David Gilmour - Rattle That Lock Album Lyrics
David Gilmour - Rattle That Lock Lyrics
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Rattle That Lock
Whatever it takes to break
Gotta do it
From the burning lake or the eastern gate
You'll get through it
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock
Let's go do it
Have it all our way
Go back to where we blew it
And lose our heads along the way
So long sin, au revoir chaos
If there's a heaven, it can wait
So long sin, au revoir chaos
If there's a heaven...
Rattle that lock
Rattle that lock, lose those chains
Rattle that lock
Rattle that lock, lose those chains
And all the other travellers
Become phantoms to our eyes
Furies and the revellers
Fallen angels in disguise
No discord, chance or rumour
Is going to interrupt this place
No discord, chance or rumour
To interrupt this...
So let's get to it
It's calling like a flame
Through the darkness and the night
The world suspended on a golden chain
No discord, chance or rumour
Is going to interrupt this place
No discord, chance or rumour
To interrupt this...
Rattle that lock
Rattle that lock, lose those chains
Rattle that lock
Rattle that lock
Rattle that lock, lose those chains
Gotta do it
From the burning lake or the eastern gate
You'll get through it
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock and lose those chains
Rattle that lock
Let's go do it
Have it all our way
Go back to where we blew it
And lose our heads along the way
So long sin, au revoir chaos
If there's a heaven, it can wait
So long sin, au revoir chaos
If there's a heaven...
Rattle that lock
Rattle that lock, lose those chains
Rattle that lock
Rattle that lock, lose those chains
And all the other travellers
Become phantoms to our eyes
Furies and the revellers
Fallen angels in disguise
No discord, chance or rumour
Is going to interrupt this place
No discord, chance or rumour
To interrupt this...
So let's get to it
It's calling like a flame
Through the darkness and the night
The world suspended on a golden chain
No discord, chance or rumour
Is going to interrupt this place
No discord, chance or rumour
To interrupt this...
Rattle that lock
Rattle that lock, lose those chains
Rattle that lock
Rattle that lock
Rattle that lock, lose those chains
Writer: DAVID JON GILMOUR, MICHAEL BOUMENDIL, POLLY ANNE SAMSON
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Faces Of Stones
Faces of stone
That watched from the dark
As the wind swirled around
And you took my arm in the park
Images framed, hung high in the trees
And you talked of your youth
But the years had turned dry as the leaves
Your lover was gone
His replacement to hand
And just what the difference was
You could not understand
In darkening grey
We walked back through the streets
Then you talked all night long
Of your childhood home by the sea
And I, my disguise a mask chosen by you
Believed every word I heard
At least I think that's what I tried to do
We sat on the roof
The night overflowed
No more was said
But I learned all I needed to know
Your Hollywood smile
Shone a light on the past
But it was the future
That you held so tight to your heart
That watched from the dark
As the wind swirled around
And you took my arm in the park
Images framed, hung high in the trees
And you talked of your youth
But the years had turned dry as the leaves
Your lover was gone
His replacement to hand
And just what the difference was
You could not understand
In darkening grey
We walked back through the streets
Then you talked all night long
Of your childhood home by the sea
And I, my disguise a mask chosen by you
Believed every word I heard
At least I think that's what I tried to do
We sat on the roof
The night overflowed
No more was said
But I learned all I needed to know
Your Hollywood smile
Shone a light on the past
But it was the future
That you held so tight to your heart
Writer: DAVID JON GILMOUR
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
A Boat Lies Waiting
Something I never knew
In silence I'd hear you
And a boat lies waiting
Still your clouds all flaming
That old time easy feeling
What I lost was an ocean
Now I'm drifting through without you
In this sad barcarolle
What I lost was an ocean
And I'm rolling right behind you
In this sad barcarolle
It rocks you like a cradle
It rocks you to the core
You'll sleep like a baby
As it knocks at Death's door
In silence I'd hear you
And a boat lies waiting
Still your clouds all flaming
