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DISCID=9d0a2d0c
DTITLE=Pink Floyd / The Final Cut
TTITLE0=The Post War Dream
TTITLE1=Your Possible Pasts
TTITLE2=One of the Few
TTITLE3=The Hero's Return
TTITLE4=The Gunners Dream
TTITLE5=Paranoid Eyes
TTITLE6=Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert
TTITLE7=The Fletcher Memorial Home
TTITLE8=Southampton Dock
TTITLE9=The Final Cut
TTITLE10=Not Now John
TTITLE11=Two Suns in the Sunset
EXTD=A Requiem for the Post War Dream\nby Roger Waters\n\nPerformed by P
EXTD=ink Floyd\nDavid Gilmour, Nick Mason\nRoger Waters\n\nProduced by\nRo
EXTD=ger Waters, James Guthrie and Michael Kamen\n(C) CBS Inc. 1983
EXTT0=Tell me true tell me why was Jesus crusified\nIs it for this that
EXTT0= daddy died?\nWas it for you? was it me?\nDid I watch too much TV?
EXTT0=\nis that a hint of accusation in your eyes?\nIf it wasn't for the
EXTT0= nips\nBeing so good at building ships\nThe yards would still be o
EXTT0=pen on the clyde\nAnd it can't be much fun for them\nBeneath the r
EXTT0=ising sun\nWith all their kids committing suicide\nWaht have done 
EXTT0=Maggie what have we done\nWhat have we done to England\nShould we 
EXTT0=shout should we scream\n"Waht happened to the post war dream?"\nOh
EXTT0= Maggie Maggie what have we done?
EXTT1=They flutter behind your possible pasts\nSome brighteyed and craz
EXTT1=y some frightened and lost\nA warning to anyone still in command\n
EXTT1=Of their possible future to take care\nIn derelict sidings the po
EXTT1=ppies entwine\nWith cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time
EXTT1=\n\nDo you remember me? how we used to be?\nDo you think we should 
EXTT1=be closer?\n\nShe stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile\nHaunti
EXTT1=ng her face like a cheap hotel sign\nHer cold eyes imploting the 
EXTT1=men in their macs\nFor the gold in their bags or the kniwes in th
EXTT1=eir backs\nStepping up boldly one put out his hand\nHe said, "I wa
EXTT1=s just a child then now I'm only a man"\n\nDo you remember me? how
EXTT1= we used to be?\nDo you think we should be closer?\n\nBy the cold a
EXTT1=nd religious we were taken in hand\nShown how to feel good and to
EXTT1=ld to feel bad\nTonque tied and terrified we learned how to pray\n
EXTT1=Now our feelings wun deep and cold as the clay\nAnd strung out be
EXTT1=hind us the banners and flags\nOf our possible pasts lie in tatte
EXTT1=rs and rags\n\nDo you remember me? how we used to be?\nDo you think
EXTT1= we should be closer?
EXTT2=When you're one of the few to land on your feet\nWhat do you do t
EXTT2=o make ends meet?\nteach\nMake them mad, make them sad, make them 
EXTT2=add two and two\nMake them me, make them you, make them do what y
EXTT2=ou want them to\nMake them laugh, make them cry, make them lie do
EXTT2=wn and die
EXTT3=Jesus Jesus what's it all about\nTrying to clout these little ing
EXTT3=rates into shape\nWhen I was their age all the lights went out\nTh
EXTT3=ere was no time to whine and mope about\n\nAnd even now part of me
EXTT3= files over\nDresden at angels five\nThough they'll never fathom i
EXTT3=t behind my\nSarcasm desperate memories lie\n\nsweetheart sweethear
EXTT3=t are you fast asleep, good\n'cos that's the only time that I can
EXTT3=  really talk to you\nAnd there is something that I've locked awa
EXTT3=y\nA memory that is too painful\nTo withstand the light of day\n\nWh
EXTT3=en we came back from the war the banners and\nFlags hung on every
EXTT3=ones door\nWe danced and we sang in the street and\n\nThe church be
EXTT3=lls rang\nBut burning in my heart\nMy memory smoulders on\nOf the g
EXTT3=unners daying words on the intercom
EXTT4=Floating down through the clouds\nMemories come rushing up to mee
EXTT4=t me now\nIn the space between the heavens\nAnd in the corner of s
EXTT4=ome foreign field\nI had a dream\nI had a dream\nGoodbye Max\nGoodby
EXTT4=e Ma\nAfter the service when you're walking slowly to the car\nAnd
