Perfect Sense Pt. 1
Roger Waters Lyrics


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The monkey sat on a pile of stones
And stared at the broken bone in his hand
And the stains of a Viennese quartet
Rang out across the land

The monkey looked up at the stars
And thought to himself
Memory is a stranger
History is for fools

And he cleaned his hands
In a pool of holy writing
Turned his back on the garden
And set out for the nearest town

Hold on hold on soldier
When you add it all up
The tears and the marrowbone
There's an ounce of gold

And an ounce of pride in each ledger
And the Germans killed the Jews
And the Jews killed the Arabs
And the Arabs killed the hostages

And that is the news
And is it any wonder
That the monkey's confused
He said Mama Mama

The President's a fool
Why do I have to keep reading
These technical manuals
And the joint chiefs of staff

And the brokers on Wall Street said
Don't make us laugh
You're a smart kid
Time is linear

Memory is a stranger
History is for fools
Man is a tool in the hands
Of the great God Almighty

And they gave him command
Of a nuclear submarine




And sent him back in search of
The Garden of Eden

Overall Meaning

In "Perfect Sense Pt. 1," Roger Waters takes a critical look at humanity's relationship with memory, history, and power. The song details the story of a monkey who looks at a broken bone in his hand and listens to the strains of a Viennese quartet. The monkey ponders the nature of memory and history and laments that "Memory is a stranger / History is for fools." He then cleans his hands in holy writing and sets out for the nearest town, suggesting his disgust with the state of humanity.


Waters then shifts his focus to the military-industrial complex and Wall Street. He points out that while humans fight and kill each other, those in power continue to accumulate wealth and power. The monkey, confused and frustrated, cries out to his Mama about the foolishness of the President and the technical manuals he is forced to read. The joint chiefs of staff and the brokers on Wall Street mock him, seeing him as nothing more than a tool for their use. The song ends with the monkey being given command of a nuclear submarine and sent back in search of the Garden of Eden, highlighting the pervasive destruction and hypocrisy of those in positions of power.


Line by Line Meaning

The monkey sat on a pile of stones
The monkey rested on stones.


And stared at the broken bone in his hand
The monkey looked at the broken bone held in its hand.


And the stains of a Viennese quartet
The sound of a Viennese quartet was heard.


Rang out across the land
The sound of the quartet could be heard throughout the land.


The monkey looked up at the stars
The monkey stared at the stars.


And thought to himself
The monkey pondered.


Memory is a stranger
The monkey notes that memory is unfamiliar.


History is for fools
The monkey believes that history is only for fools.


And he cleaned his hands
The monkey washed its hands.


In a pool of holy writing
The monkey washed its hands in holy scripture.


Turned his back on the garden
The monkey left the garden behind.


And set out for the nearest town
The monkey went to the closest town.


Hold on hold on soldier
Wait a minute, soldier.


When you add it all up
When everything is considered.


The tears and the marrowbone
Emotional pain and bones.


There's an ounce of gold
There is a small amount of happiness.


And an ounce of pride in each ledger
Each record has a small amount of pride.


And the Germans killed the Jews
Germans murdered Jews.


And the Jews killed the Arabs
Jews murdered Arabs.


And the Arabs killed the hostages
Arabs killed hostages.


And that is the news
This is what is being reported.


And is it any wonder
Is anyone surprised?


That the monkey's confused
It is not surprising that the monkey is confused.


He said Mama Mama
He called out to his mother.


The President's a fool
The President is an idiot.


Why do I have to keep reading
Why must I continue to read?


These technical manuals
These detailed instructions.


And the joint chiefs of staff
The head officers of the military.


And the brokers on Wall Street said
The Wall Street brokers spoke.


Don't make us laugh
That is absurd.


You're a smart kid
You are intelligent.


Time is linear
Time only moves forward.


Man is a tool in the hands
Humans are tools in the hands of God.


Of the great God Almighty
Of the powerful deity.


And they gave him command
He was put in charge.


Of a nuclear submarine
A submarine with nuclear capabilities.


And sent him back in search of
They tasked him with finding.


The Garden of Eden
The paradise where humans once lived.




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