Tabbed by Taz Mckell and Edited and Revised by Mark Dalgarno, enjoy!
MINSTREL IN THE GALLERY
electric part chords
Esus4 E B G D A
The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces.
A E A B G D A
He met the gazes --- observed the spaces between the old men's cackle.
A E A B G D A
Then he brewed a song of love and hatred--obliquesuggestions and he waited.
A E A B G D A
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters --- static-humming panel-beaters ---
Bm E A F#m D E F#m
The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the rabbit-run.
D E A F#m D E F#m E
And threw away his looking-glass - saw his face in everyone.
(REST THE SAME)
He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating
one-line jokers --- T.V. documentary makers
(overfed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players --- family-scarred
and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the stage and he
looked at all the friends he'd made.
The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the
rabbit-run.
And threw away his looking-glass - saw his face in
everyone.
ACUSTIC PART
capo2
A Am C F G D G A
The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces.
F C F G
He met the gazes --- observed the spaces
D G A
between the old men's cackle.
A Am C F G
He brewed a song of love and hatred
G D G A
--- oblique suggestions --- and he waited.
F C F G C F C G
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters --- static-humming
G C
panel-beaters ---
F C F G C
freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters
G D G A
(salaried and collar-scrubbing).
(REST THE SAME)
He titillated men-of-action --- belly warming, hands
still rubbing on the parts they never mention.
He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating
one-line jokers --- T.V. documentary makers
(overfed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players --- family-scarred
and women-haters.
F C F G C
Then he called the band down to the stage
F Em Dm Am Am/G Am/F# F A
and he looked at all the friends he'd made.
MINSTREL IN THE GALLERY
electric part chords
Esus4 E B G D A
The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces.
A E A B G D A
He met the gazes --- observed the spaces between the old men's cackle.
A E A B G D A
Then he brewed a song of love and hatred--obliquesuggestions and he waited.
A E A B G D A
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters --- static-humming panel-beaters ---
Bm E A F#m D E F#m
The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the rabbit-run.
D E A F#m D E F#m E
And threw away his looking-glass - saw his face in everyone.
(REST THE SAME)
He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating
one-line jokers --- T.V. documentary makers
(overfed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players --- family-scarred
and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the stage and he
looked at all the friends he'd made.
The minstrel in the gallery looked down on the
rabbit-run.
And threw away his looking-glass - saw his face in
everyone.
ACUSTIC PART
capo2
A Am C F G D G A
The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces.
F C F G
He met the gazes --- observed the spaces
D G A
between the old men's cackle.
A Am C F G
He brewed a song of love and hatred
G D G A
--- oblique suggestions --- and he waited.
F C F G C F C G
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters --- static-humming
G C
panel-beaters ---
F C F G C
freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters
G D G A
(salaried and collar-scrubbing).
(REST THE SAME)
He titillated men-of-action --- belly warming, hands
still rubbing on the parts they never mention.
He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating
one-line jokers --- T.V. documentary makers
(overfed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players --- family-scarred
and women-haters.
F C F G C
Then he called the band down to the stage
F Em Dm Am Am/G Am/F# F A
and he looked at all the friends he'd made.
Black Satin Dancer
Bb F C G F G
Come, let me play with you, black satin dancer.
Bb F C G F G
In all your giving, given is the answer.
Bb F C G F G
Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter
Bb F C G F G
than the brightest flower in my garden.
Bb F C G F G
Begging your pardon --- shedding right unreason.
Bb F C G F G
Over sensation fly the fleeting seasons.
Am G Am Bb Eb
Thin wind whispering on broken mandolin.
Bb F C G F
Bending the minutes --- the hours ever turning
Dm C F
on that old gold story of mercy.
C F Bb Eb C
Desperate breathing. Tongue nipple-teasing.
Gm Dm Bb F C
Your fast river flowing --- your northern fire fed.
Dm Gm C Am Am/G Am/F# F
Come, black satin dancer, come softly to bed.
Requiem
CAPO 3
C Am D G D Em Em/D
Well, I saw a bird today --- flying from a bush
C Am D Dsus4
and the wind blew it away.
Bm E7 A C#m F#m F#m/E
And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly at play
D Bm E E7/D
--- velvet veined. I saw it burn.
C Am G F Dm C
With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew right on by.
G Em D Dsus4 G G/F# Em Em/D C
And, taking in the morning, I sang --- O Requiem.
(REST THE SAME)
Well, my lady told me, ``Stay.''
I looked aside and walked away along the Strand.
But I didn't say a word, as the train time-table blurred
close behind the taxi stand.
Saw her face in the tear-drop black cab window.
Fading in the traffic; watched her go.
And taking in the morning, heard myself singing ---
O Requiem.
Here I go again.
It's the same old story.
Well, I saw a bird today --- I looked aside and walked
away along the Strand.
One White Duck
Capo: 4th fret.
3/4 time
Intro:
=========== 4th fr (capo)
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--X-X------
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----------X
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[4 bars,
strum = whole chord
2-and-3-and = 3rd,2nd,1st string strum
pluck = 4th string]
strum-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
=========== 4th fr (capo)
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----X------
| | | | | |
--X-----X--
| | | | | |
-----------
[4 bars, pluck = 5th string]
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and
[fill drops into song] (p = pull-off, h = hammer-on,
dn = down strum (low to high), up = up strum (high to low))
C p G Gdn Gup h Gdn Gup
3 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 1 & 2 &
E|-----------------------------------------1---1-------------------1---1--
B|-----------------------------------------0---0-------------------0---0--
G|-----------------------------------------0---0-------------------0---0--
D|-2-----------2-0-----0-------0-----------0---0-----------0-------0---0--
A|-----------------3-------2---------------2---2---0---2-----------2---2--
E|---------------------------------3-------3---3-------------------3---3--
(^ hold G (3-2-1) and just
lift 2)
h Gdn Gup h Gdn Gup h
3 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 1 & 2 &
E|-----------------1---1-------------------1---1------------
B|-----------------0---0-------------------0---0------------
G|-----------------0---0-------------------0---0------------
D|-----------------0---0-----------0-------0---0------------ etc.
