The Wall
Atmospheres Lyrics

Dialed up his homie Murs on the telephone
He called his friend Murs for help

Gotta talk to somebody who can tell him what the hell is wrong
He needs someone to help him figure out his problems

Brain freezing up, he don't know what to do
He's stuck and doesn't know how to proceed

But the people that know him know that it ain't nothing new
His close friends are aware that this isn't a new situation for him

Catch five rings, then an answering machine
He reached Murs' voicemail after five rings

Hang up on the beep, stare up towards the ceiling
He ended the call and looked up at the ceiling

Stood up to remember that he slept fully-dressed
He realized that he slept in his clothes

So he grabbed his keys and put a hat on his rat's nest
He took his keys and put on a hat to cover his messy hair

Stepped up to that big outside
He went outside

Somebody once said 'Today's a good day to die.'
He remembered the saying that today might be a good day to die

But he never really was a big fan of their work
He didn't care for what that person believed

So he starts up the walk by kicking sand in the dirt
He began walking and kicking sand along the way

A friend to the strangers, a stranger to friends
He is friendly towards strangers, but distant from his friends

He'll take a coffee and a pack of cigarettes when you have a minute
He'll accept a coffee and cigarettes if someone offers

Handle it. Paid up. The change, you can keep it
He paid for what he got and told the person to keep the change

He's a sucker for the morning smile and summer cleavage
He's attracted to the morning smiles and summer clothing of attractive women

If you knew him better he'd ask for some time
He would ask for some time if those around him knew him better

'cause he's looking for a reservoire to empty his mind
He wants to find a place to clear his mind

And there's only so much he can put in a song
He can't express everything he's feeling in a song

No shop value to titillate
Material things don't hold value for him

Far from shallow, so get it straight
He's not superficial and wants people to know that

Blacktop, sidewalk, and the street
He's walking on various surfaces

'cause life is priceless and talk is cheap
Life is valuable and talking alone isn't enough

And as he sits (as he sits) in his four-cornered room
He's sitting alone in his room

Following a tune, born to consume
He's listening to music, which he enjoys

Carefully learning and analyzing the lyrics you use
He's paying attention to the lyrics in the song

Finally realizing that humility is a bruise
He's understanding that being humble can be painful

Scared love don't make none
Being fearful doesn't help create love

If these walls could speak, they would peep about the fake ones
If these walls could talk, they'd reveal the fake people around him

Watching this man, falling off of his plan-
He's watching himself fail to follow his plan

Underachievin' just so he can understand.
He's intentionally underachieving to gain perspective

He would fingerpaint you a picture with his blood
He would create a picture using his own blood

A self-portrait, dramatic and morbid
It would be a dramatic and dark self-portrait

But the odds of you finding any appreciation are too slim-
The chances of someone appreciating it are low

Keeps his outlook grim
He has a negative outlook

Tap his foot to the rhythm of original sin
He's tapping his foot to the beat of sinful music

Throw his balls to the wind trying to know down these pins
He's trying hard to achieve his goals

He'll keep swinging from the hair above his chin
He'll keep trying, even though it's difficult

Till he finds his soul in the fifty cent bin
He'll keep trying until he finds true fulfillment

The price of the payphone escalates
Using a payphone is becoming more expensive

Fake smile when he takes home one of his dates
He forces a smile when he takes a date home

He could write another hate-poem for you to break
He could write another poem expressing his anger towards someone

Or maybe stay calm and wait for that big earthquake
He could wait calmly for something to change

Still surrounded by the fire and the water
He's still in the midst of chaos and turmoil

Still trying to honor this empire's daughter
He's still trying to honor his family legacy

Still answering questions you're afraid to ask
He's still willing to answer difficult questions

Still believing that God's gonna save his ass
He still has faith that things will improve