All language subtitles for Stena.Wall.1982.Eng

Subtitles downloaded from www.OpenSubtitles.org

Christmas comes but once a year

For every girl and boy

The laughter and the joy

They find in each new toy

I'll tell you of a little boy

Who lives across the way

This little fella's Christmas

Is just another day

It was just before dawn

One miserable morning

In black '44

When the forward commander
was told to sit tight

When he asked that
his men be withdrawn

And the generals gave thanks

As the other ranks

Held back the enemy tanks

For a while

And the Anzio bridgehead

Was held for the price

Of a few hundred ordinary lives

He's the little boy

That Santa Claus forgot

And Goodness knows

He didn't want a lot

He sent a note to Santa

For some soldiers and a drum

It broke his little heart

When he found Santa hadn't come

In the street he envies

All those lucky boys

So ya thought ya

Might like to

Go to the show

To feel the warm thrill
of confusion

That space cadet glow

Tell me, is something
eluding you, sunshine

Is this not what
you expected to see

If you wanna find out
what's behind these cold eyes

You'll just have to
claw your way through this disguise

Mama loves her baby

And Daddy loves you too

And the sea may look
warm to you, babe

And the sky may look blue

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, babe

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Baby blue

Ooh, ooh, ooh

Ooh, ooh, babe

If you should go skating

On the thin ice of modern life

Dragging behind you

The silent reproach

Of a million tear-stained eyes

Don't be surprised

When a crack in the ice

Appears under your feet

You slip out of your depth
and out of your mind

With you fear
flowing out behind you

As you claw the thin ice

Daddy's flown across the ocean

Leaving just a memory

A snapshot in the family album

Daddy, what else
did you leave for me

Daddy, what'd ya leave behind for me

All in all it was

Just a brick in the wall

All in all it was all
just bricks in the wall

Easy. Be careful.

- What?
- Will you put me on there?

- Well, where's your mother, then?
- She's gone to the shops.

Yes, all right.

How's that then? Enjoying it?

Lovely, lovely.

Now off you go.
Go on.

Now what have I told you about this?
What have I told you?

Go on, go on now. Sling your hook.
Go on. Sling your hook.

And kind old King George

Sent Mother a note

When he heard that Father was gone

It was, I recall

In the form of a scroll

Gold leaf and all

And I found it one day

In a drawer of old photographs

Hidden away

And my eyes still grow damp
to remember

His Majesty signed

With his own rubber stamp

It was dark all around

There was frost in the ground

When the tigers broke free

And no one survived

From the Royal Fusiliers Company C

They were all left behind

Most of them dead

The rest of them dying

And that's how the high command

Took my daddy from me

Did you see the frightened ones

Did you hear the falling bombs

Did you ever wonder why
we had to run for shelter

When the promise of a brave new world
unfurled beneath the clear blue sky

Did you see the frightened ones

Did you hear the falling bombs

The flames are all long gone
but the pain lingers on

Good-bye

Blue sky

Good-bye, blue sky

Good-bye

Good-bye

Wait for me, Pinky,
you rotten bleeder.

- They're my bullets, ain't they?
- I don't know.

Come on, Tubs.
It's great down in the tunnel.

Don't you think
it'd be dangerous, Pinky?

No. Don't be daft.

- You all right, Tubs?
- Yeah. Hurt me knee a bit.

- Come on.
- Na. It's too dangerous.

- We'll wait for the train.
- Give me the torch.

Pinky! Here comes the train!

Get off the line,
you bloody idiot! Here it comes!

Pinky, get off the line!
Here it comes!

Pinky, get off the line!

You!

You! Yes, you!

Stand still, laddie!

When we grew up and went to school

There were certain teachers who would
hurt the children anyway they could

By pouring their derision
upon anything we did

Exposing every weakness

However carefully hidden
by the kids

What have we here, laddie?

Mysterious scribblings?
A secret code?

No. Poems, no less.

