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Incarceration Of A Flower Child Tom: C C Cmaj7 Do you remember me? how we used to be F C helpless and happy and blind? D7 G# G C G Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine? C Cmaj7 Laying on the living-room floor on those indian F C tapestry cushions you made D7 G# G C C7 Thinking of calling our first born jasmine or jade.
F C
Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it to me,
F
Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it,
C C7
don't think about what it might be,
D7 F C
Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor,
D7 G C G
It's gonna get cold in the 1970's.
C Cmaj7
You wouldn't listen, you thought you knew better,
F C
you just to had to speak to that man.
D7 G# G C
Please believe me, I'll visit whenever I can.
C Cmaj7
Laying in your little white room with no windows and
F C
three square sedations a day,
D7 G# G
You plead with the doctor who's running the show,
C G C
"Please don't take jasmine away and leave me alone!"
F C
Don't do it, don't do it, don't do it, don't do it to me,
F
Don't think about it, don't think about it, don't think about it,
C C7
don't think about what it might be,
D7 F C
Don't get up to open the door, just stay with me here on the floor,
D7 G C G
It's gonna get cold in the 1970's.
(guitar solo)
C Cmaj7 F G C D7 G# G C G
C Cmaj7
Do you remember me? how we used to be
F C
helpless and happy and blind?
D7 G# G C G
Sunk without hope in a haze of good dope and cheap wine?
C Cmaj7
Now in your little white room with no windows and
F C
three square sedations a day,
D7 G# G
You plead with the doctor who's running the show,
C G C
"Please don't take jasmine away and leave me alone!"
The Ballad Of Jean Charles de Menezes Tom: F
F C Dm All in all it's just another brick in the wall F C Dm All in all you're just another brick in the wall
Bb F Just another blunder Bb F Just another lousy call Bb F C Just another clap of thunder
Bb F
And apologies ring hollow
Bb F
From the guilty in Whitehall
Bb F
And there's no hint of sorrow
Bb F
Just the whitewash on the wall
C
Nothing is change (Nothing at all)
Bb F C And Jean Charles de Menezes remains Bb C F Just another brick in the wall!
F C Dm C F
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Towers Of Faith Tom: G
G F#m
Ooooh, the lonely boys
in their towers of faith
ooooh, the lonely boys
locked in their towers of faith
G
the prophet reclined
C
on the golan heights
Am D/F#
ohhh, the lonely boys
G
he said, this land is my land
C
to the Shiites
Am D
ooooh, the lonely boys
G C
and jehova looked up from the sea of galilee beneath
Am D
he said, i see you, you thief
D G
this land is my land
C
and this sand is my sand
G
and this band is my band
D C
oh the lonely boys
G
lookin' over their shoulder
Em
checkin out every boulder in the park
Am
where the gates are closed from hate
D
after dark
G C
and the pope rolled up in his armored van
Am D
he fell on his knees and kissed the land
G C
he said something that i did not understand
it was in polish
Am
then up stepped an aide
D
he said, i will translate
here is what his holiness said:
G Em
'i am the chief jesuit.'
Am
'this land is jesus' land.'
D
'and that is all'
'all that there is to it.'
G C G C
G Em Am D
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G
and in new york city
C
the business man in his mohair suit
in the world trade center
Am D
puffs on his cheroot
and he said,
G C
well i don't care who owns the desert sands
Am
my brief
D
is with the hydrocarbons underneath
G
and the sea of battle rages
C
around the ancient tombs
and mother nature licks her wounds
Am
and the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith
D
who are nervous in the park
G
when the gates are closed after dark
G F#m
ooooh, the lonely boys in their towers of faith ooooh, the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith
Bravery Of Being Out Of Range Tom: D Intro: D D/C# D/B D/A D/G D/F# D/E
D
You have a natural tendency
D/C#
To squeeze off a shot
D/B
You're good fun at parties
D/A
You wear the right masks
D/G
You're old but you still
D/F#
Like a laugh in the locker room
D/E
You can't abide change
You're at home on the range
You opened your suitcase Behind the old workings To show off the magnum You deafened the canyon A comfort A friend Only upstaged in the end By the Uzi machine gun
D/E Does the recoil remind you Remind you of sex E (E f#) G D Old man what the hell you gonna kill next E (E f#) G D Old timer who you gonna kill next
I looked over Jordan and what did I see Saw a U.S. Marine in a pile of debris I swam in your pools And lay under your palm trees I looked in the eyes of the Indian Who lay on the Federal Building steps
And through the range finder over the hill I saw the front line boys popping their pills Sick of the mess they find On their desert stage And the bravery of being out of range Yeah the question is vexed
Old man what the hell you gonna kill next Old timer who you gonna kill next
Bridge ????
