When The Wind Blows (David Bowie)

So long child
I'm on my way

And after all is done
After all is done
Don't be down
It's all in the past
Though you may be afraid

So long child
It's all gone dark

And I've never felt the sun
I dread to think of when
When the wind blows
When the wind blows

When the wind blows
When the wind blows

Life burns a savage wound
Angry and wrought

Trusting a twisted word
You'll run
Run away
You'll take him on home
You'll spin and taunt him

But they won't believe you
No matter what you say

So long child
It's awful dark

I've never felt the sun
I dread to think of when
When the wind blows
When the wind blows

When the wind blows
When the wind blows



Facts And Figures (Hugh Cornwell)

If all the food
The warsmen ate was sent around the world
Noone would have to work
A single day

If all the money
In the banks was left to boy and girl
Noone could then complain
About their pay

Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Filling up the pages every day
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Spilling out of papers every day

Upon the roads
The accidents
They rob us of the few
Wars
They take away so many more

As long as we don't know them
They remain upon the page
It's the history book picture
That you saw

Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Filling up the pages every day
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Spilling out of papers every day

Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Right or wrong is difficult to say
'Cause everybody knows
The way that the wind blows
Facts and figures can be friends or foes

Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Facts and figures
Right or wrong is difficult to say
'Cause everybody knows
The way that the wind blows
Facts and figures can be friends or foes

So try to keep your fingers crossed
When listening for the bell
So facts and figures don't catch you as well
So facts and figures don't catch us as well
So facts and figures don't catch us as well
So facts and figures don't catch us as well
So facts and figures don't catch us as well



The Brazilian (Genesis)

(Instrumental)



What Have They Done (Squeeze)

The wind blows the ash to the furnace
The steel men are sitting at home
And the video game
Can't replace the flame
That once burned all day on the coal

The wind blows along in the gutter
In a rush to get out of the town
Where the row of shops is sold up in lots
Developers bought the whole town
And in the place is a pile of bricks
Where children play with sticks and stones
What have they done
What have they done
What have they done
What have they done

The sunshine is bright on the ranada
Where I once saw the film ??if??
Now they all stand in line
For it's bingo tonight
No more films with Malcom B.

The cranes on the dock are redundant
Standing so tall in the sky
Shuffling trolleys and docks
In around in the mud
The dockman has a tear is his eye
And in his hand is a pint of beer
No more dock sheds are here to run
What have they done
What have they done
What have they done
What have they done

What have they done
What have they done
What have they done
What have they done
What have they done
What have they
What have they done
What have they done
What have they
What have they done



The Shuffle (Paul Hardcastle)

(Instrumental)



The Russian Missile

(instrumental)



Towers Of Faith

Ooooh, the lonely boys
In their towers of faith
Ooooh, the lonely boys
Locked in their towers of faith

The prophet reclined
In the Golan Heights

Ohhh, the lonely boys

He said "This land is my land"
To the Shiites

Ooooh, the lonely boys

And Jehova looked up from the sea of Galilee beneath
He said "I see you, you thief!
This land is my land
And this sand is my sand
And this band is my band"

Oh the lonely boys
Lookin' over their shoulder
Checkin out every boulder in the park
Where the gates are closed from hate
After dark

And the Pope rolled up in his armored van
He fell on his knees and kissed the land
He said something
That I did not understand
It was in polish
Then up stepped an aide, he said "I will translate
Here is what His Holiness said:
'I am the Chief Jesuit.
This land is Jesus' land.
And that is all
All that there is to it.'"

And in New York City
The business Jim in his mohair suit
In the world trade center
Puffs on his cheroot
And he said
"Well I don't care who owns the desert sands,
My brief
Is with the hydrocarbons underneath"

And the sea of battle rages around the ancient tombs
And mother nature licks her wounds
And the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith
Who are nervous in the park when the gates are closed after dark

Ooooh, the lonely boys
In their towers of faith
Ooooh, the lonely boys
Locked in their towers of faith



Hilda's Dream

Radio:
"Radio Four, with the news at 1 o'clock this Thursday
lunchtime. The Prime Minister, speaking a few minutes ago in the
House of Commons, has warned that the international situation is
deteriorating rapidly and that war could break out at any time in
the
next two or three days."

Jim:
"This is it! This is really it!"

Hilda:
"I shouldn't worry too much, it'll probably all blow over."

(instrumental)



The American Bomber

(instrumental)



The Anderson Shelter

Hilda:
"It's funny to think there's no shelters this time. We had an
old Anderson in the garden. I can see it now. We had stertians
growing all over it, and we painted the front green. Painted it
looked quite pretty. Next door grew cabbages on theirs.

Jim:
"Yes, we had a Morrison. I used to sleep in it. Mmmm. I stuck
pin-up girls all over the inside. Betty Grabel, Ann Shelton, Patricia
Rock. The roof got all smoky, 'cause I used to read in bed with a
candle."

Hilda:
"Yes, it was nice at the war, really. The shelters, the
blackouts, cups of tea..."

Jim:
"The A.R.P., the evacuees, London kids seeing cows for the
first time....'

Hilda:
"Old Churchill on the wires..."

Jim:
"Those were the days."

(instrumental)



The British Submarine

(instrumental)



The Attack

Radio:
"An enemy missile attack has been launched against this
country. It is estimated that the missiles will arrive in
approximately three minutes."

Jim:
"God, almighty, there's only three minutes to go!"

Hilda:
"Okay, I'll just get the washing in."

Jim:
"Shut up! I'm trying to listen!"

Radio:
"Stay indoors."

Hilda:
"Oh, dear, I've left the oven on."

Jim:
"Get in! Get in! Get in!"

Hilda:
"The cake will be burned!"

(instrumental)



The Fallout

Jim:
"Blimey! I...I suppose...that was it."

Hilda:
"Wasn't it light?"

Jim:
"Yea, terrific. You--you get terrific light with those bombs.
Listen! A dog!"

Hilda:
"What does the fallout look like, dear?"

Jim:
"Fallout? The government director neglected to mention what it
would look like. I expect it would look a bit like snow does, only
gray. Very quiet. I expect they're all are having a good lie-in
after the bombing."

Hilda:
"Terrible smell of burning."

Jim:
"Well, yes. Well there's bound to be. That's logical..."

Hilda:
"It's like...roast meat."

Jim:
"Yes, it does. I expect everybody will be having their Sunday
dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances..."

Jim:
"A cloud coming up. Looks like rain. We'll be alright for
water now for a while, my dear."

Hilda:
"Do you think rainwater is alright to drink?"

Jim:
"Well, yes, of course it is. There's nothing purer than
rainwater, is there? Everybody knows that."

Hilda:
"Oh, look! My hair's coming out."

(instrumental)



Hilda's Hair

Jim:
"I shall hear no evil...and thou shalt accompany me all the
days--all the days of my life...uh...lay me down in--in--in green
pastures..I...I don't know anymore..."

Hilda:
"That was nice, really. Lay me down in green pastures--"

Jim:
"Oooh yes, yes...enter the valley of the shadow of death

Hilda:
"no more, now...no more..."

(instrumental)



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