That old time easy feeling
What I lost was an ocean
Now I'm drifting through without you
In this sad barcarolle
What I lost was an ocean
And I'm rolling right behind you
In this sad barcarolle
It rocks you like a cradle
It rocks you to the core
You'll sleep like a baby
As it knocks at Death's door
Writer: DAVID JON GILMOUR, POLLY ANNE SAMSON
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Dancing Right In Front Of Me
Maybe I should have shown you a clearer plainer truth
That doesn't care about summer and less about youth
Now in this silence what more is there to do
Something has broken in me and in you
In watchful dependence a satellite spins
Cautiously circling the space that I'm in
It's bouncing me signals - distorted by time
And I'm stuck here waiting for the stars to align
Dancing right in front of me, all the lives I once could see
Slipping to and slipping fro, disappearing
Who's to know where they have gone - just out of sight
Into the shadows of my night
Who started out as stars in my eyes
There's a wide horizon, go on now take a chance
Your star is shining it lights a brighter path
It's all there inside you, take one day at a time
Reeling, freewheeling, I want to watch you fly
That doesn't care about summer and less about youth
Now in this silence what more is there to do
Something has broken in me and in you
In watchful dependence a satellite spins
Cautiously circling the space that I'm in
It's bouncing me signals - distorted by time
And I'm stuck here waiting for the stars to align
Dancing right in front of me, all the lives I once could see
Slipping to and slipping fro, disappearing
Who's to know where they have gone - just out of sight
Into the shadows of my night
Who started out as stars in my eyes
There's a wide horizon, go on now take a chance
Your star is shining it lights a brighter path
It's all there inside you, take one day at a time
Reeling, freewheeling, I want to watch you fly
Writer: DAVID JON GILMOUR, POLLY ANNE SAMSON
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
In Any Tongue
Home and done it's just begun
His heart weighs more, more than it ever did before
What has he done? God help my son
Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up
No sugar is enough to bring sweetness to his cup
I know sorrow tastes the same on any tongue
How was I to feel it
When a gun was in my hands
And I'd waited for so long
How was I to see straight
In the dust and blinding sun
Just a pair of boots on the ground
On the screen the young men die
The children cry in the rubble of their lives
What has he done? God help my son
Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up
The volume pumped right up is not enough to drown it out
I hear "Mama" sounds the same in any tongue
How am I to see you
When my faith stands in the way
And the wailing is long done
How am I to know you
With a joystick in my hand
When the call to arms has come
His heart weighs more, more than it ever did before
What has he done? God help my son
Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up
No sugar is enough to bring sweetness to his cup
I know sorrow tastes the same on any tongue
How was I to feel it
When a gun was in my hands
And I'd waited for so long
How was I to see straight
In the dust and blinding sun
Just a pair of boots on the ground
On the screen the young men die
The children cry in the rubble of their lives
What has he done? God help my son
Hey, stay a while, I'll stay up
The volume pumped right up is not enough to drown it out
I hear "Mama" sounds the same in any tongue
How am I to see you
When my faith stands in the way
And the wailing is long done
How am I to know you
With a joystick in my hand
When the call to arms has come
Writer: DAVID JON GILMOUR, POLLY ANNE SAMSON
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Girl In The Yellow Dress
She mesmerizes with a smile
Dark eyes as compelling as the bourbon
That girl in the canary yellow dress
Says yes
She flips a pack of cigarettes
He doesn't smoke, but he takes one nonetheless
It helps to keep his motives true, the girl was blue
What else is the poor boy supposed to do
She bounces like a flame, clothes on her
Eyes closed
Yellow dress
Runs and swirls
It's late, the hour's growing horns
The band seems to draw her ever closer
This girl gets right down in the groove, grooves a move
Leads him out to where they play the blues
She dances like a flame
Has no cares, yellow-dressed flame
