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Another Brick In The Wall
G Dm (5th)
Hey teacher .. leave them kids alone
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Dm(10) C(8) Dm(10) Dm(5) Am(5) G F
C Dm(5)
All in all you're just a-nother brick in the wall
The numbers refer to the postion the chord is played in.
Pink Floyd - Bike
G C7
I've got a bike. You can ride it if you like.
G
It's got a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good.
D G
I'd give it to you if I could, but I borrowed it.
D
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if want things.
G C7
I've got a cloak. It's a bit of a joke.
G
There's a tear up the front. It's red and black. I've had it for months.
D G
If you think it could look good, then I guess it should.
D
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.
G C7
I know a mouse, and he hasn't got a house.
G
I don't know why. I call him Gerald.
D G
He's getting rather old, but he's a good mouse.
D
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.
G C7
I've got a clan of gingerbread men.
G
Here a man, there a man, lots of gingerbread men.
D G
Take a couple if you wish. They're on the dish.
D
You're the kind of girl that fits in with my world.
I'll give you anything, everything if you want things.
G C7
I know a room of musical tunes.
G
Some rhyme, some ching. Most of them are clockwork.
D G
Let's go into the other room and make them work.
Pink Floyd - Brain Damage (Waters)
D G7/D
The lunatic is on the grass.
D G7/D
The lunatic is on the grass.
D E/D
Remembering games and daisy chains and laughs.
A7 D Dsus2
Got to keep the loonies on the path.
D G7/D
The lunatic is in the hall.
D G7/D
The lunatics are in my hall.
D E/D
The paper holds their folded faces to the floor
A7 D Dsus2 D7 D9
And every day the paper boy brings more.
G A
And if the dam breaks open many years too soon
C G
And if there is no room upon the hill
G A7
And if your head explodes with dark forebodings too
C G Bm7 Em7 A A7
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
D G7/D
The lunatic is in my head. (laughter)
D G7/D
The lunatic is in my head
D E/D
You raise the blade, you make the change
A7 D Dsus2
You re-arrange me 'till I'm sane.
D
You lock the door
E/D
And throw away the key
A7 D Dsus2 D7 D9
There's someone in my head but it's not me.
G A
And if the cloud bursts, thunder in your ear
C G
You shout and no one seems to hear.
A A7 A
And if the band you're in starts playing different tunes
C G Bm7 Em A7
I'll see you on the dark side of the moon.
D G7/D D G7/D D E/D A7 D Dsus2 D E/D A7 D Dsus2
Pink Floyd - Dogs (Gilmour, Waters)
Dm9 Bb Am9(sus4) Bb7
Dm9
You gotta be crazy, you gotta have a real need
Bb
Gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street
Am9(sus4)
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
Then moving in silently downwind and out of sight
Bb7
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking
Dm9
And after a while you can work on points of style
Bb
Like the club tie and the firm handshake
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile
Am9(sus4)
You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to
Bb7
So that when they turn their backs on you
You'll get the chance to put the knife in
Dm9 Bb Am9(sus4) Bb7
[Guitar solo]
Dm9
You've gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
Bb
You know it's gonna get harder, harder and harder as you get older
Am9(sus4)
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south, hide your head in the sand
Bb7 Dm9
Just another sad old man, all alone and dying of cancer
Bb Am9(sus4) Bb7 Dm
C Dm C Dm Bb F Eb F Eb Dm Dm9 C7 Dm A F Em
[Half tempo]
Dm C Dm C ... Bb C Bb C Bb C Bb C
[Guitar solo ad lib]
Dm C Dm C Dm C Bb C Bb C Dm A F Em
Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm C
And when you lose control you'll reap the harvest you have sown
Dm C Dm C Dm Bb A
And as the fear grows the bad blood slows and turns to stone
Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
C Bb C Bb C Dm A
So have a good drown as you go down all alone
F A Dm
Dragged down by the stone
Bb7
[Tempo I]
Dm9
Gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused
Bb
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used
Am9(sus4)
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
Bb7
If I don't stand my own ground how can I find my way out of the maze
Dm9
Deaf, dumb and blind you just keep on pretending
Bb
That everyone's expendable and noone has a real friend
Am9(sus4)
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
Bb7
And everything's done under the sun
And you believe at heart everyone's a killer
Dm C Dm C Dm C Dm Bb F E F E Dm
[Half tempo]
F C Dm
Who was born in a house full of pain
C F C Dm
Who was trained not to spit in the fan
C F C Dm7
Who was told what to do by the man
C F C Dm
Who was broken by trained personnel
C F C Dm7
Who was fitted with collar and chain
C F C Dm
Who was given a pat on back
C F C Dm
Who was breaking away from the pack
C F C Dm
Who was only a stranger at home
C F C Dm
Who was ground down in the end
C F C Dm
Who was found dead on the phone
C F C Bb A
Who was dragged down by the stone
F A7 Dm9
Who was dragged down by the stone
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