DOGS
PINK
FLOYD
SONGWRITERS:
ROGER WATERS & DAVID GILMOR
COUNTRY: U.
K.
ALBUM: ANIMALS
LABEL: HARVEST/EMI
GENRE: PROGRESSIVE
ROCK
YEAR: 1977
"Dogs"
(originally composed as "You've Got to Be Crazy") is a song by
English progressive rock band Pink Floyd, released on the album Animals in
1977. This song was one of several to be considered for the band's "best
of" álbum Echoes: The Best of Pink Floyd.
The music was written in
1974 by David Gilmour and Roger Waters, with lyrics by Waters, and originally
titled "You've Got to Be Crazy". Waters modified the lyrics in some parts, transposed the
key to suit both Gilmour's and his vocals, and retitled it "Dogs".
The version on Animals is 17 minutes long.
The main theme features what were, for Pink Floyd, rather
unusual chords. In the final version's key of D minor, the
chords are D minor ninth, E♭maj7sus2/B♭,
A sus2sus4, and A♭sus2(♯11).
All these chords contain the tonic of the song, D—even as a tritone, as is the
case in the fourth chord.
You got to be crazy, 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 in 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.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it's going to get harder, and harder,
and harder as you get older
And in the end you'll pack, fly down south
Hide your head in the sand
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer.
And when you lose control, you'll reap the harvest that you've 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 alone
Dragged down by the stone.
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 of 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 had a real friend
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
Everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.
Who was born in a house full of pain
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
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.
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