EXTT4= the silver on her hair shines in the cold november air\nYou hear
EXTT4= the tolling bell\nAnd you touch the silk in your lapel\nAnd as th
EXTT4=e tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band\nYou take her f
EXTT4=rail hand\nAnd hold on to the dream\n\nA place to stay \nEnough to e
EXTT4=at\nSomewhere old heroes shuffle safely wodn the street\nWhere you
EXTT4= can speak out loud\nAbout your doubts and fears\nAnd what's  more
EXTT4= no-one ever disappears\nYou never hear their standard issue kick
EXTT4=ing in your door\nYou can relax on both sides of the tracks\nAnd m
EXTT4=aniacs don't blow holes on bandsmen by remote control\nAnd everyo
EXTT4=ne has resourse to the law\nAnd no-one kills the children anymore
EXTT4=\nAnd no-one kills the children anymore\n\nNight after night\nGoing 
EXTT4=round and round my brain\nHis dream is driving me insane\nIn the c
EXTT4=orner of some foreign field\nThe gunner sleeps tonigt\nWhat's done
EXTT4= is done\nWe cannot just write off his final scene\nTake heed of h
EXTT4=is dream\nTake heed\n
EXTT5=Button your lip don't let the shield slip\nTake a fresh grip on y
EXTT5=our bullet proof mask\nAnd if they try to break down you disguise
EXTT5= with their questions\nYou can hide hide hide\nBehind paranoid eye
EXTT5=s\n\nYou put on your brave face and slip over the road for a jar\nF
EXTT5=ixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar\nLaughing too lou
EXTT5=d at the rest of the world\nWith the boys in the crowd\nYou can hi
EXTT5=de hide hide\nBehind patrified eyes\n\nYou beleived in their storie
EXTT5=s of flame fortune and glory\nnow you're lost in a haze of alcoho
EXTT5=l soft middle age\nThe pie in the sky turned out to be miles too 
EXTT5=high\nAnd you hide hide hide\nBehind brown and mild eyes
EXTT6=Brezhnev took Afganistan\nBegin took Beirut\nGaltieri took the Uni
EXTT6=on Jack\nAnd Maggie over lunch one day\nTook a cruiser with all ha
EXTT6=nds\nApparently to make him give it back
EXTT7=Take all of your overgrown infants away somewhere\n\nAnd build the
EXTT7=m a home a little place of their own\nThe Fletcher Memorial \nHome
EXTT7= for incurable tyrants and kings\n\nAnd they can appear to themsel
EXTT7=ves every day\nOn closed circuit TV\nTo make sure they're still re
EXTT7=al\nIt's the only connection they feel\n"Ladies and gentlemen, ple
EXTT7=ase welcome Reagan and Haig,\nmr. Begin and friend mrs. Thatcher 
EXTT7=and Paisley\nmr. Brezhnev and party\nThe ghost of McCarthy\nthe mem
EXTT7=ories of Nixon\nand now adding a colour a group of anonymous lati
EXTT7=n\namerican meat packing Glitterari"\n\nDid they expect us to treat
EXTT7= them with any respect\n\nThey can polish their medals and sharpen
EXTT7= their\nSmiles, and amuse themselves playing games for a while\nbo
EXTT7=om boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead\n\nSafe in the permanent 
EXTT7=gaze of a cold glass eye\nWith their favourite toys\nThey'll be go
EXTT7=od girls and boys\nIn the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial\nWas
EXTT7=ters of life and limb\n\nIs everyone in?\nAre you having a nice tim
EXTT7=e?\nNo the final solution can be applied
EXTT8=They disembarked in 45\nAnd no one speak and no one smiled\nThere 
EXTT8=were to many spaces in the line\nGathered at the cenotaph\nAll agr
EXTT8=eed with the hand on heart\nTo sneath the sicrificial knifes\n\nBut
EXTT8= now\n\nShe stands upon southampton dock\nWith her handkerchief\nAnd
EXTT8= her summer frock clings\nTo her wet body in the rain\nIn quiet de
EXTT8=speration knuckles\nWhite upon the slippery reins\nShe bravely wav
EXTT8=es the boys goodbye again\n\nAnd still the dark stain spreads betw
EXTT8=een\nHis shoulder blades\nA mute reminder of the poppy fields and 
EXTT8=graves\nAnd when the fight was over\nWe spent what they had made\nB
EXTT8=ut in the bottom of our hearts\nWe felt the final cut
EXTT9=Through the fish eyed lens of tear stained eyes\nI can barely def
