The Fletcher Memorial Home 1 Guitar Tabs Pink Floyd
Below is "The Fletcher Memorial Home" by Pink Floyd from the
album "The Final Cut" (the last real Pink Floyd release..., though
some might say that the last real release was "The Wall").
Some kind soul might be able to make a tab for the guitar solo, I'm not
good at that (I'm not even sure I got it completely right myself).
The Fletcher Memorial Home Pink Floyd
G C G Am
Take all your overgrown infants away, somewhere,
D Bb+ Bm
And build them a home, a little place of their own.
Em D Em7 D G - C
The "Fletcher Memorial Home" for incurable tyrants and kings.
G C - G - Am7
And they can appear to themselves everyday,
D Bb+ Bm - Am - Bm
On closed circuit TV, to make sure they're still real.
C D Em
It's the only connection they feel.
"Ladies and gentlemen: please welcome Reagan and Haig,
Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher and Paisley,
Mr. Brezhnev and party, the ghost of McCarthy,
The memories of Nixon. And now adding colour,
G D C
A group of anonymous Latin-american meat packing glitterati."
Did they expect us to treat them with any respect,
G D C
They can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles,
G D G
And amuse themselves playing games for a while,
D C Em
Boom, Boom, Bang, Bang, lie down you're dead.
G C G Am
Safe in their permanent gaze of a cold glass eye,
D Bb+ Bm
With their favorite toys, they'll be good girls and boys,
Em C D Em7 D G
In the "Fletcher Memorial Home" for colonial wasters of life and limb.
D C G C
Is everone in, are you having a nice time?
D C Em
Now the final solution can be applied.
Bb+ = (004332)
. Pink Floyd lyrics
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 priesthole
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!"