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Pink Floyd – Dogs (Animal Farm edit)

Pink Floyd – Dogs HD (Animal Farm edit) from the Album Animals 1977 Created by rgb addictd Vimeo: http://vimeo.com/42401427.
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25 Responses to Pink Floyd – Dogs (Animal Farm edit)

  1. Hello dear G + Friends !
    Have a lovely & beautiful beginning of a new work week.

    P.S. After ‘only few’ attempts to put this video-clip on, someone
    (personally, I don’t care at all who in specific) of “POWERS THAT BE”
    hypocrites has finally approved & gave me the permission !!!
    Not cynical at all … no way :(((
    What’s next : “Ausweiss Bitte” !?!

    #nohashtagsneeded 

  2. Bez komentarza ……
    ponieważ każdy obraz jest więcej wart niż 1000 słów … The Joker 😉

    You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
    You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you’re on the street
    You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
    And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
    You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.
    And after a while, you can work on points for style
    Like the club tie, and the firm handshake
    A certain look in the eye, and an easy smile
    You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
    So that when they turn their backs on you
    You’ll get the chance to put the knife in.
    You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
    You know it’s going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
    And in the end you’ll pack up, fly down south
    Hide your head in the sand
    Just another sad old man
    All alone and dying of cancer.
    And when you loose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown
    And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
    And it’s too late to loose the weight you used to need to throw around
    So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
    Dragged down by the stone.
    I gotta admit that I’m a little bit confused
    Sometimes it seems to me as if I’m just being used
    Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
    If I don’t stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
    Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
    That everyone’s expendable and no-one has a real friend
    And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
    And everythings done under the sun
    And you believe at heart, everyone’s a killer.
    Who was born in a house full of pain
    Who was trained not to spit in the fan
    Who was told what to do by the man
    Who was broken by trained personnel
    Who was fitted with collar and chain
    Who was given a pat on the back
    Who was breaking away from the pack
    Who was only a stranger at home
    Who was ground down in the end
    Who was found dead on the phone
    Who was dragged down by the stone.

  3. Dogs.

    You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need.
    You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you’re on the street,
    You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
    And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight,
    You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking.

    And after a while, you can work on points for style.
    Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
    A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
    You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,
    So that when they turn their backs on you,
    You’ll get the chance to put the knife in.

    You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
    You know it’s going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
    get older.
    And in the end you’ll pack up and fly down south,
    Hide your head in the sand,
    Just another sad old man,
    All alone and dying of cancer.

    And when you loose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown.
    And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
    And it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
    around.
    So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
    Dragged down by the stone.

    I gotta admit that I’m a little bit confused.
    Sometimes it seems to me as if I’m just being used.
    Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
    If I don’t stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
    maze?

    Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
    That everyone’s expendable and no-one has a real friend.
    And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
    And everything’s done under the sun,
    And you believe at heart, everyone’s a killer.

    Who was born in a house full of pain.
    Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
    Who was told what to do by the man.
    Who was broken by trained personnel.
    Who was fitted with collar and chain.
    Who was given a pat on the back.
    Who was breaking away from the pack.
    Who was only a stranger at home.
    Who was ground down in the end.
    Who was found dead on the phone.
    Who was dragged down by the stone.
    

  4. The song is called Dogs. The whole is pretty much just pigs… you could
    have just used Pigs from the same album…

  5. a história verídica de todas as dominações do homem pelo homem, numa fábula
    inconfundível e uma trilha primorosa… assistam, enquanto ainda está no
    ar, não me admira muito em breve pedirem a remoção

  6. Could someone explain how from an english-speaking point of view to
    understand “Who was trained not to spit in the fan” at the end of the song
    Dogs.

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