Hey bartender over here Two more shots And two more beers Sir turn up the TV sound The war has started on the ground Just love those laser guided bombs They're really great For righting wrongs You hit the target And win the game From bars 3,000 miles away 3,000 miles away
E (E f#) G D We play the game with the bravery of being out of range We zap and maim with the bravery of being out of range We strafe the train with the bravery of being out of range We gain terrain with the bravery of being out of range We play the game with the bravery of being out of range
The Tide Is Turning After Live Aid
Tom: C
C
I used to think the world was flat
Am
Rarely threw my hat into the crowd
F G
I felt I had used up my quota of yearning
C
Used to look in on the children at night
Am
In the glow of their Donald Duck light
F G
And frighten myself with the thought of my little ones burning
Am G C
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Am G C
The tide is turning
C
Satellite buzzing through the endless night
Am
Exclusive to moonshots and world title fights
F G
Jesus Christ imagine what it must be earning
C
Who is the strongest, who is the best
Am
Who holds the aces, the East or the West
F G
This is the crap our children are learning
Am G C
But oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Am G C
The tide is turning
Am G C
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
C
Now the satellite's confused
'Cos on Saturday night
Am
The airwaves were full of compassion and light
F
And his silicon heart warmed
G
To the sight of a billion candles burning
Am G C
Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
Am G C
Oo, oo, oo, the tide is turning
[spoken:]The tide is turning Billy
C
I'm not saying that the battle is won
Am
But on Saturday night all those kids in the sun
F G
Wrested technology's sword from the hand of the War Lords
Am G C
Oh, oh, oh, the tide is turning
Am G C
The tide is turning Sylvester
Am G C over "The tide is turning" in various ways until fade out.
Additionally: Now the past is over but you are not alone Together we'll fight Sylvester Stallone We will not be dragged down in his South China Sea of macho bullshit and mediocrity
Perfect Sense Part 2 Tom: C
(C) Can't you see? it all makes perfect sense. (C) Expressed in dollars and cents, pounds shillings and (G) pence. (F) Can't you see it all makes(G)perfect(C)sense.
(Gm)Little black soul departs in perfect(C)focus. (Hold on soldier) (Gm)Prime time fodder for the News at Nine. (Bb)Darling is the child warm in the bed(C)tonight.
(Chat)
Hi everybody I'm Marv Albert
And welcome to our telecast.
Coming to you live from Memorial Stadium
It's a beautiful day,
And today we except a sensational matchup
But first our global anthem-
(F) Can't you see.
(F) It all makes perfect sense
(F) Expressed in dollars and cents
(F) Pounds shillings and(C)pence
(Bb)Can't you see?
It all makes(C)perfect(F)sense
(Chat)
And here come the players
As I speak to you now the captain
Has he cross hairs zeroed on the oil rig
It looks to me like he's going to attack
By the way did you know that a submarine
Captain earns 200,000 dollars a year
Oh that's less tax Marv less tax
Uh thank you Emery you're welcome
Now back to the game he fires one yes
There goes two both fish are running
The rig is going into a prevent defense
Will they make it I don't think so
(F) Can't you see.
(F) It all makes perfect sense
(F) Expressed in dollars and cents
(F) Pounds shillings and(C)pence
(Bb)Can't you see?
It all makes(C)perfect(F)sense.
