nBring the boys back home.\nDon't leave 
EXTT4=the children on their own, no, no.\nBring the boys back home.\n\n  
EXTT4=      Wrong! Do it again!\n        Time to go! [knock, knock, kno
EXTT4=ck, knock]\n        Are you feeling okay?\n        There's a man a
EXTT4=nswering, but he keeps hanging up!\n        Is there anybody out 
EXTT4=there?\n
EXTT5=\n\nHello?\nIs there anybody in there?\nJust nod if you can hear me.
EXTT5=\nIs there anyone at home?\nCome on, now,\nI hear you're feeling do
EXTT5=wn.\nWell I can ease your pain\nGet you on your feet again.\nRelax.
EXTT5=\nI'll need some information first.\nJust the basic facts.\nCan you
EXTT5= show me where it hurts?\n\nThere is no pain you are receding\nA di
EXTT5=stant ship, smoke on the horizon.\nYou are only coming through in
EXTT5= waves.\nYour lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.\nWhen
EXTT5= I was a child I had a fever\nMy hands felt just like two balloon
EXTT5=s.\nNow I've got that feeling once again\nI can't explain you woul
EXTT5=d not understand\nThis is not how I am.\nI have become comfortably
EXTT5= numb.\n\nO.K.\nJust a little pinprick. ping\nThere'll be no more aa
EXTT5=aaaaaaah!\nBut you may feel a little sick.\nCan you stand up?\nI do
EXTT5= believe it's working, good.\nThat'll keep you going through the 
EXTT5=show\nCome on it's time to go.\n\nThere is no pain you are receding
EXTT5=\nA distant ship, smoke on the horizon.\nYou are only coming throu
EXTT5=gh in waves.\nYour lips move but I can't hear what you're saying.
EXTT5=\nWhen I was a child \nI caught a fleeting glimpse\nOut of the corn
EXTT5=er of my eye.\nI turned to look but it was gone\nI cannot put my f
EXTT5=inger on it now\nThe child is grown, \nThe dream is gone.\nI have b
EXTT5=ecome comfortably numb.
EXTT6=Ooooh, Ma, Oooh Pa\nMust the show go on?\nOoooh, Pa. Take me home\n
EXTT6=Ooooh, Ma. Let me go\n\nThere must be some mistake\nI didnt mean to
EXTT6= let them \nTake away my soul.\nAm I too old, is it too late?\n\nOoo
EXTT6=oh, Ma, Ooooh Pa,\nWhere has the feeling gone?\nOoooh, Ma, Ooooh P
EXTT6=a,\nWill I remember the songs?\nThe show must go on.\n\n
EXTT7=So ya\nThought ya\nMight like to \nGo to the show.\nTo feel that war
EXTT7=m thrill of confusion,\nThat space cadet glow.\nI've got some bad 
EXTT7=news for you sunshine,\nPink isn't well, he stayed back at the ho
EXTT7=tel\nAnd they sent us along as a surrogate band\nWe're gonna find 
EXTT7=out where you folks really stand.\n\nAre there any queers in the t
EXTT7=heater tonight?\nGet them up against the wall!\nThere's one in the
EXTT7= spotlight, he don't look right to me,\nGet him up against the wa
EXTT7=ll!\nThat one looks Jewish!\nAnd that one's a coon!\nWho let all of
EXTT7= this riff-raff into the room?\nThere's one smoking a joint,\nAnd 
EXTT7=another with spots!\nIf I had my way, \nI'd have all of you shot!\n
EXTT7=
EXTT8=        Hammer, Hammer...\n\nRun, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Ru
EXTT8=n, \nRun, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.\nYou better make your
EXTT8= face up in\nYour favorite disguise.\nWith your button down lips a
EXTT8=nd your\nRoller blind eyes.\nWith your empty smile \nAnd your hungr
EXTT8=y heart.\nFeel the bile rising from your guilty past.\nWith your n
EXTT8=erves in tatters\nWhen the conchshell shatters\nAnd the hammers ba
EXTT8=tter \nDown the door.\nYou'd better run.\n\nRun, Run, Run, Run, Run,
EXTT8= Run, Run, Run, \nRun, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.\nYou bet
EXTT8=ter sleep all day \nAnd run all night.\nKeep your dirty feelings\nD
EXTT8=eep inside. \nAnd if you're taking your girlfriend \nOut tonight \n
EXTT8=You'd better park the car\nWell out of sight.\nCause if they catch
EXTT8= you in the back seat \nTrying to pick her locks,\nThey're gonna s
EXTT8=end you back to mother \nIn a cardboard box.\nYou better run.\n\n   
EXTT8=                     Hey, open up! HaHaHaHaHaaaaaaaaaa!\n        
EXTT8=[sound of car skidding, followed by loud scream]\n               
EXTT8=         Hammer, Hammer\n                
EXTT9=         Eins, zwei, drei, a ha!\n\nOoooh, you cannot reach me now
EXTT9=\nOoooh, no matter how you try\nGoodbye, cruel world, it's over\nWa
