Indeed, the age of his fans leads co-directors Waters and Sean Evans to make the odd choice of limiting audience reaction shots primarily to tattooed and pierced men and women in their 20s and 30s. One young woman actually sheds a tear. While this reads as a fairly silly way of arguing that the 76-year-old songwriter and bassist can connect with a younger generation, it does remind us of the universality and insolvability of the problems that distress him so greatly.
And make no mistake, for a man championing peace, he sure sounds furious. If he never gets us feeling the same level of sadness and anger over the ongoing worldwide refugee crisis, it’s not for lack of trying. While his voice has never been one of pure velocity and clean lines like Freddie Mercury’s, it’s still in very fine form, his cracked and battle-scared warble conveying authenticity and righteous fury. In his matching black T-shirt and jeans, Waters still cuts an authoritative yet hip figure, the coolest grandpa ever. Some of the younger concertgoers are not too far removed from the prison-jumpsuit-wearing local kids who line the stage for “Another Brick in the Wall (Part 2),” a multi-cultural group who eventually rip off their orange vestments to reveal T-shirts that read “resist.” “The Last Refugee” gives voice to one of Waters’ latest topical concerns, augmented in aching if ineffectual fashion by live-action sequences.
Any Roger Waters arena concert is an unparalleled spectacle, and while DP Brett Turnbull’s coverage of the band onstage breaks no new ground, the crushed blacks add a dark and provocative edge. Seen live, it was presumably an awe-inspiring contribution to the evening’s overall effect, an epic vision that Turnbull’s arena-encompassing wide shots can suggest but never fully convey. The stage includes a 94-foot wide LED screen, and about halfway through the concert, a giant metal grid and 16 moving screens descend from the roof.
In today’s politically polarized culture, criticizing both Trump and Israel risks leaving a whole lot of money on the table in terms of concert revenue and DVD and streaming sales. But this is “Us + Them’s” primary achievement, one that should not be blithely dismissed in this PC era: Although Waters is sometimes aggravating and occasionally trouble-making, he is, to repurpose a lyric from “Breathe,” not afraid to care. “Hanging on in quiet desperation is the English way,” sings the band’s David Gilmour stand-in, guitarist Jonathan Wilson, in the Pink Floyd classic “Time.” It is not, thank goodness, Roger Waters’ way.” />
If you had to guess which legendary rock and roll artist has a new concert film featuring characters that include “Refugee,” “Drone Pilot” and “Palestinian Girl”, there’s a good chance your guess would be Roger Waters. The former Pink Floyd front man is practically defined by his decades-spanning collection of songs and concept albums that dive headlong into hot-button social and political issues that include capitalist greed (1977’s “Animals”), youthful alienation (1979’s “The Wall”), and the futility of war (1992’s “Amused to Death”).
Shot over three nights in June 2018 during the Us +Them tour stop in Amsterdam, the film looks and sounds fantastic and should easily rope in his aging fan base. The album’s most biting songs, featuring ferocious lyrics tailor-made for tweet-sized social media messages, are also the highlight of his latest concert film, “Roger Waters Us + Them,” a sonically superior if sometimes draggy affair that. If they blink and miss its two-days-only theatrical release in October, the DVD is set for store shelves in early 2020. In 2017’s principled and tuneful “Is This the Life We Really Want?,” his first solo album of all-new rock material since “Amused to Death,” Waters turns his skeptical yet hopeful eye toward refugees and President Trump, among other topics.
It obliterates any nagging worry that the 156-show tour is merely trading on Water’s past glories like so many other rockers of a certain age taken to running wheezy laps around the nostalgia track. The film’s highlight is a blistering multi-song reaction to Trump starting with “Picture That” (“picture a leader with no f—ing brains”) from the new album, followed later by the one-two punch of “Pigs (Three Different Ones)” from “Animals” and “Money” from “The Dark Side of the Moon.” Here, editor Katharine McQuerrey works with the music and the stage visuals (including billboard-sized Trump quotes and Pink Floyd’s legendary floating pig) to devastating effect, giving the film the political charge we’ve been waiting for.
The movie’s title is adapted from the “Dark Side” track “Us and Them.” Replacing the “and” with a plus sign makes the point that if humanity is going to survive the only way forward is together. It’s a notion that he’s taken to controversial extremes in recent years having repeatedly and unrepentantly stepped on the age’s geopolitical third rail: the Israeli-Palestinian conflict. “Us + Them,” both film and concert, ends with a spoken-word plea for justice for “our brothers and sisters in Palestine” who, in Waters’ telling, live under Israel’s deeply repressive apartheid regime.

