Pink Floyd - Final Cut Album guitar tab

#The Final CutThe Post War Dream------------------Bb  C  F  Bb/F  F  Bb  C  Bb/F  FBb/F    F                     BbTell me true, tell me why was Jesus crucified?C                   C7    FIs it for this that daddy died?Bb/F   FWas it you? Was it me?      BbDid I watch too much T.V.?          C                            F     Bb/FIs that a hint of accusation in your eyes?FIf it wasn't for the NipsF7       BbBeing so good at building ships,    C                         C9       FThe yards would still be open on the Clyde.                             F7And it can't be much fun for them  BbBeneath the rising sun     C                         C7 FWith all their kids committing suicide.             Bb                         FWhat have we done, Maggie what have we done?              BbWhat have we done to England?C         F                   AShould we shout, should we scream,      Bb       Bbm             F/C       Dm7"What happened to the post war dream?"Gm7           C7Oh, Maggie,       C7+          F        C  Bb  FMaggie what have we done?Your Possible Pasts-------------------     G                                  AmThey flutter behind you your possible pasts,     C                          D              GSome brighteyed and crazy, some frightened and lost.  G                              AmA warning to anyone still in commandC                 D               GOf their possible future, to take care.   G                                 AmIn derelict sidings the poppies entwine     C                      D                 GWith cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time.EmDo you remember me, how we used to be,                         DDo you think we shoud be closer?    G                                       AmShe stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smileC                        D           GHaunting her face like a cheap hotel sign.    G                                     AmHer cold eyes imploring the men in their macs        C                         D               GFor the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs.G                                   AmStepping up boldly one put out his hand.          C                      D                GHe said, "I was just a child then, now I'm only a man."EmDo you remember me,  how we used to be,                          DDo you think we should be closer?Em  C  Em  C  Em  D  C  D  Cmaj9       G                                    AmBy the cold and religious we were taken in hand      C                    D            GShown how to feel good and told to feel bad.G                                      AmStrung out behind us the banners and flags       C                     D           GOf our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags.EmDo you remember me, how we used to be,                          DDo you think we should be closer?One Of The Few--------------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-----------------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.Cmaj7                      DAnd even now part of me flies overCmaj7Dresden at angels one five.D      Cmaj7Though they'll never fathom it behind my                           DSarcasm desperate memories lie.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 awayA memory that is too painfulTo withstand the light of day.Cmaj7                      D       Cmaj7When we came back from the war the banners and                         DFlags hung on everyone's door.   Cmaj7We danced and we sang in the street and                 DThe church bells rang.    G             CBut burning in my heart,   G                CMy memory smoulders on       G             C            Em add9Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.The Gunner's Dream------------------G  G+  Em  C  G  D  EmG             G+Floating down through the cloudsEm/G                  CMemories come rushing up to meet me now.       GIn the space between the heavens           D                             CAnd in the corner of some foreign field,        G      Em  CI had a dream,        GI had a dream.G            G+Goodbye Max, goodbye Ma.Em/G                          CAfter the service when you're walking slowly to the car        G                                DAnd the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air,    Em                         Cmaj7                  D/C     CYou hear the tolling bell, and touch the silk in your lapel,    G                                  D                      EmAnd as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band,C                  DYou 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  EmG                G+A place to stay, enough to eat,Em                           CSomewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street.              G                                    DWhere you can speak out loud about your doubts and fears,                EmAnd what's more no-one ever disappears,                                    Cmaj7You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.G                DYou can relax on both sides of the tracks,            Em                  C                      D7/CAnd maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control,    G                            DAnd everyone has recourse to the law,    C                            G     EmAnd no-one kills the children anymore.C                                   GNo-one kills the children anymore.C             D          G         D        Em      DNight after night, going round and round my brain,    C        D            GHis dream is driving me insane___________________.       GIn the corner of some foreign field,    DThe gunner sleeps tonight.Em                     C    D/CWhat's done is done.   