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The final cut

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  1. The Post War DreamVer letra 3:02


    letra de The Post War Dream

    Tell me true tell me why was Jesus crucified
    Is it for this that daddy died?
    Was it for you? was it me?
    Did I watch too much t.v.?
    Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?
    If it wasn't for the nips
    Being so good at building ships
    The yards would still be open on the clyde
    And it can't be much fun for them
    Beneath the rising sun
    With all their kids committing suicide
    What have we done maggie what have we done
    What have we done to England
    Should we shout should we scream
    "What happened to the post war dream?"
    Oh Maggie Maggie what have we done?

  2. Your Possible PastsVer letra 4:22


    letra de Your Possible Pasts

    They flutter behind you your possible pasts
    Some brightened and crazy some frightened and lost
    A warning to anyone still in command
    Of their possible future to take care
    In derelict sidings the poppies entwine
    With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time

    Do you remember me? how we used to be?
    Do you think we should be closer?

    She stood in the doorway the ghost of a smile
    Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
    Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
    For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
    Stepping uo boldly one put out his hand
    He said, " I was just a child then now I'm only a man"

    Do you remember me? how we used to be?
    Do you think we should be closer?

    By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
    Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
    Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
    Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay
    And strung out behind us the banners and flags
    Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags

    Do you remember me? how we used to be?
    Do you think we should be closer?

  3. One Of The FewVer letra 1:23


    letra de One Of The Few

    When you're one of the few,
    To land on your feet.
    What do you do to make ends meet?

    Make 'em mad
    Make 'em sad
    Make 'em add two and two

    Make 'em me
    Make 'em you
    Make 'em do what you want them to

    Make 'em laugh
    Make 'em cry
    Make 'em lay down and die

  4. The Hero's ReturnVer letra 2:56


    letra de The Hero's Return

    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.
    And even now part of me flies over
    Dresden at angels one five.
    Though they'll never fathom it begind my
    Sarcasm desperate memories lie.

    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.

    When we came back from the war the banners and
    Flags hung on everyone's door.
    We danced and we sang in the street and
    The church bells rang.
    But burning in my heart
    My memory smolders on
    Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.

  5. The Gunners DreamVer letra 5:07


    letra de The Gunners Dream

    Floating down through the clouds
    Memories come rushing up to meet me now.
    In the space between the heavens
    and in the corner of some foreign field
    I had a dream.
    I had a dream.
    Good-bye Max.
    Good-bye Ma.
    After the serng slowly to the car
    And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
    You hear the tolling bell
    And touch the silk in your lapel
    And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
    You take her frail hand
    And hold on to the dream.
    A place to stay
    "Oi! A real one"
    Enough to eat
    Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
    Where you can speak out loud
    About your doubts and fears
    And what's more no-one ever disappears
    You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.
    You can relax on both sides of the tracks
    And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
    And everyone has recourse to the law
    And no-one kills the children anymore.
    And no one kills the children anymore.

    Night after night
    Going round and round my brain
    His dream is driving me insane.
    In the corner of some foreign field
    The gunner sleeps tonight.
    What's done is done.
    We cannot just write off his final scene.
    Take heed of his dream.
    Take heed.

  6. Paranoid EyesVer letra 3:40


    letra de Paranoid Eyes

    Button your lip. Don't let the shield slip.
    Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask.
    And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions
    You can hide, hide, hide,
    "I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five"
    "Ta! You was unlucky there son"
    "Time gentleman!"
    Behind paranoid eyes.

    You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar.
    Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar,
    Laughing too loud at the rest of the world
    With the boys in the crowd
    You hide, hide, hide,
    Behind petrified eyes.

    You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory.
    Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age
    The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high.
    And you hide, hide, hide,
    Behind brown and mild eyes.

  7. Get Your Filthy Hands Off My DesertVer letra 1:19


    letra de Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert

    "Oi, get your filthy hands off my desert!"
    "What 'e say?"

    Brezhnev took Afghanistan.
    Begin took Beirut.
    Galtieri took the Union Jack.
    And Maggie, over lunch one day,
    Took a cruiser with all hands.
    Apparently, to make him give it back

  8. The Fletcher Memorial HomeVer letra 4:11


    letra de The Fletcher Memorial Home

    Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
    And build them a home, a little place of their own.
    The Fletcher Memorial
    Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.

    And they can appear to themselves every day
    On closed circuit T.V.
    To make sure they're still real.
    It's the only connection they feel.
    "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig,
    Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisly,
    "Hello Maggie!"
    Mr. Brezhnev and party.
    "Who's the bald chap?"
    The ghost of McCarthy,
    The memories of Nixon.
    And now, adding color, a group of anonymous latin-
    American Meat packing glitterati.

    Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
    They can polish their medals and sharpen their
    Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for awhile.
    Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead.

    Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
    With their favorite toys
    They'll be good girls and boys
    In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial
    Wasters of life and limb.

    Is everyone in?
    Are you having a nice time?
    Now the final solution can be applied.