Fan outcry finally convinced the home entertainment unit to release Season 18 in 2017. But the show's producers, and some cast members, had also already recorded commentaries for Seasons 19 and 20.
The DVD announcement was made during "The Simpsons" panel at Comic-Con International in San Diego.
"The Simpsons," of course, is heading into Season 31 this fall, so at this slow pace, it might be a long time (if ever) for the show's entire run to be available on DVD. A barebones Season 20 DVD was released in 2010, out of order, to capitalize on the show's 20th anniversary. With Season 19 now getting a release, that means collectors will at least have the first 20 seasons available on disc.
But when the new Disney Plus streaming service launches this fall, the complete "Simpsons" run will move there.
Executive producer Al Jean revealed on Saturday that 20th Century Fox Home Entertainment will finally release the 19th season of "The Simpsons" on DVD this December 3, two years after it last put Season 18 on sale.
There are also custom menus on every disc, along with commentary on every episode, he added. The Season 19 DVD includes 20 episodes and features "collectible Homer Simpson packaging," Jean said.
And then production halted on any future seasons. That will finally give fans a complete set of the first 20 seasons. For a long time it looked like DVD collectors would be out of luck, as "The Simpsons" had been on a regular DVD release schedule up until Season 17 in December 2014.
"The Simpsons" episodes have already been available for digital purchase, and cable subscribers who have FX and FXX (which currently holds the off-network cable and streaming rights to the show) have access to Simpsons World, where every episode of the show ever produced is available.
Episodes that season included "Eternal Moonshine of the Simpson Mind," which won the Primetime Emmy for outstanding animated program, and "The Homer of Seville," nominated for a WGA award. Season 19 of "The Simpsons" originally aired on Fox between 2007 and 2008. Guest stars that season included Kelsey Grammer, David Hyde Pierce, Glenn Close, Stephen Colbert, Matt Dillon, Julia Louis-Dreyfus, Jack Black and "Weird Al" Yankovic.
"I can’t think of a better thing to put on your shelf between seasons 1-18 and 20," Jean quipped to Variety.” />
"The Simpsons" DVD collectors who also happen to be obsessive-compulsive can rest a little easier: You'll finally be able to fill in that missing Season 19.

All three will have the same CD component with the three aforementioned tracks. That's very much "editions" plural, as — to no one's surprise — there'll be three different collect-'em-all versions of the physical package. But "Limited Edition A" will come with a DVD containing the music videos for "Lights" and "IDOL," "Edition B" will have a DVD with "making of" segments about the "Lights" video and jacket photos, and "C" will forego a DVD addition in favor of a 36-page booklet.
Following a national break for lights in the sky, U.S. BTS-ers can get the physical editions of "Lights" on July 5. The digital release will take place July 3 "Japan time," timing that should have it available to on-the-ball American fans on July 2.
Following their two-night stand at the Rose Bowl this past weekend, BTS has stadium two-nighters scheduled in two more American venues — Chicago's Soldier Field May 11-12 and New Jersey's Metlife Stadium May 18-19 — before moving on to Brazil, London, Paris and Japan.” /> The release appears timed to BTS' four upcoming shows in Japan, beginning July 6 in Osaka.
Surprise releases seem to be more the rule than the exception for major pop acts nowadays, but BTS will be having none of that. The K-pop group has put fans on warning that they have a new single coming in about two months' time — the Japanese-language "Lights," which will be matched up with Japanese versions of the previously released songs "Boy With Luv" and "IDOL" for a CD/DVD release.
"Lights" is being touted as the group's first new Japanese song in four years to be accompanied by a video — and, according to their announcement, "conveys the message of hope that one can connect with the others through sounds and see each other’s lights whenever they close their eyes."