Poems, everybody!

The lad here reckons himself
a poet.

"Money, get back.
I'm all right, Jack.

Keep your hands
off my stack.

New car, caviar,
four-star daydream.

Think I'll buy me
a football team. "

Absolute rubbish, laddie!

Get on with your work.

Repeat after me:

An acre is the area
of a rectangle...

whose length is one furlong...

and whose width is one chain.

But in this town it was well known

When they got home at night
their fat and psychopathic wives

Would thrash them
within inches of their lives

We don't need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teacher, leave them kids alone

Hey, teacher, leave them kids alone

All in all it's just
another brick in the wall

Wrong! Do it again!

All in all you're just
another brick in the wall

We don't need no education

If you don't eat your meat,
you can't have any pudding!

We don't need no thought control

How can you have any pudding
if you don't eat your meat?

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

You! Yes, you, laddie!

Poems, everybody.
The lad here reckons himself a poet.

Teachers, leave them kids alone

Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone

All in all you're just
another brick in the wall

All in all you're just
another brick in the wall

We don't need no education

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Again. An acre is the area
of a rectangle...

whose length is one furlong...

and whose width is one chain.

Mother, do you think
they'll drop the bomb

Mother, do you think
they'll like the song

Mother, do you think
they'll try to break my balls

Mother, should I build the wall

Mother, should I run for president

Mother, should I trust the government

Mother, will they put me
in the firing line

Mother, am I really dying

Hush now, baby, baby
don't you cry

Mama's gonna make all of
your nightmares come true

Mama's gonna put
all of her fears into you

Mama's gonna keep you
right here under her wing

She won't let you fly
but she might let you sing

Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm

Ooooh, babe

Ooooh, babe

Ooh, babe, of course
Mama's gonna help build the wall

Hello. Hello.
Is there anybody in there?

Do you remember me?

I'm the one
from the Registry Office.

Mother, do you think
she's good enough

For me

And, Mother
do you think she's dangerous

To me

Mother, will she tear
your little boy apart

Ooooh, Ma

Mother, will she break my heart

Hush now, baby, baby
don't you cry

Mama's gonna check out
all your girlfriends for you

Mama won't let anyone
dirty get through

Mama's gonna wait up
until you get in

Mama will always find out
where you've been

Mama's gonna keep baby
healthy and clean

Oooh, babe

Oooh, babe

Ooh, babe
You'll always be baby to me

Mother, did it need to be so high

- Hello?
- Yes, a collect call...

for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd.

Will you accept the charge
from the United States?

I wonder why he hung up. Is there
supposed to be someone else there...

besides your wife, sir,
to answer?

- Hello?
- This is United States calling.

Are we reaching-

See, he keeps hanging up,
and it's a man answering.

What shall we use

To fill

The empty spaces

Where waves

Of hunger

Roar

Shall we set out across

This sea

Of faces

In search of more

And more applause

Shall we buy a new guitar

Shall we drive
a more powerful car

Shall we work
straight through the night

Shall we get into fights

Leave the lights on
Drop bombs

Do tours of the East
Contract diseases

Bury bones
Break up homes

Send flowers by phone

Take to drink
Go to shrinks

Give up meat
Rarely sleep

Keep people as pets

Train dogs
Race rats

Fill the attic with cash

Bury treasure
Store up leisure

But never relax at all

With our backs to the wall

I am just a new boy

A stranger in this town

Where are all the good times

Who's gonna show this stranger around

Ooooh

I need a dirty woman

Ooooh

I need a dirty girl

Will some woman in this desert land

Make me feel like a real man

Take this rock and roll refugee

Ooh, babe, set me free

Ooooh

I need a dirty woman

Ooooh

I need a dirty girl

Ooooh

I need a dirty woman

Ooooh

I need a dirty girl

Oh, my God.

What a fabulous room.

- Are all these your guitars?

- God.

This place is bigger
than our whole apartment.

- You like the tube, huh?