Leaving Beirut Tom: C
C E E7 Are these the people that we should bomb F G Are we so sure they mean us harm C E E7 Is this our pleasure, punishment or crime F G Is this a mountain that we really want to climb C E E7 The road is hard, hard and long F Put down that two by four G C This man would never turn you from his door E E7 Oh George! Oh George! F G C That Texas education must have fucked you up when you were very small
C E E7 When I was 17 my mother, bless her heart, F G C Fulfilled my summer dream she handed me the keys to the car E E7 We motored down to Paris, fuelled with Dexedrine and booze F G Got bust in Antibes by the cops and fleeced in Naples by the wops C E E7 But everyone was kind to us, we were the English dudes F Our dads had helped them win the war G C When we all knew what we were fighting for E E7 But now an Englishman abroad is just a US stooge F G The bulldog is a poodle snapping round the scoundrel's last refuge
C
Is gentleness too much for us
E E7 F
Should gentleness be filed along with empathy
G
We feel for someone else's child
C E E7
Every time a smart bomb does its sums and gets it wrong
F G
Someone else's child dies and equities in defence rise
C E E7
America, America, please hear us when we call
F
You got hip-hop, be-bop, hustle and bustle
G
You got Atticus Finch, you got Jane Russell
C
You got freedom of speech, you got great beaches,
E E7
Wildernesses and malls
F
Don't let the might, the Christian right,
G C
Fuck it all up for you and the rest of the world
C E E7 Not in my name, Tony, you great war leader you F G Terror is still terror, whosoever gets to frame the rules C E E7 History's not written by the vanquished or the damned F G Now we are Genghis Khan, Lucretia Borghia, Son of Sam C E E7 In 1961 they took this child into their home F G I wonder what became of them in the cauldron that was Lebanon C E E7 If I could find them now, could I make amends? F G C How does the story end?
Every Strangers Eyes Tom: C Intro:C Am Dm G
VERSE:
C
In truck stops, and hamburger joints,
Am
In Cadillac limosuines, in the company of
Dm
Has-beens and bent-backs
G
And sleeping forms on pavement steps,
C
In libraries and railway stations,
Am
In books and banks,
Dm
In the pages of history
G C Am
And suicidal cavalry attacks I recognize
F G C
Myself in every stranger's eyes.
C
And in wheelchairs by monuments,
Am
Under tube trains, commuter accidents,
Dm
In council care and county courts,
G
At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts,
C
In drawing rooms and city morgues,
Am
In award-winning photographs of life-rafts on the China Seas,
Dm
In transit camps, under arc lamps, on unloading ramps,
G C Am
And faces blurred by rubber stamps I recognize
F G C
Myself in every stranger's eyes.
C Am Dm G
And now, from where I stand, upon this hill I've plundered from the pool
C Am Dm G
I look around, I search the sky, I shade my eyes so nearly blind
C C/G Am F
And I've seen sights of half-remembered days, I hear bells that chime in
strange,
G
familiar ways
C Am F G C F G Em Am Dm G
I recognize the hope you kindle in your eyes
C F G
It's oh, so easy now, as we lie here in the dark
Em Am Dm
Nothing interferes, it's obvious how to beat the tears that threaten to
snuff out the
G C CCC
smoke of our love.
Every Strangers Eyes
Tom: C
Intro: C Am Dm G
C
In truck stops, and hamburger joints,
Am
In Cadillac limosuines, in the company of
Dm
Has-beens and bent-backs
G
And sleeping forms on pavement steps,
C
In libraries and railway stations,
Am
In books and banks,
Dm
In the pages of history
G C Am
And suicidal cavalry attacks I recognize
F G C
Myself in every stranger's eyes.
C
And in wheelchairs by monuments,
Am
Under tube trains, commuter accidents,
Dm
In council care and county courts,
G
At Easter fairs and sea-side resorts,
C
In drawing rooms and city morgues,
Am
In award-winning photographs of life-rafts on the China Seas,
Dm
In transit camps, under arc lamps, on unloading ramps,
G C Am
And faces blurred by rubber stamps I recognize
F G C
Myself in every stranger's eyes.
C Am Dm G
And now, from where I stand, upon this hill I've plundered from the pool
C Am Dm G
I look around, I search the sky, I shade my eyes so nearly blind
C C/G Am F
And I've seen sights of half-remembered days, I hear bells that chime in
strange,
G
familiar ways
C Am F G C F G Em Am Dm G
I recognize the hope you kindle in your eyes
C F G
It's oh, so easy now, as we lie here in the dark
Em Am Dm
Nothing interferes, it's obvious how to beat the tears that threaten to
snuff out the
G C CCC
smoke of our love.