I do this shit for bro
That’s 2 cups
2 Cups, The Mixtape Part 1
This what niggas been waiting on right? [Outro]
Fuck wrong with these fuck ass niggas man? [Intro]
2 Cups
Don’t sleep on me
[Verse]
Bandana, bandana, when he say bandana
Say double G, I done told motherfuckers not to fuck with me
Everything designer, I be designed up
(What else?) I got bags, bitch
But nigga everybody got bags, bitch
And nigga everybody gone jagg, bitch
Trues off my ass they saggin’
(What else?) I’m from the pole, homie
That’s where it’s cold, you will get froze, homie
Niggas know and bitches know, homie
We’ll blow a nigga down if we don’t know homie
(let’s get it)
I came to wake niggas up
(For what?) Cause they sleep on us
And bitch we the shit but we don’t flush
Going hard till they put them white sheets on us
Spot a opp, drop a opp don’t blink, just bust
Smoke loud, real loud, that stank, that must
And niggas hate me cause I can’t be touched
And I love getting money so it can’t be lust (right?)
You damn right about that
If a nigga want smoke, I’ll light a bitch hat
And you will get whacked, know I’m right about that
I result to the pipe, I don’t fight about jack
And I ain’t got time for a bitch right now
I’m getting money that it don’t make sense right now
A lot of these niggas wanna bang with us
You tryna hang with us and get rich right now
(Freaky) I’m smoking on some hating shit
Got me chilling like a villain on some lazy shit
And this money make a nigga do some crazy shit
So I’m crazy in love with that crazy bitch
I go and get it cause a nigga never gave me shit
I got dumb money cause I wasn’t raised with it
I got a K, when I spray I don’t aim for shit
Cause I’m a real nigga, boy I wouldn’t change for shit
And I’m riding round my side of town
Them hoes see a nigga stuntin’ so they bring me down
Rock jeans on my ass, they saggin’ down
Lot of cash, lot of bags, I ain’t bragging now
I got goons that’ll blow when it come to a nigga
Opps see me and they know, better run from a nigga
I don’t write, just spit, when it come to a nigga
Got a canon like Nick, put a drum to a nigga
And PBG, that’s my clique
I just made a DVD with your bitch
That hoe like EVE, she so thick
You go home and give her a kiss, she so slick
Boy I got everything that you want
And I got everything that you got
You fuck niggas imitating my swag
Because I’m everything that you’re not, Goofy! Aha! Bandana
Ain’t shit change man we still here
TFG
It’s the fucking guys in my fucking eyes
Still
Lil nigga

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah man
You know a lot of niggas don’t keep it real
You feel me
Everything, all that shit matters
You feel me
But you know so many niggas turn on me everyday
I’m like fuck everybody, you feel me, fuck it
[Verse]
One time for me, cool by the sunshine
Money got punchlines, only take one times
Take small sips, that’s why I hum sunshine
Niggas think I’m lying, bitches think I’m fine
I’m smart man so I keep trying
Don’t get fucked by the past thoughts, pass off, blast off
Yeah, fuck it
And don’t crack like the asphalt
You running with the 45 handgun the same size as police is
Niggas think he sweet but his geeks is geek
Niggas carry them handguns
Like [?] you be deceased
And I’m talking bout a coffin
Brains is out, nigga you loving where you walking
Uh, side with the Mac-11
Please no questions, I do dirt with no drugs
Numb the pain, it’s like a game changer
Feel ashamed of my past, used to rob strangers
Now I feel like I’m a rapping target
I’m a rapping target
Back to back target
With the vest and mask hauling DVD’s like a Black Target
Cocaine sell it off I can’t, I can’t, no
Cocaine sell it all same price as a trip in August
Don’t ask why I [?]
Bitch I bought it
Please the cops and [?]
Just get what you ordered
Cross me and get slaughtered
But I don’t wanna act hard as bricks
But I’m a real young nigga and I ain’t talking shit
Lil Boss
[Outro]
I don’t give a fuck this a mixtape
That shit, the beat’s fucked up and fuck you too bitch

