<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782708193107843010</id><updated>2011-11-27T15:31:18.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>John Mata's Picks</title><subtitle type='html'>"John Mata" Gimp "open source" "hosting service" PHP Jazz vocalist</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnmata.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782708193107843010/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnmata.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>John Mata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287078288786053656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782708193107843010.post-3383390277145460770</id><published>2008-10-13T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:15:02.732-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gunner's Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;The Gunner's Dream from Pink Floyd's Final Cut album interpreted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHb7DSfirNs/SPQiiH8YqdI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Dnr4zBNBnPg/s1600-h/TheFinalCut.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHb7DSfirNs/SPQiiH8YqdI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Dnr4zBNBnPg/s400/TheFinalCut.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256864634691430866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Gunner's Dream"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The story of a gunner's thoughts as he falls or parachutes from an aircraft to his death in the midst of a war.  The recording opens with radio communication to someone in what sounds like a helicopter.  The lyrics begin by painting a grim picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Floating down through the clouds &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Memories come rushing up to meet me now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the space between the heavens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and in the corner of some foreign field &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I had a dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Next the gunner says his goodbye to his family as he imagines his own funeral service:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good-bye Max. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Good-bye Ma. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;After the service when you're walking slowly to the car &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You hear the tolling bell &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And touch the silk in your lapel &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You take her frail hand &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And hold on to the dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The gunner then describes his dream [ The Gunner's Dream ], which is a place without war, and hunger, and there is freedom of speech and religion.   The lyrics, "&lt;span&gt;And what's more no-one ever disappears, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door," refer to the WWII era in Germany when Jews were taken from their homes in the night.  &lt;/span&gt;The line, "&lt;span&gt;And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control", is in reference to the infamous &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hyde_Park_and_Regents_Park_bombings" target="_blank"&gt;Hyde Park and Regents Park bombings&lt;/a&gt;, in which the Irish Republican Army [ IRA ] set off two bombs planted beneath bleachers killing British ceremonial bandsmen,  Eleven soldiers were killed in the attack.  The gunner's dream continues: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And everyone has recourse to the law &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And no-one kills the children anymore.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;And no one kills the children anymore".  Everyone is protected and subject to the same laws and  to justice.  Meaning no one is allowed to commit murder, thus no one kills the children, the young soldiers, anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A place to stay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Oi! A real one ..." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Enough to eat &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where you can speak out loud &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;About your doubts and fears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And what's more no-one ever disappears &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You can relax on both sides of the tracks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And everyone has recourse to the law &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And no-one kills the children anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And no one kills the children anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The song concludes with the words of the man who listened from the helicopter speaking about gunner's last words over the radio as he plunged to his death.  Forever the words will haunt this person.  At the last fourth and fifth line below Waters borrows a line, "in the corner of some foreign field..." from a famous poem called &lt;a href="http://europeanhistory.about.com/library/weekly/blbrookethesoldier.htm"&gt;"The Soldier"&lt;/a&gt; by Rupert Brooke&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;The last three lines plead that we do not let the gunner's death be in vane, that we should strive for the gunner's dream.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Night after night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Going round and round my brain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His dream is driving me insane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In the corner of some foreign field &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The gunner sleeps tonight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What's done is done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We cannot just write off his final scene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take heed of his dream. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take heed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8782708193107843010-3383390277145460770?l=johnmata.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://johnmata.blogspot.com/feeds/3383390277145460770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8782708193107843010&amp;postID=3383390277145460770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782708193107843010/posts/default/3383390277145460770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8782708193107843010/posts/default/3383390277145460770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://johnmata.blogspot.com/2008/10/pink-floyds-final-cut.html' title='The Gunner&apos;s Dream'/><author><name>John Mata</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05287078288786053656</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vHb7DSfirNs/SPQiiH8YqdI/AAAAAAAAAp4/Dnr4zBNBnPg/s72-c/TheFinalCut.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8782708193107843010.post-8804002957778174280</id><published>2008-07-05T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-05T18:51:46.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leonard Patton</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" id="Player_822690fc-90e7-4db0-87cb-ae98c4b72a87" codebase="http://fpdownload.macromedia.com/get/flashplayer/current/swflash.cab" width="336" height="280"&gt; &lt;param value="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fprojjour-20%2F8014%2F822690fc-90e7-4db0-87cb-ae98c4b72a87&amp;amp;Operation=GetDisplayTemplate" name="movie"&gt;&lt;param value="high" name="quality"&gt;&lt;param value="#FFFFFF" name="bgcolor"&gt;&lt;param value="always" name="allowscriptaccess"&gt;&lt;embed quality="high" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fprojjour-20%2F8014%2F822690fc-90e7-4db0-87cb-ae98c4b72a87&amp;amp;Operation=GetDisplayTemplate" id="Player_822690fc-90e7-4db0-87cb-ae98c4b72a87" bgcolor="#ffffff" name="Player_822690fc-90e7-4db0-87cb-ae98c4b72a87" width="336" align="middle" height="280"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://ws.amazon.com/widgets/q?ServiceVersion=20070822&amp;amp;MarketPlace=US&amp;amp;ID=V20070822%2FUS%2Fprojjour-20%2F8014%2F822690fc-90e7-4db0-87cb-ae98c4b72a87&amp;amp;Operation=NoScript"&gt;Amazon.com Widgets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Press the play button to sample the songs!  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