EXTT9=ine the shape of this moment in time\nAnd far from flying high in
EXTT9= clear blue skies\nI'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground 
EXTT9=where I hide\n\nIf you negotiate the minefield in the drive\nAnd be
EXTT9=at the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes\nAnd if you make i
EXTT9=t past the shotgun in the hall\nDial the combination open the pri
EXTT9=esthole\nAnd if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall\n\nTher
EXTT9=e's a kid who had a big hallucination\nMaking love to girls in ma
EXTT9=gazines\nHe wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith\n
EXTT9=Could anybody love him\nOr is it just a crazy dream\n\nAnd if I slo
EXTT9=w you my dark side\nWill you still hold me tonight\nAnd if I open 
EXTT9=me heart to you\nAnd show you my weak side\nWhat would you do\nWoul
EXTT9=d you sell your storry to rolling stone\nWould you take the child
EXTT9=ren away\nAnd leave me alone\nAnd smile in reassurance\nAs you whis
EXTT9=per down the phone\nWould you send me packing\nOr would you take m
EXTT9=e home\n\nThough I oughta  bare my naked feelings\nThought I oughta
EXTT9= tear the curtain down\nI held the blade in trembling hands\nPrepa
EXTT9=red to make it but just then the phone rang\nI never had the nerv
EXTT9=e to make the final cut
EXTT10=Fuck all that we've got to get on with these\nGot to compete with
EXTT10= wily japanese\nThere's too many home fires burning\nAnd not enoug
EXTT10=h trees\nSo fuck all that\nwe've got to get on with these\n\nCant st
EXTT10=op  lose job  mind gone  silicon\nWhat bomb  get away  pay day  m
EXTT10=ake hay\nBreak down  need fix  big six\nClickity click  holn on  o
EXTT10=h no  brrrrrrrrrring bingo!\n\nMake em laugh  make em cry  make em
EXTT10=  dance in the aisles\nMake em pay  make em stay  make em feel ok
EXTT10=\n\nNot nah John\nWe've got to get on with the film show\nHollywood 
EXTT10=waits at the end of the rainbow\nWho cares what it's about\nAs lon
EXTT10=g as the kids go\nNot now John\nGot to get on with this\n\nHang on J
EXTT10=ohn\nWe've got to get on with this\nI don't know what it is\nBut it
EXTT10= fits in here like\nCome at the end of the shirt\nWe'll go and get
EXTT10= pissed\nBut now now John\nI've got to get on with this\n\nHold on J
EXTT10=ohn\nI think there's something good on\nI used to read books about
EXTT10=\nIt could be the news\nOr some other abuse\nOr it could be reusabl
EXTT10=e shows\n\nFuck all that we've got to get on with these\nGot to com
EXTT10=pete with wily japanese\nNo need to worry about the vietnamese\nGo
EXTT10=t to bring the russian bear to his knees\nWell, maybe not the rus
EXTT10=sian bear\nMaybe the swedes\nWe showed argentina\nNow let's go and 
EXTT10=show these\nMake us feel tough\nAnd wouldn't Maggie be pleased\nNah
EXTT10= nah nah nah nah nah!\n\nS'cusi dove il bar\nSe para collo pou eine
EXTT10= toe bar\nS'il vous plait ou est le bar\nOl' where's the fucking b
EXTT10=ar john!
EXTT11=In my rear view mirror the sun is going down\nSinking behind brid
EXTT11=ges in the road\nAnd I think of all the good things\nThat we have 
EXTT11=left undone\nAnd I suffer premonitions\n\nConfirm suspicions\nOf the
EXTT11= holocaust to come\n\nThe wire that holds the cork\nThat keeps the 
EXTT11=anger in\nGives away\nAnd suddenly it's day again\nThe sun is in th
EXTT11=e east\nEven though the day is done\nTwo suns in the sunset\nhmmmmm
EXTT11=mmmmm\nCould be the human race is run\n\nLike the moment whet the b
EXTT11=rakes lock\nAnd you slide towards the big truck\nYou stretch the f
EXTT11=rozen moments with your fear\nAnd you'll never hear their voices\n
EXTT11=And you'll never see their faces\nYou have no recourse to the law
EXTT11= anymore\n\nAnd as the windshield melts\nMy tears evaporate\nLeaving
EXTT11= only charcoal to defend\nFinally I understand\nYhe feelings of th
EXTT11=e few\nAshes and diamonds\nFoe and friends\nWe are all equal in the
EXTT11= end
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