Roger Waters - The Gunner’s Dream

Last night I watched the 2013 documentary film “The Man Who Saved The World” The man’s name is Stanislav Petrov. The year before Stanislav saved the World In the year 1982 I wrote a song “The Gunner’s Dream” It’s weird to think that had Stanislav not been In the right place at the right time None of us would be alive No one under the age of 37 Would have have been born at all. It is acknowledged by all but the cretins amongst us That nuclear arms have no value It is also acknowledged that They are a ticking bomb And we ignore them at our peril Accidents happen The Stanislavs of this world are a rare breed. We’ve been extraordinarily lucky. If I ruled the world, I would heed the words of the wise I would get rid of nuclear weapons First thing tomorrow morning. On Dr. King’s name day. Of course no-one can rule the world The world cannot be ruled It can only be loved and respected and shared. If we’re still here in the morning So here is a new recording and video of “The Gunner’s Dream“ As a gift from me and my lovely band and our friends To you With our love R. Roger Waters: Piano and Vocal Dave Kilminster: Guitar Joey Waronker: Drums Lucius- Jess Wolfe and Holly Laessig: Vocals Gus Seyffert: Bass Jonathan Wilson: Guitar Jon Carin: Piano and Keys Bo Koster: Hammond Wrangled together by Sean Evans & Roger Waters Mixed by Gus Seyffert Mastered by Dave Cooley at Elysian Masters Edited by Andy Jennison Official Website: Listen to Roger Waters on your favorite platform: Follow Roger Waters on Social Media: Facebook: Instagram: Twitter: Subscribe to Roger Waters’ Channel: ______ Lyrics: Floating down, through the clouds Memories come rushing up to meet me now But in the space between the heavens And the corner of some foreign field I had a dream I had a dream Goodbye Max, goodbye Ma After the service, when you’re walking 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 teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the band You take her frail hand And hold on to the dream A place to stay, 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 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 the dream Take heed