Key: D
Em
A4
C
Bm
F
G
Em
A
A4
A
Breathe, breathe in the air
Em
A
A4
A
Don’t be afraid to care
Em
A
A4
A
Leave but don’t leave me
Em
A
A4
A
Look around and choose your own ground
C
For long you live and high you fly
Bm
And smiles you’ll give and tears you’ll cry
F
And all you touch and all you see
G
Is all your life will ever be
Em
A
A4
A
Run, run rabbit run
Em
A
A4
A
Dig that hole, forget the sun,
Em
A
A4
A
And when at last the work is done
Em
A
A4
A
Don’t sit down it’s time to dig another one
C
For long you live and high you fly
Bm
But only if you ride the tide
F
And balanced on the biggest wave
G
Em
You race toward an early grave
TIME/BREATHE REPRISE
E5
F#5
E5
F#5
E5
F#5
E5
F5
E5
F#5
A5
F#5
E5
F#5
F#m
A
ticking away the moments that make up a dull day
E
F#m
you fritter and waste the hours in an off hand way
F#m
A
kicking around on a piece of ground in your home town
E
F#m
waiting for someone or something to show you the way
D7M
tired of lying in the sunshine
A7M
staying home to watch the rain
D7M
you are young and life is long
A7M
and there is time to kill today
D7M
and then one day you find
C#m
ten years have got behind you
Bm
no one told you when to run
E
you missed the starting gun
D7M
A7M
D7M
A7M
D7M
C#m
Bm
E
F#m
A
And you run and you run to catch up with the sun but it's sinking
E
F#m
Racing around to come up behind you again.
A
A7
A7(4)
A7
The sun is the same in a relative way but you're older,
E
F#m
Shorter of breath and one day closer to death.
D7M
A7M
Every year is getting shorter never seem to find the time.
D7M
A7M
Plans that either come to naught or half a page of scribbled lines
D7M
C#m
Hanging on in quiet desparation is the English way
Bm
The time is gone, the song is over,
Bm7
F/B
Thought I'd something more to say
Em7
A
Home, home again
Em7
A
I like to be here when I can
Em7
A
When I come in cold and tired
Em7
A
It’s good to warm my bones beside the fire
C
Far away across the field
Bm7
The tolling of the iron bell
F7M
Calls the faithful to their knees
G
F
Eb
Bm7
To hear the softly spoken magic spells
THE GREAT GIG IN THE SKY
Bm
F
F(b5) F
F6
F
F(b5) F
Bb
F/A
Gm7
C9
Gm7
C9
Gm7
C9
Gm7
C9
Gm7
C9
Gm7
C9
Bb/D
Bbm
F#7
Bm
Bm
F
F(b5) F
F6
F
F(b5) F
Bb
F/A
Gm7
C9
Gm7
C9
Gm7
C9
Gm7
C9
Gm7
C9
Gm7
C9
MONEY
Bm7
Money, get away.
Get a good job with more pay and you're okay.
F#m7
New car, caviar, four star daydream,
Em
Bm7
Think I'll buy me a football team.
Bm7
Money, get back.
I'm all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack.
F#m7
Em
I'm in the high-fidelity first class travelling set
Bm7
And I think I need a Lear jet.
Bm7
Money, it's a crime.
Share it fairly but don't take a slice of my pie.
F#m7
Em
But if you ask for a raise it's no surprise that they're
Bm
giving none away.
US AND THEM
D2
E2/D G/D
D2
D2
E2/D G/D
D2
E2/D
Us, and them
G/D
D
A/D
And after all we're only ordinary men.
D2
E2/D
Me, and you.
G/D
D
A/C#
God only knows it's not what we would choose to do.
Bm
Forward he cried from the rear
Bm/A
D/G
C
and the front rank died.
Bm
A
The general sat and the lines on the map
D/G
C
moved from side to side.
D2
E2/D
Black and blue
G/D
D2
And who knows which is which and who is who.
E2/D
Up and down.
G/D
D
A/D
A/C#
And in the end it's only round and round and round.
Bm
"Haven't you heard? It's a battle of words"
Bm/A
D/G
C
the poster bearer cried.
Bm
"Listen son", said the man with the gun
Bm/A
D/G
C
"There's room for you inside."
D2
E2/D G/D
A/D
D2
E2/D G/D
D2
Bm
Bm/A
D/G
C
Bm
A
Bm
Bm/A
G
C
D2
E2/D
Down and out
G/D
D
It can't be helped but there's a lot of it about.
D2
E2/D
With, without.
G/D
D
And who'll deny it's what the fighting's all about?
Bm
Out of the way, it's a busy day
Bm/A
D/G
C
I've got things on my mind.
Bm
For the want of the price of tea and a slice
Bm/A
D/G
C
The old man died.
ANY COLOR YOU LIKE
Dm7
G
Dm7
G
Dm7
G
Dm7
G
Dm7
G
Dm7
G
Dm7
G
Dm7
G
Dm7
G
Dm7
G
Dm7
G
Dm7
G
BRAIN DAMAGE
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
D2
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
D2
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