Folded Flags Tom: D
D Dmaj7
Rock-a-bye baby on the treetop
D7 G
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
D A
Oh babe, hate to see you fall that way
Bm A G
Better speak to the Powers That Be today
D A
Hey Joe where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
Bm A G
You can take your revenge, but you'll still feel bad
D A
There must be more to life than Lucky Strikes and some unlucky ones,
C G D
Folded flags and pipes and drums
D Dmaj7 I stood in the wings with you, our lives in the hands of a second-rate actor D7 G Held on the high ground of some big stage D A Oh babe, how do these jaded stars get so far away? Bm A G Will they catch what the other actors say?
D A
Hey Joe where you goin' with that dogma in your head?
Bm A G
You can prove your point but your kids will still be dead
D A
Bring down the curtain, this soap opera must surely close
C G D
Before the cold wind blows
G D
Hey Joe where you goin' with that gun in your hand?
G D
You can take your revenge, but you'll still feel bad
Em A Em A
Bring down the curtain, this soap opera must surely close
F#m Fm Em
Before the cold wind blows
D Dmaj7
So rock-a-bye babe on the treetop
D7 G
When the wind blows the cradle will rock
D A
There must be more to life than Lucky Strikes and some unlucky ones,
Bm Dm Em D
Folded flags and pipes and drums
Get Back To Radio Tom: C Intro: C Dm F C
C Dm
Like an ember glowin' in the dark
F C G
I have almost grown cold
C Dm
Frozen like a soldier standin' by a flag pole
Am F
Like the fire they all said was too warm
C G7 C
I have been tempted to hand in my keys
G7 C
But I am not alone
Dm
I feel you are with me
Am F
I will not be a packet of crap on MTV
C G7
I am a man, I will not be a number
C G7
Get back to radio, get back to radio
[sax solo] C Dm F C G7
C
Now I am a flame
Dm
I will be a fire again
F C
Carolyn Anne, give me your hand
G
Like a volcano gettin' ready to blow
Am F
The new generation waits by it's radio
C
God bless Bob Geldof
G7 C G7
Get back to radio, get back to radio, get back
[sax ending] C Dm F C G7 C Dm F C (fade)
Go Fishing Tom: Bm Intro:Em Em7 C D (Dadd9)
Bm7 We set out in the Spring =
D With a trunkful of books about everything. Bm7 About solar devices D And how nice natural childbirth is. Cmaj7/E We cut down some trees and trailed our ideals B7 Through the forest glade. Cmaj7/E We dammed up the stream and the kids cooled their heels B7 In the fishing pool we made. Em Em7 We held hands and we exchanged bands C Cmaj7 D And we practically lived off the land.
Bm7
You adopted a fox cub
D
Whose mother was somebody's coat.
Bm7
You fed him by hand, then snuggled him down
D
In the grandfather bed, while I wrote.
Cmaj7/E
And we grew our own maize
B7
And I only occasionally went into town
Cmaj7/E
To stock up on antibiotics
B7
And shells for the shotgun that I kept around.
Em Em7
I told the kids stories while you worked your loom
C Cmaj7 D
And the sun went down sooner each day.
Bridge:
G Em7/F# Em Em7 C Cmaj7 D Dadd9 (2x) Bm7 D (2x) Cmaj7/E B7 (2x)
Bm7 Then the leaves all fell down, D And the crops all turned brown. It was over. Bm7 As the first snowflakes fell D I realized all was not well in the camp.
Cmaj7/E
The kids caught bronchitis,
B7
The space heater ran out of diesel,
Cmaj7/E
One weekend a friend from the east
B7
(Rot his soul) stole your heart.
Em Em7 I said, =D2Fuck it then, take the kids back to town, C Cmaj7 D Dadd9 Maybe I'll see you around.=D3
G Em7/F# Em Em7 C Cmaj7 D Dadd9 (2x)
G Em7/F# Em Em7 And so leaving all our hopes and dreams C Cmaj7 D =
To the wind and the rain, Dadd9 G Em7/F# =
Taking only our stash,
Em Em7
Left our litter and trash
C Cmaj7
And set out =
D Dadd9 G (etc. to fade) On the road again.