EXTT9=lk on by.\n\nSitting in a bunker here behind my wall\nWaiting for t
EXTT9=he worms to come.\nIn perfect isolation here behind my wall\nWaiti
EXTT9=ng for the worms to come.\n\n         We're {waiting to succeed} a
EXTT9=nd going to convene outside Brixton\n         Town Hall where we'
EXTT9=re going to be...\n\nWaiting to cut out the deadwood.\nWaiting to c
EXTT9=lean up the city.\nWaiting to follow the worms.\nWaiting to put on
EXTT9= a black shirt.\nWaiting to weed out the weaklings.\nWaiting to sm
EXTT9=ash in their windows \nAnd kick in their doors.\nWaiting for the f
EXTT9=inal solution\nTo strengthen the strain.\nWaiting to follow the wo
EXTT9=rms.\nWaiting to turn on the showers\nAnd fire the ovens.\nWaiting 
EXTT9=for the queers and the coons\nand the reds and the jews.\nWaiting 
EXTT9=to follow the worms.\n\nWould you like to see Britannia\nRule again
EXTT9=, my friend?\nAll you have to do is follow the worms.\nWould you l
EXTT9=ike to send our colored cousins\nHome again, my friend?\nAll you n
EXTT9=eed to do is follow the worms.\n\n         The Worms will convene 
EXTT9=outside Brixton Bus Station.  We'll be moving\n         along at 
EXTT9=about 12 o'clock down Stockwell Road {....\n                     
EXTT9=          ......} {Abbot's Road } {.....} twelve minutes\n       
EXTT9=  to three we'll be moving along Lambeth Road towards Vauxhall B
EXTT9=ridge.\n         Now when we get to the other side of Vauxhall Br
EXTT9=idge we're in\n         Westminster {Borough } area.  It's quite 
EXTT9=possible we may encounter\n         some {.....} by the way we go
EXTT9=.  {...                      ..}."\n\n
EXTT10=Stop!\nI wanna go home\nTake off this uniform\nAnd leave the show.\n
EXTT10=But I'm waiting in this cell \nBecause I have to know.\nHave I bee
EXTT10=n guilty all this time?\n
EXTT11=Good morning, Worm your honor.\nThe crown will plainly show \nThe 
EXTT11=prisoner who now stands before you\nWas caught red-handed showing
EXTT11= feelings\nShowing feelings of an almost human nature; \nThis will
EXTT11= not do.\nCall the schoolmaster!\n\nI always said he'd come to no g
EXTT11=ood\nIn the end your honor.\nIf they'd let me have my way I could\n
EXTT11=Have flayed him into shape.\nBut my hands were tied,\nThe bleeding
EXTT11= hearts and artists\nLet him get away with murder.\nLet me hammer 
EXTT11=him today?\n\nCrazy, \nToys in the attic I am crazy, \nTruly gone fi
EXTT11=shing.\nThey must have taken my marbles away.\nCrazy, toys in the 
EXTT11=attic he is crazy.\n\nYou little shit you're in it now,\nI hope the
EXTT11=y throw away the key.\nYou should have talked to me more often \nT
EXTT11=han you did, but no! You had to go\nYour own way, have you broken
EXTT11= any \nHomes up lately?\nJust five minutes, Worm your honor, \nHim 
EXTT11=and Me, alone.\n\nBaaaaaaaaaabe!\nCome to mother baby, let me hold 
EXTT11=you \nIn my arms.\nM'lud I never wanted him to\nGet in any trouble.
EXTT11=\nWhy'd he ever have to leave me?\nWorm, your honor, let me take h
EXTT11=im home.\nOver the rainbow, I am crazy,\nBars in the window.\nThere
EXTT11= must have been a door there in the wall\nWhen I came in.\nCrazy, 
EXTT11=over the rainbow, he is crazy.\n\nThe evidence before the court is
EXTT11=\nIncontrivertable, there's no need for\nThe jury to retire.\nIn al
EXTT11=l my years of judging\nI have never heard before \nOf someone more
EXTT11= deserving\nOf the full penaltie of law.\nThe way you made them su
EXTT11=ffer,\nYour exquisite wife and mother,\nFills me with the urge to 
EXTT11=defecate!\n\n         Go Judge!  Shit on him!\n\nSince, my friend, y
EXTT11=ou have revealed your \nDeepest fear,\nI sentence you to be expose
EXTT11=d before \nYour peers.\nTear down the wall!\n\nCrazy, \n
EXTT12=All alone, or in two's,\nThe ones who really love you\nWalk up and
EXTT12= down outside the wall.\nSome hand in hand\nAnd some gathered toge
EXTT12=ther in bands.\nThe bleeding hearts and artists \nMake their stand
EXTT12=.\n\nAnd when they've given you their all\nSome stagger and fall, a
EXTT12=fter all it's not easy\nBanging your heart against some mad bugge
EXTT12=r's wall.\n\n        Isn't this where...\n        
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