Eyes closed, clouds above
She shakes pearls and snakes
Too late in this folie a troix
He sees that the heart is pounding for
Big daddy who falls down to his knees, begging her please
Lifts his sax, says "here's my little tease"
Her dancing sets the place on fire
Heaven and hell
The flames come up his spine
As she shakes pearls and snakes
Dark eyes as compelling as the bourbon
That girl in the canary yellow dress
Says yes
She flips a pack of cigarettes
He doesn't smoke, but he takes one nonetheless
It helps to keep his motives true, the girl was blue
What else is the poor boy supposed to do
She bounces like a flame, clothes on her
Eyes closed
Yellow dress
Runs and swirls
It's late, the hour's growing horns
The band seems to draw her ever closer
This girl gets right down in the groove, grooves a move
Leads him out to where they play the blues
She dances like a flame
Has no cares, yellow-dressed flame
Eyes closed, clouds above
She shakes pearls and snakes
Too late in this folie a troix
He sees that the heart is pounding for
Big daddy who falls down to his knees, begging her please
Lifts his sax, says "here's my little tease"
Her dancing sets the place on fire
Heaven and hell
The flames come up his spine
As she shakes pearls and snakes
Writer: DAVID JON GILMOUR, POLLY ANNE SAMSON
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Today
If you should wake and find me gone
Keep safe this night and dwell upon
Such murmurations, sun sunk deep
Now close your eyes and go to sleep
What a day it's been
A day of shoot the breezes
What a day it's been this time of year
Oh yes it is
Just a day when the weight of the world slides away
Feel that sun on your back
See the shadows falling
Sea meets shore and soothes it with a song
Oh yeah
If this should be my last day on Earth, I'll sing along
New day, always
Let's forget all the skies cast over the rain
And the sqouring tempest of doubt
Holding on clinging tight in the wreckage of love
But today
What a time to dream
What a day of easy
What a day it's been this time of year
Oh yeah
Just a day when the weight of the world slides away
New day, always
Evening Star, a guitar in the smoke of the fire
Light of gold in the garden of old
I will take it all again if it came my way
But today
Keep safe this night and dwell upon
Such murmurations, sun sunk deep
Now close your eyes and go to sleep
What a day it's been
A day of shoot the breezes
What a day it's been this time of year
Oh yes it is
Just a day when the weight of the world slides away
Feel that sun on your back
See the shadows falling
Sea meets shore and soothes it with a song
Oh yeah
If this should be my last day on Earth, I'll sing along
New day, always
Let's forget all the skies cast over the rain
And the sqouring tempest of doubt
Holding on clinging tight in the wreckage of love
But today
What a time to dream
What a day of easy
What a day it's been this time of year
Oh yeah
Just a day when the weight of the world slides away
New day, always
Evening Star, a guitar in the smoke of the fire
Light of gold in the garden of old
I will take it all again if it came my way
But today
Writer: DAVID JON GILMOUR, POLLY ANNE SAMSON
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Rattle That Lock is the fourth solo studio album by English musician David Gilmour. It was released on 18 September 2015 via Columbia Records. The artwork for the album was created by Dave Stansbie from The Creative Corporation under the direction of Aubrey Powell, who has worked with Gilmour and Pink Floyd since the late 1960s.
The album received generally positive reviews from critics and was a commercial success, becoming Gilmour's second UK no.1 solo album. Gilmour supported the album with the Rattle That Lock Tour throughout 2015 and 2016, with a performance from the tour at the Amphitheatre of Pompeii being made into the live album and video, Live at Pompeii (2017).
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David GilmourThe album received generally positive reviews from critics and was a commercial success, becoming Gilmour's second UK no.1 solo album. Gilmour supported the album with the Rattle That Lock Tour throughout 2015 and 2016, with a performance from the tour at the Amphitheatre of Pompeii being made into the live album and video, Live at Pompeii (2017).
Genre(s): Rock, jazz, ambient
Producer(s): David Gilmour, Phil Manzanera
Length: 51:28
Released: September 18th, 2015
Year: 2015