Flickering Flame
Roger Waters Lyrics


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When my neurons conspire to direct my thoughts
Away from divorce and competitive sports
Back to the place where all rivers run to the sea
Then I shall be free
Yes I shall be free

On a see-saw in a strange land
The jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's hand
And the fiddlers played
And the planners plan what would be
On a back seat in a court room
Sat Molly Malone and Leopold Bloom
Until the police came down with a new broom
And swept them clean

Like Geronimo
Like Quinn the Eskimo
Like the Blackfoot
And like the Arapaho
Like Crazy Horse
I'll be the last one to lay down my gun

On the open road in a bar room
A pick up band plays a new tune
When the coloured girls sing
I feel my heart boom
When a new song hits the right note
When a clearing sky saves an old boat
When an insight strikes the mote
From mine own eye

Like Geronimo
Like Quinn the Eskimo
Like the Blackfoot
And like the Arapaho
Like Crazy Horse
I'll be the last one to lay down my gun

Just out of sight
Beyond the next range
I'll feel the heat of a flickering flame

On an African Plain by a thorn tree
My old friend Philippe is waiting for me
Que cera, cera
What ever will be will be
When a friend dies and the tears rise
From that deep well that never runs dry
And the women break their bracelets
And the men take their whisky outside

In a pied-a-terre on the rue St Denis
The red velvet curtain pulls back to reveal
The place where the dark side meets the angel in me
The angel in me

When my synapses pause in my quest for applause
When my ego lets go of my end of the bone
To focus instead on the love that is precious to me




Then I shall be free
I shall be free

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Flickering Flame" describe a journey through different places, times and emotions. The song's stream-of-consciousness style takes the listener from introspection to observation, from personal dilemmas to larger patterns of history and society. The first stanza depicts a moment of mental clarity, where the singer abandons mundane concerns and feels a sense of liberation. The second stanza mentions several figures from Native American and Irish culture who resisted colonization and are associated with heroic or folktale qualities. The third stanza celebrates the power of music to evoke emotional responses, from heartbeats to epiphanies. The fourth stanza mentions a friend who passed away and the rituals of mourning, as well as a vision of reconciliation between the dark and the light in the singer's mind. The last stanza speaks of letting go of ego and seeking love as a source of freedom.


The song was written by Roger Waters in 2002, and appeared in his second solo album, "Flickering Flame: The Solo Years, Volume 1". The album is a retrospective of Waters' work after leaving Pink Floyd, and includes some new tracks such as this one, as well as re-recorded versions of older material. The title "Flickering Flame" was taken from a line in Waters' song "Lost Boys Calling", which was featured in the movie "The Legend of 1900". The album cover features a photo of Waters holding a match, with a montage of his face in different poses superimposed on it.


Line by Line Meaning

When my neurons conspire to direct my thoughts
When my brain cells work together to take my mind away from negative influences


Away from divorce and competitive sports
Away from marital separation and the unhealthy competitive nature of sports


Back to the place where all rivers run to the sea
Back to a peaceful place from where everything flows smoothly


Then I shall be free
Then I shall experience freedom


On a see-saw in a strange land
In an unfamiliar place where things are unstable


The jackdaw sat on the Cardinal's hand
A bird sitting on the hand of a high-ranking Catholic religious leader


And the fiddlers played
Music being played on the fiddle


And the planners plan what would be
And those in charge make decisions for the future


On a back seat in a court room
Sitting in the rear of a courtroom


Sat Molly Malone and Leopold Bloom
Two fictional characters sitting together


Until the police came down with a new broom
Until the arrival of the police who make changes


And swept them clean
And cleared them away


Like Geronimo
The person being akin to a persistent warrior


Like Quinn the Eskimo
The person being similar to an elusive figure


Like the Blackfoot
The person being like a Native American tribe known for their competitiveness


And like the Arapaho
The person being like a Native American tribe known for their negotiating skills


Like Crazy Horse
The person being like a Native American war leader known for his courage and bravery


I'll be the last one to lay down my gun
I'll be the last one to give up


On the open road in a bar room
Inside a tavern while traveling


A pick up band plays a new tune
A makeshift band plays a new song


When the coloured girls sing
When women of color start singing


I feel my heart boom
I feel my heart beating fast


When a new song hits the right note
When a new song is played perfectly


When a clearing sky saves an old boat
When bright, clear weather saves a rickety or old boat from crashing


When an insight strikes the mote
When a realization removes a small obstacle


From mine own eye
From my personal experience


Just out of sight
Just outside of what is visible


Beyond the next range
Past the next turning point


I'll feel the heat of a flickering flame
I'll feel the warmth of a small, unstable fire


On an African Plain by a thorn tree
On a flat, sprawling area in Africa beside a prickly plant


My old friend Philippe is waiting for me
An old friend named Philippe is waiting to meet me


Que cera, cera
Whatever will be, will be


What ever will be will be
What is going to happen will happen


When a friend dies and the tears rise
When a close acquaintance passes away and sadness wells up


From that deep well that never runs dry
From within that limitless source of pain


And the women break their bracelets
The women mourned by taking off their bracelets.


And the men take their whisky outside
The men go outside for a drink


In a pied-a-terre on the rue St Denis
In a small temporary dwelling on rue St Denis


The red velvet curtain pulls back to reveal
The revealing of a luxury red velvet drape as it pulls back


The place where the dark side meets the angel in me
The place where my good and bad sides coexist


When my synapses pause in my quest for applause
When my brain cells stop seeking validation and recognition


When my ego lets go of my end of the bone
When I stop being too possessive of something


To focus instead on the love that is precious to me
To concentrate instead on my loved ones


Then I shall be free
Then I shall experience freedom




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: ROGER WATERS

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Gabriel Alexander

Amused to Death is the best solo album ever written in this Planet.

Outdoor Adventures

I concur

Jaap Koop

Well, Is This The Live We Really Want is a good contender imho as well

Andrew B

I agree. I hate Rodger Waters for his philosophy. But there is not disputing his talent. Love that album also.

Harry Francis

Really expected more from Roger, on this vinyl.
Still enjoyed the tempo and sound.
Amused to Death-------my choice 4 the best.

Wilson Brito

Inconfudivel e unico nao tem igual saudades amigo salvador
Bahia.

Местный Житель

100%

Jo Gabriel Costa

LOve Too Much Rope, Amused To Death is sacred for me.

Patrick Tim

Very Very Good Thanks

Silvano Rossi

Each Small Candle is like a message from the God almighty

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