G                               DWe cannot just write off his final scene.C                G       EmTake heed of his dream,C           EmTake heed.Paranoid Eyes-------------G                   C                          GButton your lip and don't let the shield slip.                          C            GTake a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask.C                                                      G          D  CAnd if they try to break down your disguise with their questions        G     D     C        G/B  Am  D  AmYou can hide, hide, hide,                GBehind paranoid eyes.        G                          C                   GYou put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar,                        C                    GFixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar.CLaughing too loud at the rest of the world         G    D      CWith the boys in the crowd.    G     D     C      Am  D  AmYou hide, hide, hide,                 GBehind petrified eyes.C  G  C  G  C  G  Em  D  Am  G      G                          C                 GYou believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory.                              C                   GNow you're lost in a haze of alchohol soft middle age.    C                                         G       D  CThe pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high.        G     D     C       Am  D  AmAnd you hide, hide, hide,Behind brown and mild eyes.Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert-----------------------------------G  C  D  GGBrezhnev took Afghanistan.CBegin took Beirut.D                       GGaltieri took the Union Jack.    GAnd Maggie, over lunch one day,       CTook a cruiser with all hands  D                              GApparently to make him give it back.     C         GMm________.The Fletcher Memorial Home--------------------------G                       C             G/B AmTake 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       CThe Fletcher Memorial Home for incurable tyrants     and   kings.    G                      C                  G/B   AmAnd they can appear to themselves every day,                  D            Bb+                Bm      A/B  BmOn closed circuit T.V. to make sure they're still real.C                   D         EmIt's the only connection they feel.                                      Cmaj7"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Reagan and Haig,                           DMr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher and Paisley,    Cmaj7Mr. Brezhnev and party, the ghost of McCarthy,                           DThe memories of Nixon. And now adding colour,  G                  D/F#                CA group of anonymous Latin-American meat packing glitterati."Em                                           DDid they expect us to treat them with any respect?         G            D/F#       CThey can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles,     G          D/F#         CAnd amuse themselves playing games for a while.G        D/F#         C               Em add9Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead.G  D/F#  Em  D/F#  G  D/F#  Em  D  Cmaj7  DG  D/F#  C  D  G  D/F#  Cmaj7  D  G  D/F#  Cmaj7  Em add9G                     C              G/B   AmSafe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye,                    D                Bb+            BmWith their favorite toys, they'll be good girls and boys.A/C# D   Em                C                 D          Em7  D/F#  GIn   the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial wasters of life and   limb.D/F#           C       G      D/F#   C add9Is everone in? Are you having a nice time?        D/F#    C               Em add9Now the final solution can be applied.Southampton Dock----------------FThey disembarked in 45,BbAnd no-one spoke and no-one smiledC                                  FThere were to many spaces in the line.Gathered at the cenotaphBbAll agreed with the hand on heart,C                              FTo sheath the sacrificial knives.            FBut now she stands upon Southampton dock         BbWith her handkerchief                     CAnd her summer frock clings                          FTo her wet body in the rain.In quiet desperation knucklesBbWhite upon the slippery reins    C                                 FShe bravely waves the boys goodbye again.    Bb         Bbm   FMm______.BbAnd still the dark stain spreads between    FHis shoulder blades.Bb                     F                         F7  Gm7A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves.F7  Bb                 C      Dm7  C7/EAnd when the fight was over   F          Am7      DmWe spent what they had made.    Gm7But in the bottom of our hearts                  FWe felt the final cut.The Final Cut-------------F                                          F/C   CThrough the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes____      Bb add9                                   FI can barely define the shape of this moment in time.    F                                  F/C   CAnd far from flying high in clear blue skies___,    Bb add9                                           FI'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.Bb                   FIf you negotiate the minefield in the drive,Bb                                   FAnd beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes,Bb         C                    DmAnd if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,Gm7Dial the combination, open the priesthole                   /C                                 FAnd if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.Am                                   FThere's a kid who had a big hallucinationAm                          CMaking lo