Quarter million dollar mouth, who am I? Kevin Gates lyrics
Video Kevin Gates Lyrics Kevin Gates – Attention
Walk without an entourage in which I won’t discuss
Killers in New York in the clink, they know enough
My celly spit in the sink, one blink, I’m sheddin’ blood
If we was in the street, one squeeze would wet him up
Acceptin’ no disrespect, wait, who am I to budge? The plug? Talk to God, go to war, think, consult with the oracle
Kevin Gates’ face front page in the article
Lawyer paid, dismissed the whole case, they’ll slaughter you
Run and I observe, ain’t no sense in bein’ audible
Quarterback call the audibles, switch the play on the blitz
Harlem at the Rucker, dick suckers watchin’ the kid
Rust color Timbs with a gun up under my gear
Thump through the slums and slump me somethin’ forreal
Cut off one of your fingers and puncture one of your ribs
Youngin’ really thuggin’, guerilla hustlin’ for real
Body tatted, DJ Drama, that gangsta sh*t in my grill
Lay loose with a Llama or stank a b***h if he squeal
Set outside the store that my gangsta b***h just went in
At the pharmacy poppin’ ‘scripts, my prescriptions is gettin’ filled
I love her, took her name and encrypted it in my ear. Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Goin’ hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin’
A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough
No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon’ hunt
And I’m lookin’ for some niggas with some b***h ways
I ain’t sh*t, shaved or bathed in like six daysss. For her sister
The purchase skirts with some purses but couldn’t flirt with her friendship
Jewels, DVD, Raheem murdered by Bishop
Paid in full, no disappearance, dealers be switchin’
.. Nothin’ that can save you, your life is now above
I wouldn’t even give a f**k if you and I were blood
No one lent their helpin’ hand, got it out the mud
Rappers in the industry see me and give me hugs
Then they gossip with their partners in private, I’ve seen it done
Fat boy you a b***h, you know how I come
MAC 11 rangin’, slangin’, cuddles with the drum
Keep my name out your fuckin’ mouth, endin’ off your tongue
Double 0, 17, my BGs sellin’ drugs
Drought ’round Hollygrove, key need me to flood.(attention)
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Goin’ hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin’
A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough
No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon’ hunt
And I’m lookin’ for some niggas with some b***h ways
King Leonidas at his finest, no witness so who assaulted you? Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Please don’t be alarmed, for the money I’m impatient
Attention, you are in the presence of a gangsta
Goin’ hard or you starve, I don’t see no sense in waitin’
A gangsta, all this pain, it get rough versuri-lyrics.info
No retreat, we don’t sleep, when it’s beef we gon’ hunt
And I’m lookin’ for some niggas with some b***h ways
I ain’t sh*t, shaved or bathed in like six days. Appreciate the help that’s been comin’ on nothin’ will I depend
When asked about the pen, if I’m goin’ back that depends
Faucet water brought me to places to say I ventured
Older I can cope with soda, pull off in the grey Avenger
I want her, she pushin’ kids in the stroller, who? clip rich then snitch, tellin’ the business
I see this every day, deceit, failure to mention
Ten toes deep, want my money on fleek
Section 8 voucher and public housin’, we livin’
Mama callin’ Meals on Wheels, they won’t deliver
Came up quick in the trenches when we was little
Call a pizza man and rob him when they deliver
I should write a book entitled, I Promise I Really Did It.

