Jethro Tull - Beastie

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Band name Jethro Tull
Song name Beastie
Tab type Chords
Added 05/21/2008
Size 1.55 kb
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intro Eb5 - F5 - Eb5  Fb5 - F5  
 
F5  
From early days of infancy,  
           Bb5  
through trembling years of youth,  
      Fb5                         Bb5  
long murky middle-age and final hours  
            Eb5  
long in the tooth,  
           F5  
he is the hundred names of terror -creature you love the least.  
   Bb5                          Eb  F5       B5   
Picture his name before you and exorcise the beast.  
F5  
Eb F             F5   (REST THE SFME)  
He roved up and down through history --- spectre  
with tales to tell. In the darkness when the  
campfire's dead --- to each his private hell. If you look  
behind your shoulder as you feel his eyes to feast, you  
can witness now the everchanging nature of the beast.  
   
 
Beastie F5 Bb5 Bb5 Bb5 x3 F5 Bb5 Bb5 Bb5 B5   
 
(REST THE SFME)  
If you wear a warmer sporran, you can keep the foe at  
bay. You can pop those pills and visit some  
psychiatrist who'll say --- There's nothing I can do  
for you, everywhere's a danger zone. I'd love to help  
get rid of it, but I've got one of my own.  
 
There's a beast upon my shoulder and a fiend upon  
my back. Feel his burning breath a heaving, smoke  
oozing from his stack. Fnd he moves beneath the  
covers or he lies below the bed. He's the beast upon  
your shoulder. He's the price upon your head. He's  
the lonely fear of dying, and for some, of living too.  
He's your private nightmare pricking. He'd just love  
to turn the screw. So stand as one defiant --- yes, and  
let your voices swell. Stare that beastie in the face  
and really give him hell.

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