Anderson Shelter
Roger Waters Lyrics


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Hilda Bloggs: It's funny to think there's no shelters this time. We had an old Anderson in the garden. I can see it now! We have stertians growing all over it. And we painted the front green. Painted it looked quite pretty! Next door grew cabbages on theirs.

Jim Bloggs: Yeah. We had a Morrison. Mmm, I used to sleep in it. I stuck pin-up girls all over the inside. Betty Grabel, Ann Shelton, Tricia Rock. The roof got all smokey 'cause I used to read in bed with a candle.

Hilda Bloggs: Yes, it was nice at the war really. The shelters, the blackouts, cups of tea.

Jim Bloggs: The A.R.P., the evacuees, London kids seeing cows for the first time.
Hilda Bloggs: Old Churchill on the wireless!





Jim Bloggs: Those were the days.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Anderson Shelter" by Roger Waters offer a unique perspective on the Second World War. The conversation between Hilda and Jim Bloggs reminisces about the war, in a rather nostalgic manner. Hilda seems to be fondly remembering the small pleasures of wartime, such as painting the front of their Anderson shelter green and growing cabbages on their neighbor's shelter. Jim has similarly absorbed the experiences of the war, but with a more personal touch. He reflects on his old Morrison shelter, where he used to sleep and stick pin-up girls like Betty Grabel and Ann Shelton. In his words, the roof of the shelter would get "smokey" because he would read in bed with a candle.


Despite the obvious hardships of war, the lyrics convey a sense of wistfulness towards that era, highlighting the sense of community that was fostered during those times. Both Hilda and Jim reminisce about the simple pleasures of life during the war, such as cups of tea and listening to Winston Churchill on the wireless. Overall, "Anderson Shelter" presents a unique perspective on World War II, looking beyond the horror and destruction of the war, offering a glimpse of the simpler times that came with wartime.


Line by Line Meaning

It's funny to think there's no shelters this time.
Hilda recalls the absence of bomb shelters during wartime and finds it amusing.


We had an old Anderson in the garden.
Hilda and her family had an Anderson bomb shelter in their garden during the war.


And we painted the front green. Painted it looked quite pretty!
They painted the front of their Anderson shelter green and thought it looked attractive.


Next door grew cabbages on theirs.
Their neighbors used their Anderson shelter to grow cabbages.


Yeah. We had a Morrison.
Jim mentions that they had a Morrison bomb shelter during the war.


Mmm, I used to sleep in it.
Jim remembers sleeping in the Morrison shelter during the war.


I stuck pin-up girls all over the inside. Betty Grabel, Ann Shelton, Tricia Rock.
Jim decorated the inside of the Morrison shelter with pin-up girls.


The roof got all smokey 'cause I used to read in bed with a candle.
Jim used to read in bed with a candle and the smoke caused discoloration on the roof of the Morrison shelter.


Yes, it was nice at the war really. The shelters, the blackouts, cups of tea.
Despite the hardships of war, Hilda looks back on it with fondness, remembering the bomb shelters, blackouts, and cups of tea.


The A.R.P., the evacuees, London kids seeing cows for the first time.
Jim remembers the Air Raid Precautions, the evacuation of children, and city kids experiencing rural life for the first time.


Old Churchill on the wireless!
Hilda fondly remembers hearing Winston Churchill's speeches on the radio during the war.


Those were the days.
Jim looks back on the wartime as a simpler and more innocent time in his life.




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Comments from YouTube:

JeffKyler14

I just realized this sounds a lot like Rock-a-bye Baby... Even the lyrics of it mentions "When the wind blows, the cradle will rock" which makes perfect sense in a dark way. Knowing what happens to them in the end makes it even more tragic and heartbreaking.

Jerrid P. Esquire The 27th

oh my

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