[Hook]
I’m going through changes
I’m going through changes

[Verse 1]
Lately I really, feel like I’m rolling for delph like Philly
Feel like I’m losing control of myself, I sincerely
Apologize if all that I sound like is I’m complaining
But life keeps on complicating, and
I’m debating on leaving this world this evening
Even my girls can see I’m grieving, I try and hide it but I can’t
Why do I act like I’m all high and mighty
When inside, I’m dying, I am finally realizing I need help
I can’t do it by myself, too weak
2 weeks I’ve been having ups and downs
Going through peaks and valleys, dilly dallying
Around with the idea, of ending the shit right here
I’m hatin my reflection, I walk around the house tryna fight mirrors
I can’t stand what I look like, yeah, I look fat, but what do I care?
I give a fuck, only thing I fear, is Hailie
I’m afraid if I close my eyes I might see her…shit

[Hook]
I’m going through changes
I’m going through changes

[Verse 2]
I lock myself in the bedroom, bathroom, napping at noon
Yeah dad’s in a bad mood, he’s always snapping at you
Marshall what happened that you, you can’t stop with these pills
And you’ve fallen off with your skills, and your own fans are laughing at you
It become a problem you’re too pussy to tackle, get up
Be a man, stand, a real man would’ve had this shit handled
Know you just had your heart ripped out and crushed
They say Proof just flipped out, homie just whipped out and bust
Nah, it ain’t like Doody to do that
He wouldn’t fuckin’ shoot at, no-body, he fights first
But dwelling on it only makes the night worse
Now I’m popping Vics, Percs and Methadone pills
"Yeah Em, tight verse, you killed it"
Fucking drug dealers hang around me like yes men
And they gonna do whatever I says when, I says it
It’s in their best interest to protect their investment
And I just lost my fuckin’ best friend, so fuck it, I guess then:

[Hook]
I’m going through changes
I’m going through changes

[Verse 3]
My friends can’t understand this new me
That’s understandable man, but think how bananas you’d be
You’d be an animal too
If you were trapped in this fame and caged in it like a zoo
And everybody’s looking at you, what you want me to do?
I’m starting to live like a recluse and the truth is
Fame starting to give me an excuse, to be at an all-time low
I sit alone in my home theater, watching the same damn DVD
Of the first tour, the last tour, he was still alive
And it hurt sore, fast forward, sleeping pills’ll make me feel alright
And if I’m still awake in the middle of the night
I just take a couple more, yeah you’re motherfuckin right
I ain’t slowing down for no one, I am almost homeward bound
Almost in a coma, yeah homie come on, dole em out
"Daddy, don’t you die on me, Daddy, better hold your ground"
Fuck, don’t I know the sound of that voice
Yeah baby hold me down

[Hook]
I’m going through changes
I’m going through changes

[Verse 4]
Wake up in the hospital, full of tubes, but somehow I’m pulling through
Swear when I come back I’mma be bulletproof
I’mma do it just for Proof, I think I should state a few
Facts, cause I may not get a chance again to say the truth
Shit it just hit me that what if I would not have made it through
I think about the things I would never got to say to you
I’d never get to make it right, so here’s what I came to do
Hailie this one is for you, Whitney and Alaina too
I still love your mother, that’ll never change
Think about her every day, we just could never get it together
Hey, wish there was a better way, for me to say it
But I swear on everything, I’d do anything for her on any day
There are just too many things to explain
When it rains guess it pours, yes it does
Wish there wasn’t any pain, but I can’t pretend there ain’t
I ain’t placing any blame, I ain’t pointing fingers
Heaven knows I’ve never been a saint
I know it just feels like we just pissed away our history
And just today, I looked at your picture, almost hate to say
I miss you sub consciously, wish it didn’t end this way
But I just had to get away, don’t know why
I don’t know what else to say, I guess I’m

[Hook: Tinashe]
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to
And now I’m looking for my next boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a

