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Comparing Pink Floyd's "Animals" with "The Catcher in the Rye"
Transcript of Comparing Pink Floyd's "Animals" with "The Catcher in the Rye"
alienation as a form of self protection
phoniness of the adult world and what it takes to be a successful capitalist
rejection of capitalism and conformity
"Pigs On The Wing
If you didn't care what happened to me,
And didn't care for you,
We would zig zag our way through the boredom and pain
Occasionally glancing up through the rain.
Wondering which of the buggers to blame
And watching for pigs on the wing.
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 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.
"...the phoniest bastard [Holden] ever met in [his] life. Ten times worse than old Thurmer."
"...old Haas went around shaking hands with everybody's parents when they drove up to school. He'd be charming as hell and all... Haas would just shake hands with them and give them a phony smile..."
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
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.
"I figured I'd be dead in a couple months because I had cancer. I really did. I was even positive I would be."
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 thought I'd just go down, down, down, and nobody'd ever see me again."
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.
"'Life is a game, boy.'"
- Mr Spencer
"...if you get on the
side, where there aren't any hot-shots, then what's a game about? Nothing. No game."
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.
Big man, pig man,
ha ha charade you are.
You well heeled big wheel,
ha ha charade you are.
And when your hand is on your heart,
You're nearly a good laugh,
Almost a joker,
With your head down in the pig bin,
Saying "Keep on digging."
Pig stain on your fat chin.
What do you hope to find.
When you're down in the pig mine.
You're nearly a laugh,
You're nearly a laugh
But you're really a cry.
The "big phony bastard" who "made a pot of dough in the undertaking business"
Hey you, Whitehouse,
Ha ha charade you are.
You house proud town mouse,
Ha ha charade you are
You're trying to keep our feelings off the street.
. . .
Mary you're nearly a treat
But you're really a cry.
phony "snob" who was "putting all these dumb, show-offy ripples in the high notes, and ... other tricky stuff"
his audience would "always clap at the wrong time"
What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.
Meek and obedient you follow the leader
Down well trodden corridors into the
valley of steel.
What a surprise!
A look of terminal shock in your eyes
Now things are really what they seem.
No, this is not a bad dream.
The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
He makes me down to lie
Through pastures green He leadeth me the silent waters by.
With brights knives He releaseth my soul.
He maketh me to hang on hooks in high places.
He converteth me to lamb cutlets,
For lo, He hath great power, and great hunger.
When cometh the day we lowly ones,
Through quiet reflection, and great dedication
Master the art of karate,
Lo, we shall rise up,
And then we'll make the bugger's eyes water.
"I can just see the big phony bastard shifting into first gear and asking Jesus to send him a few more stiffs"
"the Catholic boy... that was trying to find out if I was a Catholic"
"no good for a nice conversation"
Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.
Wave upon wave of demented avengers
out of obscurity into the dream.
Have you heard the news?
The dogs are dead!
You better stay home
And do as you're told.
Get out of the road if you want to grow old.
"The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of a mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one."
"Pigs on the Wing
You know that I care what happens to you,
And know that you care for me too.
So I don't feel alone,
Or the weight of the stone,
Now that I've found somewhere safe
To bury my bone.
And any fool knows a dog needs a home,
A shelter from pigs on the wing.