Can I get a drink of water?

- Can I get you a drink of water?

- Oh, wow, look at this tub!

Wanna take a bath?

- What are you watching?

- Hello? Hello?

- You feeling okay?

Day after day

Love turns grey

Like the skin of a dying man

And night after night

We pretend it's all right

But I have grown older

And you have grown colder

And nothing is very much fun anymore

And I can feel

One of my turns coming on

I

Feel

Cold as a razor blade

Tight as a tourniquet

Dry as a funeral drum

Run to the bedroom

In the suitcase on the left
you'll find my favorite axe

Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase

One of my bad days

Would you like to watch TV

Or get between the sheets
Or contemplate the silent freeway

Would you like something to eat

Would you like to learn to fly

Would ya
Would you like to see me try

Would you like to call the cops

- Do you think it's time I stopped
- Next time, fuckers!

Why are you running away

Oooh, babe

Don't leave me now

How could you go

When you know how I need you

To beat to a pulp
on a Saturday night

Oh, babe

Don't leave me now

How can you treat me this way

Running away

Ooh, babe

Why are you running away

Oooh, babe

Oooh, babe

I don't need no arms around me

And I don't need
no drugs to calm me

I have seen the writing on the wall

Don't think I need anything at all

No

Don't think I need anything at all

All and all it was all
just bricks in the wall

All and all you were all
just bricks in the wall

Good-bye, cruel world

I'm leaving you today

Good-bye, good-bye

Good-bye

Good-bye, all you people

There's nothing you can say

To make me change my mind

Good-bye

Is there anybody out there

Is there anybody out there

Is there anybody out there

Is there anybody out there

I've got a little black book
with my poems in

Got a bag with a toothbrush
and a comb in

When I'm a good dog
they sometimes throw me a bone in

I got elastic bands
keeping my shoes on

Got those swollen-hand blues

I've got 13 channels of shit
on the TV to choose from

I've got electric light

And I've got second sight

I've got amazing powers
of observation

And that is how I know

When I try to get through

On the telephone to you

- There'll be nobody home

- I got the obligatory Hendrix perm

And the inevitable pinhole burns

All down the front
of my favorite satin shirt

I've got nicotine stains
on my fingers

I've got a silver spoon on a chain

Got a grand piano
to prop up my mortal remains

I got wild staring eyes

And I got a strong urge to fly

But I got nowhere to fly to

Oooh, babe

When I pick up the phone

There's still nobody home

I've got a pair of Gohills boots

And I got fading roots

Does anybody here
remember Vera Lynn

Remember how she said

That we would meet again

Some sunny day

Vera

What has become of you

Does anybody else in here

Feel the way I do

Bring the boys back home

Bring the boys back home

Don't leave the children

On their own, no, no

Bring the boys back home

Bring the boys back home

Don't leave the children

On their own, no, no

Bring the boys back home

- Bad! Do it again!

- You feeling okay?

Is there anybody out there

- Fuck me.

He's gone completely around
the bleedin' twist.

You vicious bastard,
you never did like me, did you?

Hello

Is there anybody in there

Just nod if you can hear me

Is there anyone at home

Come on, now

I hear you're feeling down

Well, I can ease your pain

- And get you on your feet again
- The boy's an asthmatic.

- Asthmatic!?
- Relax

- I'll need some information first
- He's an artist!

Just the basic facts

Can you show me where it hurts

There is no pain
you are receding

A distant ship smoke
on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move

But I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child

I had a fever

My hands felt just like two balloons

Now I've got that feeling once again

I can't explain
you would not understand

This is not how I am

I

Have become comfortably numb

I

Have become comfortably numb

Okay

Just a little pinprick

There'll be no more
Aaaaah

But you may feel a little sick

Can you stand up

I do believe it's working

- Good
- He's coming around.

- That'll keep you going through the show
- There, you see?

- Come on, it's time to go
- How do you feel?

