by Ian Anderson
(from the CD j-tull DOT.com)
Intro: Am / C / Dm / F // F /// C /// Am / C / Dm / F // C ///
[F] [//] [C] [///]
I [Am]review my past through wicked w[F]indows framed in silver [C]
[Am] [F]
and hung in toughened glass, upon [C]my face around and over
[F]Now and then:[C] memori[F]es of men who lov[C]ed me. [G]
[F] [E] [F] [Dm]
No stolen kis[C]s - could match their march on hot coals for me.
[Am] [/] [C] [/] [Dm] [/] [F] [//] [F] [///] [C] [///] [Am][/][C][/][Dm][/][F][//][C][///][F][//][C]
[///]
I [Am]have walked a line both faint a[F]nd narrow hard to follow, [C]
[Am]caught up in circumstance, harsh truth for his[F]tory to mellow. [C]
[F]Through my eyes: [C]loyaltie[Dm]s and obligation[C] [G]
[F]magnifi[E]ed: Obe[F]dience the better fe[Dm]llow. [C]
[Am] [/] [C] [/] [Dm] [/] [F] [//] [F] [///] [C] [///] [Am][/][C][/][Dm][/][F][//][C][///][F][//][C]
[///]
[Am]Better not remember me. Don't miss[G] my passing [D]
[Am]Fierce winter fails to ruff[G]le my icy sleep. [D]
[Am]We never quite vanish. No wet [G]soft surrender. [D]
[Am]Still waiting: bad blo[G]od running in close fa[D]milies.
[Dm]I laughed like an[F]y child - altho[C]ugh you might find that strange
and Chr[Dm]istmas was my favourite holiday. [A]
[Dm]Christmas was my favourite holiday. [A]
[Am] [/] [C] [/] [Dm] [/] [F] [//] [F] [///] [C] [///] [Am][/][C][/][Dm][/][F][//][C][///][F][//][C]
[///]
I [Am]am not alone, in seei[F]ng the world through wicked windows, [C]
while oth[Am]ers hide likewise, behind t[F]his vunerable squinting. [C]
It's [F]in the s[C]tare: It's in[F] the silent scrut[C]inizing. [G]
[F]Strip you bar[E]e: I offe[F]r you no more dis[Dm]guisi[C]ng.
[Am]Better not remember me. Don't miss[G] my passing [D]
[Am]Fierce winter fials to ruff[G]le my icy sleep. [D]
[Am]We never quite vanish. No wet [G]soft surrender. [D]
[Am]Still waiting: bad blo[G]od running in close fa[D]milies.
[Am] [/] [C] [/] [Dm] [/] [F] [//] [F] [///] [C] [///] [Am][/][C][/][Dm][/][F][//][C][///][F][//][C///]
I've been playing Ian's music (since '72) along with I'm sure, thousands of
others. Perhaps we could set up a world wide network of those like myself
who would love to meet (and jam) with others with the same love of Tull
music. You might list every major city in America (and the UK, Japan etc.)
and ask for a jam group leader for each city. I know you folks are out
there, I see you (and have joined you) jamming in the parking lot at every
Tull concert.
Enjoy, Bill Ungar
(from the CD j-tull DOT.com)
Intro: Am / C / Dm / F // F /// C /// Am / C / Dm / F // C ///
[F] [//] [C] [///]
I [Am]review my past through wicked w[F]indows framed in silver [C]
[Am] [F]
and hung in toughened glass, upon [C]my face around and over
[F]Now and then:[C] memori[F]es of men who lov[C]ed me. [G]
[F] [E] [F] [Dm]
No stolen kis[C]s - could match their march on hot coals for me.
[Am] [/] [C] [/] [Dm] [/] [F] [//] [F] [///] [C] [///] [Am][/][C][/][Dm][/][F][//][C][///][F][//][C]
[///]
I [Am]have walked a line both faint a[F]nd narrow hard to follow, [C]
[Am]caught up in circumstance, harsh truth for his[F]tory to mellow. [C]
[F]Through my eyes: [C]loyaltie[Dm]s and obligation[C] [G]
[F]magnifi[E]ed: Obe[F]dience the better fe[Dm]llow. [C]
[Am] [/] [C] [/] [Dm] [/] [F] [//] [F] [///] [C] [///] [Am][/][C][/][Dm][/][F][//][C][///][F][//][C]
[///]
[Am]Better not remember me. Don't miss[G] my passing [D]
[Am]Fierce winter fails to ruff[G]le my icy sleep. [D]
[Am]We never quite vanish. No wet [G]soft surrender. [D]
[Am]Still waiting: bad blo[G]od running in close fa[D]milies.
[Dm]I laughed like an[F]y child - altho[C]ugh you might find that strange
and Chr[Dm]istmas was my favourite holiday. [A]
[Dm]Christmas was my favourite holiday. [A]
[Am] [/] [C] [/] [Dm] [/] [F] [//] [F] [///] [C] [///] [Am][/][C][/][Dm][/][F][//][C][///][F][//][C]
[///]
I [Am]am not alone, in seei[F]ng the world through wicked windows, [C]
while oth[Am]ers hide likewise, behind t[F]his vunerable squinting. [C]
It's [F]in the s[C]tare: It's in[F] the silent scrut[C]inizing. [G]
[F]Strip you bar[E]e: I offe[F]r you no more dis[Dm]guisi[C]ng.
[Am]Better not remember me. Don't miss[G] my passing [D]
[Am]Fierce winter fials to ruff[G]le my icy sleep. [D]
[Am]We never quite vanish. No wet [G]soft surrender. [D]
[Am]Still waiting: bad blo[G]od running in close fa[D]milies.
[Am] [/] [C] [/] [Dm] [/] [F] [//] [F] [///] [C] [///] [Am][/][C][/][Dm][/][F][//][C][///][F][//][C///]
I've been playing Ian's music (since '72) along with I'm sure, thousands of
others. Perhaps we could set up a world wide network of those like myself
who would love to meet (and jam) with others with the same love of Tull
music. You might list every major city in America (and the UK, Japan etc.)
and ask for a jam group leader for each city. I know you folks are out
there, I see you (and have joined you) jamming in the parking lot at every
Tull concert.
Enjoy, Bill Ungar