[Verse 1: Tinie Tempah & Tinashe]
Yeah, one text from my ex
You know I always flex on my ex
You know I got a rep to protect
You know I never let it get to my head (I got a)
No, never gettin’ vexed when you’re wet
My DJ bring his decks on the jet
Came out when you put me on the sofa
I know you wanna get my respect (I got a)
I don’t know why you moved to mess
Point you tryna prove again?
Ah, there you go, gettin’ lose again, but ya
Try win, but you lose again, and ya (I got a)
Hanging ’round those bougie ants
Got girls, but you’re usin’ them
But you’re gettin’ high, gotta lose the chance
Gotta love you long time, but you was a ten

[Hook: Tinashe]
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to
And now I’m looking for my next boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a

[Verse 2: Tinie Tempah & Tinashe]
Life ain’t is what seems to be
Tryna work it out what it means to me
Nowadays everybody want a piece of me
Notorious, south, west and east, yo (I got a)
That’s why I look to seas and the seeker reef
Used to check the Tinie man for the DVD
He and I reminisce sometimes
Peace in east, LA gettin’ lean with Dee (I got a)
I don’t why you moved to mess
Who you are, from who’s your friends, I’ve got
Space for you, and two in the Benz
Ain’t no night stand, if you do it again (I got a)
But now me in amnesia
Brandy or Moësha
After referendums
Yeah, I’ve still got that visa

[Bridge: Tinashe & Tinie Tempah]
I can’t believe you’ve done this
I told you I take no shit
And you were supposed to love me
Then I got a text from your ex
All summer night, reachin’ for nine
On stand by, three sixty five
You get high and you testify
Who’s that girl? You let me lie
All summer night, reachin’ for nine
On stand by, all at a time
You get high, and you testify

[Hook: Tinashe]
I got a text from your ex, boy
She said to look through your texts, boy
I’m not the kind of girl to snoop but I had a feeling to
And now I’m looking for my next boy
See, I got a text from your ex-girl
And she was telling me where you were, last night
I was chilling on my own, thinking you’re alone
You were having sex with your ex-girl
I got a

[Outro: Tinie Tempah]
All summer night, reaching for nine
All summer night, reaching for nine

[Verse 1]
Never worry ’bout a single hatin motherfucker
Lookin like my next supper, all these moves that I’m makin got people talkin
Like how many papers is this man signin, I’m back wit the backpack rap
Man I’m thinkin that this shit finna make them scat, got a bag full of cash if we talkin bout that
Run run it like Forrest Gump can you feel that, ay
I’m a renaissance man, if you wanna get a feat you not gon get response man I be hotter than some shit your mom cook in a sauce pan don’t be jealous don’t be rude go back to rollin up grams, people think I’m sick as shit but I’m just eatin on ham
Wanna beat me in my game then bitch I’m settin up camp
When the females hear my name I know they pussy all damp
Mr. Veterinarian I make that kitty go ham (damn)

[Hook]
Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
Watching numbers goin up that’s just the everyday routine
All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I’m Cube I always hit ’em with no vaseline

[Post-Hook]
Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain’t free
Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie

[Verse 2]
You got cash, buy sum chains, I buy houses ain’t that strange
You ain’t shit, I get lit, all you do is counterfeit
Little chick, but she thick, and she always on my drink
Shit I’m thirsty give it back, and she blondy just like Zac
("who the fuck is that?" "high school musical")
Bitch hold my stacks I’m 30 minutes late to France
Gotta get this cash, never give no chance, better bounce that ass, paid her an advance
Got me thru this day, sippin on Bombay, I dont trust you gotta take this survey
Man I don’t look back, never cut no slack, better get way back, fore yo ass get smacked uhh
Memphis flow but I’m from Jakarta ho, never understood my hustle but I guess the more you know
Checkin on your Instagram I see that shit is going slow, always hating on the progress man yo ass has gotta go

[Hook]
Ballin only seventeen my skin is green
Watching numbers goin up thats just the everyday routine
All my old my friends hit me up they wish they had a time machine
Feelin like I’m Cube I always hit em with no vaseline

[Post-Hook]
Always sayin no when you ask em if they got beef with me
DMs blowin up I always say no bitch this dick ain’t free
Watchin on your every move I got that shit on DVD
Flexin all the time but I just know that you a bourgeoisie