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The final cut de Pink Floyd

Álbum de Pink Floyd

1983
★★★★★
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  • Fecha de lanzamiento: 21 de Marzo de 1983
  • Sello Discográfico: Harvest
  • Compositores: Roger Waters
  • Productores: Roger Waters, James Guthrie, Michael Kamen

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The final cut es un álbum de Pink Floyd, publicado en 1983 por Harvest. El disco incluye 12 canciones, entre ellas «The Post War Dream», «Your Possible Pasts», «One Of The Few» y «The Hero's Return».

The Final Cut, lanzado en 1983, es el duodécimo álbum de estudio de Pink Floyd y el último en contar con la participación de Roger Waters. Subtitulado "Un réquiem por el sueño de la posguerra por Roger Waters, interpretado por Pink Floyd", el álbum es, en esencia, un álbum en solitario de Waters. Él compuso todas las canciones y letras, y su visión domina por completo el disco. Es un álbum conceptual profundamente antibelicista, inspirado por la Guerra de las Malvinas y la muerte de su padre en la Segunda Guerra Mundial. Musicalmente, es un trabajo sombrío, orquestal y con poca de la dinámica de banda que caracterizó sus obras anteriores, lo que lo convierte en uno de los álbumes más controvertidos de su discografía.

El origen del álbum

Las tensiones dentro de Pink Floyd alcanzaron su punto álgido durante la creación de "The Final Cut". El álbum se originó a partir de material sobrante de The Wall. Roger Waters quería crear una banda sonora para la película, pero el resto de la banda no estaba de acuerdo. La Guerra de las Malvinas en 1982 le dio a Waters un nuevo enfoque conceptual: un ataque directo a la guerra y a los políticos que la promovían.

La grabación fue un proceso miserable. Waters y David Gilmour discutían constantemente sobre la dirección musical, y Gilmour sentía que las canciones no tenían la calidad suficiente. Richard Wright ya no era miembro de la banda, y Nick Mason fue reemplazado en algunas pistas por el batería de sesión Andy Newmark. La colaboración con el compositor orquestal Michael Kamen fue crucial, ya que sus arreglos sinfónicos dominan gran parte del sonido del álbum.

Estilo y contenido temático

El sonido de "The Final Cut" está dominado por la voz y las letras de Waters, con la música a menudo sirviendo como un telón de fondo dramático. Es un álbum muy poco guitarrero para los estándares de Pink Floyd, con los solos de Gilmour siendo escasos, aunque emocionalmente potentes. El álbum utiliza una innovadora técnica de grabación de sonido holofónico para crear un efecto de audio 3D inmersivo, lleno de efectos de sonido como explosiones y conversaciones.

Temáticamente, es una obra muy personal en la que Waters exorciza sus demonios sobre la pérdida de su padre y su furia contra el sistema político. Las letras son directas, amargas y llenas de rabia.

Las canciones clave

El álbum es una obra continua. Canciones como "The Gunner's Dream" y "The Fletcher Memorial Home" son ejemplos perfectos del estilo del álbum: piezas teatrales y orquestales con una interpretación vocal casi hablada de Waters. "Your Possible Pasts" y "The Final Cut" contienen algunos de los solos de guitarra más desgarradores de Gilmour.

El único sencillo, "Not Now John", es la única canción del álbum con David Gilmour como vocalista principal y es, con diferencia, el tema más rockero y directo del disco. La letra es una crítica sarcástica a la apatía de la sociedad.

El álbum en listas

A pesar de su naturaleza poco comercial, el álbum fue un éxito, alcanzando el número 1 en el Reino Unido. Marcó el final de la era de ventas masivas de la banda en Estados Unidos.

Valoración crítica

La crítica fue muy polarizada. Algunos lo aclamaron como una gran obra valiente y personal, mientras que otros lo criticaron duramente por ser autocomplaciente y por carecer de la musicalidad de los álbumes anteriores de Pink Floyd. La revista Rolling Stone le dio cinco estrellas, pero Melody Maker lo describió como "un punto de inflexión en la historia de lo horrible". "The Final Cut" sigue siendo un álbum divisivo, pero es un documento fascinante que marca el violento final de una de las colaboraciones más importantes de la historia del rock. Poco después de su lanzamiento, Roger Waters dejaría la banda, dando por terminado a Pink Floyd, aunque Gilmour y Mason resucitarían el nombre años más tarde.

