The Post War Dream
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B C F B/F F B C B/F F

B/FTell me Ftrue, tell me why was BJesus crucified?

CIs it for this that C7daddy Fdied?

B/FWas it Fyou? Was it me?

Did I Bwatch too much T.V.?

Is that a Chint of accusation in your eyFes?   B/F    

FIf it wasn't for the Nips

F7Being so Bgood at building ships,

The Cyards would still be open C9on the ClFyde.

And it can't be much fun for F7them

BeBneath the rising sun

With Call their kids committing C7suiFcide.

What have we Bdone, Maggie what have we dFone?

What have we dBone to England?

CShould we Fshout, should we scrAeam,

"What Bhappened bto the post war F/Cdream?"   d7   

g7Oh, Maggie,   C7  

Maggie C7+what have we Fdone?    C   B    F 


Your Possible Pasts
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They Gflutter behind you your possible paasts,

Some Cbrighteyed and crazy, some Dfrightened and Glost.

A Gwarning to anyone still in commaand

COf their possible Dfuture, to take Gcare.

In Gderelict sidings the poppies entwiane

With Ccattle trucks lying in Dwait for the next Gtime.

eDo you remember me, how we used to be,

Do you think we shoud be Dcloser?


She Gstood in the doorway, the ghost of a smiale

CHaunting her face like a Dcheap hotel Gsign.

Her Gcold eyes imploring the men in their maacs

For the Cgold in their bags or the Dknives in their Gbacks.

GStepping up boldly one put out his haand.

He said, "CI was just a child thenD, now I'm only a Gman."

eDo you remember me, how we used to be,

Do you think we should be Dcloser?

e C e C e D C D C9+


By the Gcold and religious we were taken in haand

Shown Chow to feel good and Dtold to feel Gbad.

GStrung out behind us the banners and flaags

Of our Cpossible pasts lie in Dtatters and Grags.

eDo you remember me, how we used to be,

Do you think we should be Dcloser?


One Of The Few
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N.C.
When you're one of the few to land on your feet,
What do you do to make ends meet?
Teach.
Make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two.
Make them me, make them you, make them do what you want them to.
Make them laugh, make them cry, make them lie down and die.


The Hero's Return
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DJesus, 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.

C7+And even now part of me fliDes over

C7+Dresden at angels one five.

DThough C7+they'll never fathom it behind my

Sarcasm desperate memories Dlie.


DSweetheart 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.

C7+When we came back from the Dwar the C7+banners and

Flags hung on everyone's Ddoor.

We C7+danced and we sang in the street and

The church bells Drang.

But Gburning in my Cheart,

My Gmemory smoulders Con

G C Em add9
Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.


The Gunner's Dream
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G G+ e C G D e

GFloating down G+through the clouds

e/GMemories come rushing Cup to meet me now.

In the Gspace between the heavens

And in the Dcorner of some foreign field, C 

I had a Gdream, e    C 

I had a Gdream.


GGoodbye Max, G+goodbye Ma.

e/GAfter the service when you're Cwalking slowly to the car

And the Gsilver in her hair shines in the Dcold November air,

You ehear the tolling bell, and C7+touch the silk in your D/Clapel,  C 

And Gas the tear drops rise to meet the Dcomfort of the band,   e  

CYou take her frail Dhand and hold on to the dream.

G G+ e C D G D e D C D/C G D C G e C e


GA place to stay, G+enough to eat,

eSomewhere old heroes shuffle Csafely down the street.

Where you can Gspeak out loud about your doubts and Dfears,

And what's more eno-one ever disappears,

You never hear their standard issue C7+kicking in your door.

GYou can relax on Dboth sides of the tracks,

And maniacs edon't blow holes in Cbandsmen by remote contD7/Crol,

And Geveryone has recourse to the Dlaw,

And Cno-one kills the children anyGmore. e  

CNo-one kills the children anymore.  G 


CNight after niDght, going Ground and Dround my ebrain,  D 

His Cdream is Ddriving me inGsane___________________.

In the Gcorner of some foreign field,

The Dgunner sleeps tonight.

eWhat's done is done.   C     D/C   

We Gcannot just write off his final Dscene.

CTake heed of his Gdream,  e  

CTake heed.  e  


Paranoid Eyes
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GButton your lip and Cdon't let the shield slip. G 

Take a fresh grip on your Cbullet proof Gmask.

CAnd if they try to break down your disguise with their Gquestions  D   C 

You can Ghide, Dhide, Chide,    G/H     a    D   a  

Behind paranoid Geyes.


You put Gon our brave face and slip Cover the road for a Gjar,

Fixing your grin as you Ccasually lean on the Gbar.

CLaughing too loud at the rest of the world

With the Gboys Din the Ccrowd.

You Ghide, Dhide, Chide,  a    D   a  

Behind petrified Geyes.

C G C G C G e D a G


You beGlieved in their stories of Cfame, fortune and Gglory.

Now you're lost in a haze of aClchohol soft middle Gage.

The Cpie in the sky turned out to be miles too Ghigh.   D   C 

And you Ghide, Dhide, Chide,   a    D   a  

Behind brown and mild eyes.


Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert
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G C D G

GBrezhnev took Afghanistan.

CBegin took Beirut.

DGaltieri took the Union GJack.

And GMaggie, over lunch one day,

Took a Ccruiser with all hands

ApDparently to make him give it baGck.

Mm___C_____.    G 


The Fletcher Memorial Home
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GTake all your overgrown Cinfants away, G/Hsomeawhere,

And build them a Dhome, a little B+place of their bown.  A/Cis    

DThe eFletcher Memorial CHome for incurable Dtyrantse7   D/Fisand   Gkings.  C 
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And Gthey can appear to themCselves every day,  G/H      a  

On closed circuit DT.V. to make B+sure they're still breal.   A/H     b  

CIt's the only connecDtion they efeel.


"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome C7+Reagan and Haig,

Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. DThatcher and Paisley,

Mr. C7+Brezhnev and party, the ghost of McCarthy,

The memories of Nixon. And Dnow adding colour,

A Ggroup of anonymous D/FisLatin-American meat Cpacking glitterati."


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