Is there any wonder why the monkey is confused?!

Perfect Sense Part I & II
Roger Waters

Will you stop Dave?
Stop Dave
I’m afraid
I’m afraid
Dave, my mind is going
I can feel it
I can feel it
My mind is going
There is no question about it
I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
I’m afraid

The monkey sat on a pile of stone
And he stared at the broken bone in his hand
Strains of a Viennese quartet rang out across the land
The monkey looked up at the stars
And he 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 kill the Jews
And the Jews kill the Arabs
And the Arabs kill 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’s 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
Sent him back in search of the Garden of Eden

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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
Hold on soldier
Prime time fodder for the News at Nine
Hold on, hold on soldier
Darling is the child warm in the bed tonight

[Marv Albert:] “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

[Marv:] “And here come the players
As I speak to you now, the captain
Has his cross hairs zeroed in on the oil rig
He’s at periscope depth
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”
[Edward:]”That’s LESS tax Marv”
[Marv:]”Yeah, LESS tax
Thank you Edward”
[Edward:]”You’re welcome”
[Marv:]”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”
Look out!
Look at that baby burn!

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
Can’t you see
It all makes perfect sense

از تفاوت‌های اصلی دمای۲۰- و۴۰-

پیش‌ترها فکر می‌کردم دمای هوا از یک حدی که پایین‌تر برود دیگر فرقی نخواهد داشت به حال آن آدیمزاد بی‌چاره محکوم به زندگی در آن دما.
اما چند وقت پیش کشف کردم که اگر در دمای ۴۰- که با Wind chill در حقیقت ۵۰- محسوب می‌شود، بدون دست‌کش برای بازکردن در، دست‌گیره‌ی آهنی را بگیری، احساس ویژه ای پیدا خواهی کرد!
چه احساسی؟!
یک تیرکشیدن اساسی که تا کتف‌ات پیش می‌رود … در واقع دست بی‌چاره به نالش می‌افتد که …. بابا سرده!‌
اما خوب، طبق تحقیقات به عمل آمده، در دمای ۲۰- چنین حالتی رخ نخواهد داد!

You’re lips are moving, but I can not hear what you’re saying

خودت هم تعجب می‌کنی …
آهسته، آهسته هدایت‌اش می‌کنیء به سمت‌ای که دوست داریء خودت هم از این همه دقت‌ و برنامه‌ریزی‌ات شگفت‌زده می‌شوی! کاملا به‌جا و به‌موقع به کنش‌ها واکنش می‌دهیء می‌سازیء بالا می‌بریء بنا می‌کنیء
که … که؟‌
با همان قدرتء دقتء استقامت و بدتر از همه با کلی آرامش زیر پای‌ات له‌اش کنی؟ مثل یادداشت‌روزانه‌ای که فقظ برای سطل زباله نوشته‌شده باشد.
هیچ‌وقت این‌قدر خودم را سنگ‌دل ندیده بودم.