  9. Southampton DockVer letra 2:13


    letra de Southampton Dock

    They disembarked in '45
    And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
    There were too many spaces in the line.
    And gathered at the cenotaph
    All agreed with the hand on heart
    To sheath the sacrificial knives.
    But now
    She stands upon Southampton dock
    With her handkerchief
    And her summer frock
    Clings to her wet body in the rain.
    In quiet desperation knuckles
    White upon the slippery reins
    She bravely waves the boys Goodbye again.

    And still the dark stain spreads between
    Their shoulder blades.
    A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves.
    And when the fight was over
    We spent what they had made.
    But in the bottom of our hearts
    We felt the final cut.

  10. The Final CutVer letra 4:46


    letra de The Final Cut

    Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
    I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
    And far from flying high in clear blue skies
    I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

    If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
    And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
    And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,
    Dial the combination, open the priest hole
    And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.

    There's a kid who had a big hallucination
    Making love to girls in magazines.
    He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.
    Could anybody love him
    Or is it just a crazy dream?

    And if I show you my dark side
    Will you still hold me tonight?
    And if I open my heart to you
    And show you my weak side
    What would you do?
    Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
    Would you take the children away
    And leave me alone?
    And smile in reassurance
    As you whisper down the phone?
    Would you send me packing?
    Or would you take me home?

    Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,
    Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.
    I held the blade in trembling hands
    Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
    I never had the nerve to make the final cut.

    "Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen its a HaHa!"

  11. Not Now JohnVer letra 5:01


    letra de Not Now John

    Fuck all that we've got to get on with these
    Gotta compete with the wily Japanese.
    There's too many home fires burning
    And not enough trees.
    So fuck all that
    We've go to get on with these.

    Can't stop
    Lose job
    Mind gone
    What bomb
    Get away
    Pay day
    Make hay
    Break down
    Need fix
    Big six
    Clickity click
    Hold on
    Oh no
    Brrrrrrrrrring bingo!

    Make 'em laugh.
    Make 'em cry.
    Make 'em dance in the aisles.
    Make 'em pay.
    Make 'em stay.
    Make 'em feel ok.

    Not nah John
    We've got to get on with the film show.
    Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow.
    Who cares what it's about
    As long as the kids go?
    Not now John
    Got to get on with the show.

    Hang on John we've got to get on with this.
    I don't know what it is
    But it fits on here like
    Come at the end of the shift
    We'll go and get pissed.
    But now now John
    I've got to get on with this.

    Hold on John
    I think there's something good on.
    I used to read books but
    It could be the news
    Or some other abuse
    Or it could be reusable shows.

    Fuck all that we've got to get on with these
    Got to compete with the wily Japanese.
    No need to worry about the Vietnamese.
    Got to bring the Russian Bear to his knees.
    Well, maybe not the Russian Bear
    Maybe the Swedes.
    We showed Argentina
    Now let's go and show these.
    Make us feel tough
    And wouldn't Maggie be pleased?
    Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah!

    "S'cusi dove il bar
    Se para collo pou eine toe bar
    s'il vous plait ou est le bar
    (Say it in English!)
    Oi, where's the fucking bar John?
    (Oh, now you're talking!)"
    Oh! Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the day
    Go, Maggie!
    Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, now!

  12. Two Suns In The SunsetVer letra 5:14


    letra de Two Suns In The Sunset

    In my rear view mirror the sun is going down
    Sinking behind bridges in the road
    And I think of all the good things
    That we have left undone
    And I suffer premonitions
    Confirm suspicions
    Of the holocaust to come.

    The wire that holds the cork
    That keeps the anger in
    Gives way
    And suddenly it's day again.
    The sun is in the east
    Even though the day is done.
    Two suns in the sunset
    Could be the human race is run.

    Like the moment when the brakes lock
    And you slide towards the big truck
    "Oh no!"
    "Daddy, Daddy!"
    You stretch the frozen moments with your fear.
    And you'll never hear their voices
    And you'll never see their faces
    You have no recourse to the law anymore.

    And as the windshield melts
    My tears evaporate
    Leaving only charcoal to defend.
    Finally I understand the feelings of the few.
    Ashes and diamonds
    Foe and friend
    We were all equal in the end.

    "And now the weather. Tomorrow will be cloudy with scattered showers
    Spreading from the east with an expected high of 4000 degrees

9 Comentarios de los usuarios

  1. jaime: buenisimo
  2. : chido
  3. feñe: muy bueno
  4. KINITO: Para mi el mejor disco de ellos.
  5. juan: Muy bueno,se nota mucho la influencia del anterior disco el muro.
  6. Juana: Te falta "When the tigers broke Free" que va en el lugar 4, despues de "One of the few". Muy buen disco, espero que puedas agregarle eso . Nada mas . Muchas gracias
  7. Anónimo: bueno! Pro sin duda el mejor de todos es animals!
  8. : Buenisimo, y conmovedor..!!! de los mejores discos
  9. maga-montez: Amo este álbum de principio a fin

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