The Soldier's Tale (Narrated by Roger Waters): Part I: Slogging Homeword
Roger Waters, Bridgehampton Chamber Music Festival Musicians, Igor Stravinsky
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Slugging homeward every day...
But soon, soon, very soon, he will be home...
To stay
The soldier is tired, in need of a rest, so he throws
Down his pack at the side of the lane and proceeds to
Do what a soldier does best: He starts to complain
"Bloody army, I've had it up to here
I must've been mad to sign on for 10 year
Don't get me started
I might never stop
Anyroad, this here's not a bad spot." He sits down at
The side of the road, opens his pack, and grumbles on
"All is on the bloody go, broke, more or less
By heck, but my kit's in hell of a mess
Where's my Saint Joseph?" He plumbs the depths of his pack
In search of a lucky medallion he has with the face of
His namesake, Saint Joseph, neatly engraved on the back
"Ah, ha, ha, good, here we are." He carries on rummaging
In his bag, pulls out cartridges, box of matches, he
Rummages on, a mirror with most of the silvering gone
"Now where's her picture?
That would be missed
The picture she gave me, my girlfriend that is, that she
Gave me the day I went off to enlist." He finds her
Picture at last and then, hey diddle diddle, from right
In the middle, the soldier pulls out an old brown fiddle
"Ah, it didn't cost much, the tone is not rich
And you have to keep screwing it back up to pitch
Hold on." "But once in tune, by God, this an...
Well, judge for yourself
Just sit back and listen."