Listado de Canciones

  1. The Post War Dream3:02

    Letra

    Tell me true tell me why was Jesus crucified Is it for this that daddy died? Was it for you? was it me? Did I watch too much t.v.? Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes? If it wasn't for the nips Being so good at building ships The yards would still be open on the clyde And it can't be much fun for them Beneath the rising sun With all their kids committing suicide What have we done maggie what have we done What have we done to England Should we shout should we scream "What happened to the post war dream?" Oh Maggie Maggie what have we done?
  2. Your Possible Pasts4:22

    Letra

    They flutter behind you your possible pasts Some brightened and crazy some frightened and lost A warning to anyone still in command Of their possible future to take care In derelict sidings the poppies entwine With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time Do you remember me? how we used to be? Do you think we should be closer? She stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs Stepping uo boldly one put out his hand He said, " I was just a child then now I'm only a man" Do you remember me? how we used to be? Do you think we should be closer? By the cold and religious we were taken in hand Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay And strung out behind us the banners and flags Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags Do you remember me? how we used to be? Do you think we should be closer?
  3. One Of The Few1:23

    Letra

    When you're one of the few, To land on your feet. What do you do to make ends meet? (Teach) Make 'em mad Make 'em sad Make 'em add two and two Make 'em me Make 'em you Make 'em do what you want them to Make 'em laugh Make 'em cry Make 'em lay down and die
  4. The Hero's Return2:56

    Letra

    Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about? Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape. When I was their age all the lights went out. There was no time to whine or mope about. And even now part of me flies over Dresden at angels one five. Though they'll never fathom it begind my Sarcasm desperate memories lie. Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good. Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you. And there is something that I've locked away A memory that is too painful To withstand the light of day. When we came back from the war the banners and Flags hung on everyone's door. We danced and we sang in the street and The church bells rang. But burning in my heart My memory smolders on Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.
  5. The Gunners Dream5:07

    Letra

    Floating down through the clouds Memories come rushing up to meet me now. In the space between the heavens and in the corner of some foreign field I had a dream. I had a dream. Good-bye Max. Good-bye Ma. After the serng slowly to the car And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air You hear the tolling bell And touch the silk in your lapel And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band You take her frail hand And hold on to the dream. A place to stay "Oi! A real one" Enough to eat Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street Where you can speak out loud About your doubts and fears And what's more no-one ever disappears You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door. You can relax on both sides of the tracks And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control And everyone has recourse to the law And no-one kills the children anymore. And no one kills the children anymore. Night after night Going round and round my brain His dream is driving me insane. In the corner of some foreign field The gunner sleeps tonight. What's done is done. We cannot just write off his final scene. Take heed of his dream. Take heed.
  6. Paranoid Eyes3:40

    Letra

    Button your lip. Don't let the shield slip. Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask. And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions You can hide, hide, hide, "I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five" "Ta! You was unlucky there son" "Time gentleman!" Behind paranoid eyes. You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar. Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar, Laughing too loud at the rest of the world With the boys in the crowd You hide, hide, hide, Behind petrified eyes. You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory. Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high. And you hide, hide, hide, Behind brown and mild eyes.
  7. Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert1:19

    Letra

    "Oi, get your filthy hands off my desert!" "What 'e say?" Brezhnev took Afghanistan. Begin took Beirut. Galtieri took the Union Jack. And Maggie, over lunch one day, Took a cruiser with all hands. Apparently, to make him give it back
  8. The Fletcher Memorial Home4:11