A|-0---2-----------2---2---0---2-----------2---2---0---2----
E|---------3-------3---3-------------------3---3-----------3
[Note: Ian Anderson usually plays a D chord thusly:
D(IA)
hold sus
E|-2--------3--2--0--2--
B|-3--------3--3--3--3--
G|-2--------2--2--2--2--
D|-0--------0--0--0--0--
A|-x--------x--x--x--x--
E|-x--------x--x--x--x--
Throw this in wherever a D chord ends a phrase]
There's a
G C D(IA) G
haze on the skyline to wish me on my way
and there's a note on the telephone
C D(IA)
some roses on a tray
C D
And the motorway's stretching
Em D Em D
right out to us all
C
as I pull on my old wings
D Em D Em
One White Duck on your wall
Bb Am
Isn't it just to damn real?
D Am
One White Duck on your wall
D Am
one duck on your wall
G
I'll catch a
ride on your violin strung up on your bow
and I'll float on your melody
sing your chorus soft and low
There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called
You can see from the fireplace
One White Duck on your wall
Isn't it just too damn real?
One White Duck on your wall
D Em
One duck on your wall
G
=========== 4th fr (capo)
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--X--------
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X---------X
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-----------
| | | | | |
G/F
x
=========== 4th fr (capo)
| | | | | |
X----------
| | | | | |
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| | | | | |
----------X
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G-and-2-G/F-3-G/F, again, etc.
So
G C G G/F G G/F G
fly away Peter and fly away Paul
C D
from the fingertip ledge of contentment
G
Well, the long restless rustle of
C G G/F G G/F G
high heel boots calls
F(with high G) C G G/F G G/F...
and I'm probably bound to deceive you after all.
Something must be wrong with me and my brain
if I'm so painfully unrewarding
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way
and my zero to your power often equals nothing at all.
Double lock defense, there's no chain on my door
and I'm available for consultation
But remember your way in is also my way out,
and love's four letter word is no compensation
Black Ace dog handler I'm a waiter on skates
so don't you jump to your foresking conclusion
Cause I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays
to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet
Sunday lunch confusion.
Baker Street muse
4/8 time, capo 2nd fret, nylon string guitar, flatpicked
Baker Street, Take One
Em D Dsus2
e-|----------------12-----|--5-h7-p5-p0--------------------
B-|-------------12--------|--------------7-----------5-----
G-|-----------0-----------|--------------7-----------7-----
D-|--------2--------------|--------------0-----------0-----
A-|-----2-----------------|--------------------------------
E-|--0--------------------|--------------------------------
e-|-----------------------------------------|--------
B-|-----------------------------------------|--------
G-|-----------------------------------------|--------
D-|--2-h3-p2-p0-----------------------------|--------
A-|--------------2-h3-p2-p0-----------------|--------
E-|-----------------------------3-/5--------|--------
Shit, shit, shit.
Take Two
[:
Em D Dsus2
e-|----------------12-----|--5-h7-p5-p0--5-h7-p5--5-----|--
B-|-------------12--------|--------------7--------5-----|--
G-|-----------0-----------|--------------7--------7-----|--
D-|--------2--------------|--------------0--------0-----|--
A-|-----2-----------------|-----------------------------|--
E-|--0--------------------|-----------------------------|--
^ (hammer/pull with pinky)
Em
e-|--------------------------------------------------|---
B-|--------------------------------------------------|---
G-|--------------------------------------------------|---
D-|--2-h3-p2-p0-----------------------0--------2-----|---
A-|--------------2-h3-p2-p0--------------------------|---
E-|-----------------------------3-/5--------0--------|---
:]
Em
e-|----------------12--|--
B-|-------------12-----|--
G-|-----------0--------|--
D-|--------2-----------|--
A-|-----2--------------|--
E-|--0-----------------|--
(verse)
[:
C D Em D
e-|--0-----2-----|--3--2--0-----|--2-----------|--
B-|--1-----3-----|--------------|--3-----------|--
G-|--0-----2-----|--------------|--2-----------|--
D-|--2-----0-----|--------2-----|--0-----------|--
A-|--3-----------|-----2-----2--|--------------|--
E-|--------------|--0-----------|--------------|--
Win---dy busstop click shop window
Sha---dy gentleman fly button
C Em
e-|--0--------------------|--0-----------------|--
B-|--1--------------------|--0-----------------|--
G-|--0-----------0--------|--0-----------------|--
D-|--2-----2--4-----2--0--|--2--------------0--|--
A-|--3--------------------|--2--------2--3-----|--
E-|-----------------------|--0-----------------|--
heel
feel
:]
D Dsus4 Em7
D D
e-|--2--------3--2--0--2--|--
B-|--3--------3--3--3--3--|--
G-|--2--------2--2--0--2--|--
D-|--0--------0--0--0--0--|--
A-|-----------------------|--
E-|-----------------------|--
G D C G
In the underpass, the blind man stands
D B
With cold flute hands
GRACE
Bm A G D
Hello sun
A C G
Hello bird
Bm D
Hello my lady
E
Hello breakfast
A F#m E
May I buy you again tomorrow?
I think he capos on the second fret....
Didn't take me too long but took me some time, please rate and enjoy
