Roger Waters – Wait for Her

Hazy Cosmic Jive three weeks ago said: Thank you Roger for your activism and your creative contributions to sound and vision.

tabrown812 in June interpreted the song: By far my favorite song from ITtLWRW?. Very honest, poetic, hopeful, and emotional all at once.

This song was based on a poem by Mahmoud Darwish. Listening to this song, I feel it describes the pain, nervousness, and blues associated with waiting for a lover. Waiting can mean many things here; it could mean waiting for a simple date for all we know. But the tone of the lyrics (and the music by Waters) suggests that one is waiting for a girl to love him back. The song reassures and gives advice to the listener, with light and frothy lyrics:

“With seven pillows laid out on the stair
The scent of womens’ incense fills the air
Be calm, and wait for her”

and

“Serve her water before wine
Do not touch her hand
Let your fingertips rest at her command”

And while it gives the song a sense of hope, the almost tragic-sounding backdrop serves as what brains love to do in these scenarios: think of the worst. The drop from G to E minor by the electric guitar throughout the song suggest the mood swings from hopeful to hopeless. Love is a crazy emotion, and things can go from good to bad (and vice versa) quickly. 

The last stance is one of my favorites. It reminds the listener that waiting to love someone may be difficult, but there is a promise the listener made with themselves: to never lose hope. 

“And as the echo fades from that final fusillade
Remember the promises you made”

The promise is obvious; the promise of the listener to continue loving the girl. It doesn’t leave. And the final fusillade is all but simply another change in emotions. They can be good or bad, but anyone (such as myself) who has experienced a bombardment of emotions knows how to connect to this final line.

The full lyrics:

With a glass inlaid with gemstones
On a pool around the evening
Among the perfumed roses
Wait for her

With the patience of a packhorse loaded for the mountains
Like a stoic, noble prince
Wait for her

With seven pillows laid out on the stair
The scent of womens’ incense fills the air
Be calm, and wait for her

And do not flush the sparrows that are nesting in her braids
All along the barricades
Wait for her

And if she comes soon
Wait for her
And if she comes late
Wait

Let her be still as a summer afternoon
A garden in full bloom

Let her breathe in the air that is foreign to her heart
Let her lips part
Wait for her

Take her to the balcony, see the moon soaked in milk
Hear the rustle of her silk
Wait for her

Don’t let your eyes alight upon the twin doves of her breast
Lest they take flight
Wait for her

And if she comes soon
Wait for her
And if she comes late
Wait

Serve her water before wine
Do not touch her hand
Let your fingertips rest at her command

Speak softly as a flute would to a fearful violin
Breathe out
Breathe in

And as the echo fades from that final fusillade
Remember the promises you made

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