Last night I watched the 2013 documentary film"The Man Who Saved The World” The man’s name is Stanislav Petrov.The year before Stanislav saved the WorldIn the year 1982 I wrote a song“The Gunner’s Dream”It’s weird to think that had Stanislav not beenIn the right place at the right timeNone of us would be aliveNo one under the age of 37Would have have been born at all.It is acknowledged by all but the cretins amongst usThat nuclear arms have no valueIt is also acknowledged thatThey are a ticking bombAnd we ignore them at our perilAccidents happenThe Stanislavs of this world are a rare breed.We’ve been extraordinarily lucky.If I ruled the world, I would heed the words of the wiseI would get rid of nuclear weaponsFirst thing tomorrow morning.On Dr. King’s name day.Of course no-one can rule the worldThe world cannot be ruledIt can only be loved and respected and shared.If we’re still here in the morningSo here is a new recording and video of"The Gunner’s Dream"As a gift from me and my lovely band and our friendsTo youWith our loveR.Roger Waters: Piano and VocalDave Kilminster: GuitarJoey Waronker: DrumsLucius- Jess Wolfe and Holly Laessig: VocalsGus Seyffert: BassJonathan Wilson: GuitarJon Carin: Piano and KeysBo Koster: HammondWrangled together by Sean Evans & Roger WatersMixed by Gus SeyffertMastered by Dave Cooley at Elysian MastersEdited by Andy JennisonOfficial Website: https://rogerwaters.com/ Listen to Roger Waters on your favorite platform: https://rogerwaters.lnk.to/... Follow Roger Waters on Social Media: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ro... Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/r... Twitter: https://twitter.com/rogerwa... Subscribe to Roger Waters’ Channel: https://www.youtube.com/rog...______Lyrics:Floating down, through the cloudsMemories come rushing up to meet me nowBut in the space between the heavensAnd the corner of some foreign fieldI had a dreamI had a dreamGoodbye Max, goodbye MaAfter the service, when you're walking slowly to the carAnd the silver in her hair shines in the cold November airYou hear the tolling bell and touch the silk in your lapelAnd as the teardrops rise to meet the comfort of the bandYou take her frail handAnd hold on to the dreamA place to stay, enough to eatSomewhere, old heroes shuffle safely down the streetWhere you can speak out loud about your doubts and fearsAnd what's more, no one ever disappearsYou never hear their standard issue kicking in your doorYou can relax on both sides of the tracksAnd maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote controlAnd everyone has recourse to the lawAnd no one kills the children anymoreNo one kills the children anymoreNight after night, going 'round and 'round my brainHis dream is driving me insaneIn the corner of some foreign fieldThe gunner sleeps tonightWhat's done is doneWe cannot just write off his final sceneTake heed of the dreamTake heed