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 man 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 lunch time. 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.
Man: This is it! This is really it!
Woman: I shouldn't worry too much, it'll probably all blow over.
The American Bomber
Zero, Zero, Take Cover.
The Anderson Shelter
Woman: 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.
Man: 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.
Woman: Yes, it was nice at the war, really. The shelters, the blackouts, cups of tea...
Man: The A.R.P., the evacuees, London kids seeing cows for the first time...
Woman: Old Churchill on the wires...
Man: Those were the days.
The British Submarine
Three four five Three four five, Sir Steady as she goes Steady as she goes, Sir?
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.
Man: God, almighty, there's only three minutes to go!
Woman: Okay, I'll just get the washing in.
Man: Shut up! I'm trying to listen!
Radio: Stay indoors.
Woman: Oh, dear, I've left the oven on.
Man: Get in! Get in! Get in!
Woman: The cake will be burned!
The Fallout
Man: Blimey! I...I suppose...that was it. Woman: Wasn't it light?
Man: Yea, terrific. You--you get terrific light with those bombs. Listen! A dog!
Woman: What does the fallout look like, dear?
Man: 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.
Woman: Terrible smell of burning.
Man: Well, yes. Well there's bound to be. That's logical...
Woman: It's like...roast meat.
Man: Yes, it does. I expect everybody will be having their Sunday dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances...
Man: A cloud coming up. Looks like rain. We'll be all right for water now for a while, my dear.
Woman: Do you think rainwater is all right to drink?
Man: Well, yes, of course it is. There's nothing purer than rainwater, is there? Everybody knows that.
Woman: Oh, look! My hair's coming out.
Hilda's Hair
Man: I shall hear no evil...and thou shalt accompany me all the days--all the days of my life...uh...lay me down in green pastures..I...I don't know anymore...
Woman: That was nice, really. Lay me down in green pastures- Man: Oooh yes, yes...enter the valley of the shadow of death Woman: no more, now...no more...
Folded Flags
Rock a bye baby On the tree top When the wind blows The
cradle will rock And babe, hate to see you fall that way Better speak to the
palace than to be today
Hey Joe, where you goin' With that gun in your
hand? You can take your revenge But you'll still feel bad There must be
more to life than lucky strikes And some unlucky ones And folded flags and
pipes And drums
I stood in the wings with you Our lives in the
hands of a second-rate actor Holding the high ground On some old
stage And babe, how do these cheated stores get so far away Will they catch
you at the bottom
Hey Joe, where you goin' With that dogma in your
head? You can prove your point, But your kids will still be dead Bring
down the curtain The soap opera must surely close Before the cold wind
blows
Hey Joe, where you goin' with that gun in your hand You can
take your revenge But you'll still feel bad Bring down the curtain The
show must close Before the cold wind blows
So rock a bye baby On
the tree top When the wind blows The cradle will rock There must be
more to life than lucky strikes And some unlucky ones And folded flags and
pipes And drums