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The Gnome Tom: D
D A D C A C A I want to tell you a story 'bout a little man, if I can,
D A D C A C A A gnome named Grimble Grumble. And little gnomes stay in their homes,
G D Bb7 C F A7 D Eating, sleeping, drinking their wine.
D A D C A C A He wore a scarlet tunic, a bluegreen hood; it looked quite good.
D A D C A C A He had a big adventure amidst the grass, fresh air at last.
G D Bb7 C F A7 D Wining, dining, biding his time.
G C/G F A/E E G D G D And then one day, hooray, another way for gnomes to say, "Hooray!"
D A D C/G A C/G A Look at the sky; look at the river. Isn't it good?
D A D C/G A C/G A Look at the sky; look at the river. Isn't it good?
G D Bb7 C F A7 D Winding, finding places to go.
G C/G F A/E E G D G D And then one day, hooray, another way for gnomes to say, "Hooray!"
Scarecrow Tom: D
D A C A G The black and green scarecrow, as ev'ryone knows,
A D A Stood with a bird on his hat and straw ev'rywhere.
D He didn't care.
G Am G A He stood in a field where barley grows.
D A C A G His head did no thinking, his arms didn't move,
A D A D Except when the wind cut up rough and mice ran around on the ground.
G Am G A He stood in a field where barley grows.
D A C A G The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me__.
A D A But now he's resigned to his fate's, 'cause life's not unkind.
D He doesn't mind.
G Am G A He stood in a field where barley grows.
Bike Tom: G
G C7 I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
G It's got a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good.
D G I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
D You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if want things.
G C7 I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.
G There's a tear up the front. It's red and black. I've had it for months.
D G If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.
D You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.
G C7 I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
G I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
D G He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.
D You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.
G C7 I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
G Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
D G Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.
D You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.
G C7 I know a room of musical tunes.
G Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.
D G Let's go into the other room and make them work.
The Post War Dream Tom: Bb Intro: Bb C F Bb/F F Bb C Bb/F F
Bb/F F Bb Tell me true, tell me why was Jesus crucified?
C C7 F Is it for this that daddy died?
Bb/F F Was it you? Was it me?
Bb Did I watch too much T.V.?
C F Bb/F Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?
F If it wasn't for the Nips
F7 Bb Being so good at building ships,
C C9 F The yards would still be open on the Clyde.
F7 And it can't be much fun for them
Bb Beneath the rising sun
C C7 F With all their kids committing suicide.
Bb F What have we done, Maggie what have we done?
Bb What have we done to England?
C F A Should we shout, should we scream,
Bb Bbm F/C Dm7 "What happened to the post war dream?"
Gm7 C7 Oh, Maggie,
C7+ F C Bb F Maggie what have we done?
Your Possible Pasts Tom: G
G Am They flutter behind you your possible pasts,
C D G Some brighteyed and crazy, some frightened and lost.
G Am A warning to anyone still in command
C D G Of their possible future, to take care.
G Am In derelict sidings the poppies entwine
C D G With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time.
Em Do you remember me, how we used to be,
D Do you think we shoud be closer?
G Am She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile
C D G Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign.
G Am Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
C D G For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs.
G Am Stepping up boldly one put out his hand.
C D G He said, "I was just a child then, now I'm only a man."
Em Do you remember me, how we used to be,
D Do you think we should be closer?
Em C Em C Em D C D Cmaj9
G Am By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
C D G Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad.
G Am Strung out behind us the banners and flags
C D G Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags.
Em Do you remember me, how we used to be,
D Do you think we should be closer?
The Hero's Return Tom: D
D Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape.
When I was their age all the lights went out.
There was no time to whine or mope about.
Cmaj7 D And even now part of me flies over
Cmaj7 Dresden at angels one five.
D Cmaj7 Though they'll never fathom it behind my
D Sarcasm desperate memories lie.
D Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good.
'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you.
And there is something that I've locked away
A memory that is too painful
To withstand the light of day.
Cmaj7 D Cmaj7 When we came back from the war the banners and
D Flags hung on everyone's door.
Cmaj7 We danced and we sang in the street and
D The church bells rang.
G C But burning in my heart,
G C My memory smoulders on
G C Em add9 Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.
The Gunner's Dream Tom: G Intro: G G+ Em C G D Em
G G+ Floating down through the clouds
Em/G C Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
G In the space between the heavens
D C And in the corner of some foreign field,
G Em C I had a dream,
G I had a dream.
G G+ Goodbye Max, goodbye Ma.
Em/G C After the service when you're walking slowly to the car
G D And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air,
Em Cmaj7 D/C C You hear the tolling bell, and touch the silk in your lapel,
G D Em And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band,
C D You take her frail hand and hold on to the dream.