There is no pain
you are receding

A distant ship smoke
on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move

But I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child

I caught a fleeting glimpse

Out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look
but it was gone

I cannot put my finger on it now

The child is grown
The dream is gone

I

Have become comfortably numb

So ya thought ya

Might like to go to the show

To feel the warm thrill
of confusion

That space cadet glow

I got some bad news for you, sunshine

Pink isn't well
He's, uh, back at the hotel

And they sent us along
as a surrogate band

Now tonight, we 're gonna find out
where you fans really stand

Are there any queers
in the audience tonight

- Get 'em up against the wall
- Against the wall

There's one in the spotlight
he don't look right

- Have him up against the wall
- Against the wall

And that one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon

Who let all this riffraff
into the room

There's one smoking a joint

And that one's got spots

If I had my way
I'd have all of you shot

Run, run, run, run

You better make your face up
in your favorite disguise

With your button-down lips
and your roller-blind eyes

With your empty smile
and your hungry heart

Feel the bile rising
from your guilty past

With your nerves in tatters
as the cockleshell shatters

And the hammers batter down your door

You better run
run, run, run

Run, run, run, run

You better run all day
and run all night

Keep your dirty feelings deep inside

And if you're taking
your girlfriend out tonight

You'd better park the car
well out of sight

'Cause if they catch you in
the back seat trying to pick her locks

They're gonna send you back to Mother
in a cardboard box

You better run

You cannot reach me now

No matter how you try

Good-bye, cruel world

It's over

Walk on by

Waiting

- To cut out the dead wood
- Waiting

- To weed out the weaklings
- Waiting

To smash in their windows
and kick in their doors

- Waiting
- For the final solution to strengthen the strain

- Waiting
- To follow the worms

- Would you like to see
- Would you like to see

Britannia rule again

My friend

All you need to do
is follow the worms

Hammer! Hammer!

Hammer! Hammer! Hammer!

Stop!

Stop.

I wanna go home

Take off this uniform
and leave the show

But I'm waiting in this cell

Because I have to know

Have I been

Have I been guilty all this time

Good morning, Worm, Your Honor

The crown will plainly show

The prisoner who now stands before you

Was caught red-handed showing feelings

Showing feelings
of an almost human nature

This will not do

Call the schoolmaster

I always said he'd come to no good

In the end, Your Honor

If they'd let me have my way

I could have flayed him into shape

But my hands were tied

The bleeding hearts and artists

Let him get away with murder

Let me hammer him today

Crazy

Toys in the attic
I am crazy

Truly gone fishing

They must have taken my marbles away

Crazy

Toys in the attic
He is crazy

You little shit
You're in it now

I hope they throw away the key

You should've talked to me
more often than you did

But no
You had to go your own way

Have you broken
any homes up lately

Just five minutes, Worm, Your Honor

Him and me alone

Babe

Come to Mother, baby

Let me hold you in my arms

M'lud, I never wanted him
to get in any trouble

Why'd he ever have to leave me

Worm, Your Honor
let me take him home

Crazy

Over the rainbow
I'm crazy

Bars in the window

There must have been a door there
in the wall

- When I came in
- Crazy

Over the rainbow
He is crazy

The evidence before the court
is incontrovertible

There's no need
for the jury to retire

In all my years of judging

I have never heard before

Of someone more deserving

The full penalty of law

The way you made them suffer

Your exquisite wife and mother

Fills me with the urge to defecate

Since, my friend
you have revealed your deepest fear

I sentence you to be exposed

Before your peers

Tear down the wall

All alone

Or in two's

The ones who really love you

Walk up and down

Outside the wall

Some hand in hand

Some gathered together in bands

The bleeding hearts
and the artists

Make their stand

And when they've given you their all

Some stagger and fall

After all, it's not easy

Banging your heart

Against some mad bugger's wall

When they've given you their all

Some stagger and fall

After all, it's not easy

Best watched using Open Subtitles MKV Player