    Letra

    Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home, a little place of their own. The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings. And they can appear to themselves every day On closed circuit T.V. To make sure they're still real. It's the only connection they feel. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig, Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisly, "Hello Maggie!" Mr. Brezhnev and party. "Who's the bald chap?" The ghost of McCarthy, The memories of Nixon. "Good-bye!" And now, adding color, a group of anonymous latin- American Meat packing glitterati. Did they expect us to treat them with any respect? They can polish their medals and sharpen their Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for awhile. Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead. Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye With their favorite toys They'll be good girls and boys In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial Wasters of life and limb. Is everyone in? Are you having a nice time? Now the final solution can be applied.
  9. Southampton Dock2:13

    Letra

    They disembarked in '45 And no-one spoke and no-one smiled There were too many spaces in the line. And gathered at the cenotaph All agreed with the hand on heart To sheath the sacrificial knives. But now She stands upon Southampton dock With her handkerchief And her summer frock Clings to her wet body in the rain. In quiet desperation knuckles White upon the slippery reins She bravely waves the boys Goodbye again. And still the dark stain spreads between Their shoulder blades. A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves. And when the fight was over We spent what they had made. But in the bottom of our hearts We felt the final cut.
  10. The Final Cut4:46

    Letra

    Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes I can barely define the shape of this moment in time And far from flying high in clear blue skies I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide. If you negotiate the minefield in the drive And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall, Dial the combination, open the priest hole And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall. There's a kid who had a big hallucination Making love to girls in magazines. He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith. Could anybody love him Or is it just a crazy dream? And if I show you my dark side Will you still hold me tonight? And if I open my heart to you And show you my weak side What would you do? Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone? Would you take the children away And leave me alone? And smile in reassurance As you whisper down the phone? Would you send me packing? Or would you take me home? Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings, Thought I oughta tear the curtain down. I held the blade in trembling hands Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang I never had the nerve to make the final cut. "Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen its a HaHa!"
  11. Not Now John5:01

    Letra

    Fuck all that we've got to get on with these Gotta compete with the wily Japanese. There's too many home fires burning And not enough trees. So fuck all that We've go to get on with these. Can't stop Lose job Mind gone Silicon What bomb Get away Pay day Make hay Break down Need fix Big six Clickity click Hold on Oh no Brrrrrrrrrring bingo! Make 'em laugh. Make 'em cry. Make 'em dance in the aisles. Make 'em pay. Make 'em stay. Make 'em feel ok. Not nah John We've got to get on with the film show. Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow. Who cares what it's about As long as the kids go? Not now John Got to get on with the show. Hang on John we've got to get on with this. I don't know what it is But it fits on here like Come at the end of the shift We'll go and get pissed. But now now John I've got to get on with this. Hold on John I think there's something good on. I used to read books but It could be the news Or some other abuse Or it could be reusable shows. Fuck all that we've got to get on with these Got to compete with the wily Japanese. No need to worry about the Vietnamese. Got to bring the Russian Bear to his knees. Well, maybe not the Russian Bear Maybe the Swedes. We showed Argentina Now let's go and show these. Make us feel tough And wouldn't Maggie be pleased? Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah! "S'cusi dove il bar (What?) Se para collo pou eine toe bar s'il vous plait ou est le bar (Say it in English!) Oi, where's the fucking bar John? (Oh, now you're talking!)" Oh! Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the day Down! Go, Maggie! Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, now!
  12. Two Suns In The Sunset5:14

    Letra

    In my rear view mirror the sun is going down Sinking behind bridges in the road And I think of all the good things That we have left undone And I suffer premonitions Confirm suspicions Of the holocaust to come. The wire that holds the cork That keeps the anger in Gives way And suddenly it's day again. The sun is in the east Even though the day is done. Two suns in the sunset Hmm Could be the human race is run. Like the moment when the brakes lock And you slide towards the big truck "Oh no!" "Daddy, Daddy!" You stretch the frozen moments with your fear. And you'll never hear their voices And you'll never see their faces You have no recourse to the law anymore. And as the windshield melts My tears evaporate Leaving only charcoal to defend. Finally I understand the feelings of the few. Ashes and diamonds Foe and friend We were all equal in the end. "And now the weather. Tomorrow will be cloudy with scattered showers Spreading from the east with an expected high of 4000 degrees Celsius"