G G+ Em C D G D Em D C D/C G D C G Em C Em
G G+ A place to stay, enough to eat,
Em C Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street.
G D Where you can speak out loud about your doubts and fears,
Em And what's more no-one ever disappears,
Cmaj7 You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
G D You can relax on both sides of the tracks,
Em C D7/C And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control,
G D And everyone has recourse to the law,
C G Em And no-one kills the children anymore.
C G No-one kills the children anymore.
C D G D Em D Night after night, going round and round my brain,
C D G His dream is driving me insane___________________.
G In the corner of some foreign field,
D The gunner sleeps tonight.
Em C D/C What's done is done.
G D We cannot just write off his final scene.
C G Em Take heed of his dream,
C Em Take heed.
Paranoid Eyes Tom: G
G C G Button your lip and don't let the shield slip.
C G Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask.
C G D C And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions
G D C G/B Am D Am You can hide, hide, hide,
G Behind paranoid eyes.
G C G You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar,
C G Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar.
C Laughing too loud at the rest of the world
G D C With the boys in the crowd.
G D C Am D Am You hide, hide, hide,
G Behind petrified eyes.
C G C G C G Em D Am G
G C G You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory.
C G Now you're lost in a haze of alchohol soft middle age.
C G D C The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high.
G D C Am D Am And you hide, hide, hide,
Behind brown and mild eyes.
Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert Tom: G Intro: G C D G
G Brezhnev took Afghanistan.
C Begin took Beirut.
D G Galtieri took the Union Jack.
G And Maggie, over lunch one day,
C Took a cruiser with all hands
D G Apparently to make him give it back.
C G Mm________.
The Fletcher Memorial Home Tom: G
G C G/B Am Take all your overgrown infants away, somewhere,
D Bb+ Bm A/C# And build them a home, a little place of their own.
D Em C D Em7 D/F# G C The Fletcher Memorial Home for incurable tyrants and kings.
G C G/B Am And they can appear to themselves every day,
D Bb+ Bm A/B Bm On closed circuit T.V. to make sure they're still real.
C D Em It's the only connection they feel.
Cmaj7 "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Reagan and Haig,
D Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher and Paisley,
Cmaj7 Mr. Brezhnev and party, the ghost of McCarthy,
D The memories of Nixon. And now adding colour,
G D/F# C A group of anonymous Latin-American meat packing glitterati."
Em D Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
G D/F# C They can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles,
G D/F# C And amuse themselves playing games for a while.
G D/F# C Em add9 Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead.
G D/F# Em D/F# G D/F# Em D Cmaj7 D
G D/F# C D G D/F# Cmaj7 D G D/F# Cmaj7 Em add9
G C G/B Am Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye,
D Bb+ Bm With their favorite toys, they'll be good girls and boys.
A/C# D Em C D Em7 D/F# G In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial wasters of life and limb.
D/F# C G D/F# C add9 Is everone in? Are you having a nice time?
D/F# C Em add9 Now the final solution can be applied.
Southampton Dock Tom: F
F They disembarked in 45,
Bb And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
C F There were to many spaces in the line.
Gathered at the cenotaph
Bb All agreed with the hand on heart,
C F To sheath the sacrificial knives.
F But now she stands upon Southampton dock
Bb With her handkerchief
C And her summer frock clings
F To her wet body in the rain.
In quiet desperation knuckles
Bb White upon the slippery reins
C F She bravely waves the boys goodbye again.
Bb Bbm F Mm______.
Bb And still the dark stain spreads between
F His shoulder blades.
Bb F F7 Gm7 A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves.
F7 Bb C Dm7 C7/E And when the fight was over
F Am7 Dm We spent what they had made.
Gm7 But in the bottom of our hearts
F We felt the final cut.
The Final Cut Tom: F
F F/C C Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes____
Bb add9 F I can barely define the shape of this moment in time.
F F/C C And far from flying high in clear blue skies___,
Bb add9 F I'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.
Bb F If you negotiate the minefield in the drive,
Bb F And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes,
Bb C Dm And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
Gm7 Dial the combination, open the priesthole
/C F And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.
Am F There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Am C Making love to girls in magazines.
Bb Dm He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
Gm7 Could anybody love him
/C F F/C C Bb add9 F Or is it just a crazy dream___?
F C And if I show you my dark side
Bb F Will you still hold me tonight?
F C And if I open my heart to you
Bb And show you my weak side,
F What would you do?
Bb F Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Bb Would you take the children away
F And leave me alone?
Bb C And smile in reassurance
Dm As you whisper down the phone,
Gm7 Would you send me packing,
/C F Or would you take me home?
Am F Am C Bb Dm Gm7 /C F
Am F Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
Am C Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
Bb I held the blade in trembling hands,
Dm Gm7 Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang,
G C Bb add9 F I never had the nerve to make the final cut.