This is a song originally from Roger Waters’ album “Radio K.A.O.S.“, though I first heard it as the finale to the 1990 live performance of The Wall in Berlin. Posted here as a message of hope — something that’s all too rare these days.
I used to think the world was flat,
rarely threw my hat into the crowd,
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning.
Used to look in on the children at night
in the glow of their Donald Duck light,
and frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning.
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning…
The tide is turning.Satellite buzzing through the endless night,
exclusive to moonshots and world title fights.
Jesus Christ — imagine what it must be earning!
Who is the strongest? Who is the best?
Who holds the aces, the East or the West?
This is the crap our children are learning.
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning…
The tide is turning…
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning.Now the satellite’s confused,
‘cos on Saturday night
the airwaves were full of compassion and light,
and his silicon heart warmed
to the sight of a billion candles burning
I’m not saying that the battle is won,
but on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
wrested technology’s sword from the hand of the war lords.
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning…
The tide is turning…The tide is turning.