Don't know anyone else that writes songs like Waters.
I do, my 7 year old cousin!
I’m in bed (Doctor, doctor)
Achin’ head (Doctor, doctor)
Gold is lead (Doctor, doctor)
Choke on bread (Doctor, doctor)
Underfed (Doctor, doctor)
Gold is lead (Doctor, doctor)
Jesus bled (Doctor, doctor)
Pain is red (Doctor, doctor)
Dark doom
Gruel ghoul, greasy spoon
Used spoon, June bloom
Music seems to help the pain
Seems to cultivate the brain
Doctor kindly tell your wife that
I’m alive
Flowers thrive
Real eyes
Realise
Real lies
Was the kind of embarrassing crude meager attempts at something that could resemble lyrics he would dabble with, here compared to the rich imaginative poetic language of his peer and band mate Syd Barrett around the same time:
Feel
You feel me
away far too empty, oh so alone!
I want to go home
Oh find me inside of a nocturne - the blonde
how I love you to be by my side
they wail...
the crowd on her side
she straggled the bridge by the water...
She misses her crawl
far ley grew
heady aside in a dell
inside an eye be the lonely one, my bride
how I leave on the waddling wheel
they flail...
a gasp shringing
a bad bell's ringing
the angel - the daughter...
Or this:
Wolfpack
Howling the pack in formation appears
Diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead
Waving us back in formation,
The pack in formation
Bowling they bat as a group
And the leader is seen so early
The pack on their backs, the fighters
Through misty the waving the pack in formation
Far reaching waves
On sight, shone right
I lay as if in surround
All enmeshing, hovering
The milder I gaze
All the animals laying trail
Beyond the bough winds
Mild the reflecting electricity eyes
Tears, the life that was ours
Grows sharper and stronger away and beyond
Short wheeling fresh spring
Gripped with blanched bones moaned
Magnesium, proverbs and sobs
Howling the pack in formation appears
Diamonds and clubs, light misted fog, the dead
Waving us back in formation,
The pack in formation.
Information!
Then about 20 years later Roger Water's has matured to write decent "misfit teen" lyric's like this, that at least makes sense, even if still rather primitive in any artistic sense and with rather cliché thematics and straight forward banal points:
Amused to Death
Doctor doctor, what is wrong with me?
This supermarket life, is getting long
What is the heart life of a color TV?
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen?
Ooh Western Woman
Ooh Western Girl
News hound sniffs the air
When Jessica Hahn goes down
He latches onto that symbol of detachment
Attracted by the peeling way of feeling
The celebrity of the abused shell, the belle
Ooh Western Woman
Ooh Western Girl
The children on Melrose strut their stuff
Is absolute zero cold enough?
And out in the valley, warm and clean
The little ones sit by the TV screen
No thoughts to think
No tears to cry
All sucked dry
Down to the very last breath
Bartender what is wrong with me?
Why am I so out of breath?
The captain said 'Excuse me ma'am'
'This species has amused itself to death'