"The Flickering Flame" as written by and Roger Waters....
When my neurons conspire to direct my thoughts
Away from divorce and competitive sports
Back to the place where all rivers run to the sea
Then I shall be free
Yes I shall be free

On a see-saw in a strange land
The jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's hand
And the fiddlers played
And the planners plan what would be
On a back seat in a court room
Sat Molly Malone and Leopold Bloom
Until the police came down with a new broom
And swept them clean

Like Geronimo
Like Quinn the Eskimo
Like the Blackfoot
And like the Arapaho
Like Crazy Horse
I'll be the last one to lay down my gun

On the open road in a bar room
A pick up band plays a new tune
When the coloured girls sing
I feel my heart boom
When a new song hits the right note
When a clearing sky saves an old boat
When an insight strikes the mote
From mine own eye

Like Geronimo
Like Quinn the Eskimo
Like the Blackfoot
And like the Arapaho
Like Crazy Horse
I'll be the last one to lay down my gun

Just out of sight
Beyond the next range
I'll feel the heat of a flickering flame

On an African Plain by a thorn tree
My old friend Philippe is waiting for me
Que cera, cera
What ever will be will be
When a friend dies and the tears rise
From that deep well that never runs dry
And the women break their bracelets
And the men take their whisky outside

In a pied-a-terre on the rue St Denis
The red velvet curtain pulls back to reveal
The place where the dark side meets the angel in me
The angel in me

When my synapses pause in my quest for applause
When my ego lets go of my end of the bone
To focus instead on the love that is precious to me
Then I shall be free
I shall be free

Lyrics submitted by PolesApart76

"Flickering Flame [New Demo]" as written by Roger Waters

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    General CommentI wanted to explain a few things about this song- first, alot of Rogers bitterness towards the members of Floyd is starting to subside. I read the interviews and he clearly is "letting go of his end of the bone..." He is getting older now and is finding peace within himself while still retaining his passion. A few mentionables about the song. His "old friend Philippe" is a good friend from France who spent much of his life in Africa. Roger took his death hard. Also, The "rue St. Denis" is a street in France where prostitutes work. the "petit theatre" is a place where french men take their mistresses. And last, a "mote" in this case refers to a spec of dust.
    This song can be found on the rare collectors edition called Roger Waters THE FLICKERING FLAME The Solo Years Volume 1. It has NO USA release date but the Australian version can be purchased through CD NOW.com or eBay. Email PolesApart76@aol.com for further info.
    PolesApart76on June 29, 2002   Link

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