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From:   Peter Eybert [pjoe@charon.muc.de]
Sent:   Saturday, January 03, 1998 9:02 AM

Song:   Moths 

by Ian Anderson
performed by Jethro Tull
from "Heavy Horses", 1978
transcribed by Peter Eybert 

        
[Capo 2]

F# B A C#m  C#m B A  C#m  C#m B A

    D                                Bm
The leaded window opened to move the dancing candle flame
        Em                    G  D     A         G  A     Bm
And the first Moths of summer suicidal came, oh, suicidal came.
      D                           Bm
And a new breeze chattered in its May-bud tenderness
        Em       Em7  A              G         A      Bm
Sending water-lillies sailing as she turned to get undressed.
        D                          Bm
And the long night awakened and we soared on powdered wings
Em                            G    D        A
Circling our tomorrows in the wary month of Spring.
                D             Bm
Chasing shadows slipping in a magic lantern slide
Em               A           G     A     Bm
Creatures of the candle on a night-light-ride.
D                                         Bm
Dipping and weaving - flutter through the golden needle's eye
       Em                                         G      D    A
in our haystack madness.  Butterfly-stroking on a Spring-tide high,
         G      A    Bm
oh, on a Spring-tide high.


C#m C#m B A   C#m C#m B A

E          C#m          A       B
Life's too long (as the Lemming said)
       C#m    Bb             F#    C#   Ebm
as the candle burned and the Moths were wed.
          A           B            E    B     C#m
And we'll all burn together as the wick grows higher
           B  F#    C#
before the candle's dead.

D      Bm
Em    G D A   G A Bm

    F                                Dm
The leaded window opened to move the dancing candle flame.
        Gm                    Bb F     C         Bb C     Dm
And the first moths of summer suicidal came, oh, suicidal game
   F                          Dm
to join in the worship of the light that never dies
     Gm                               Bb       F      C
in a moment's reflection of two moths spinning in her eyes.

E C#m  C#m B A  C#m  C#m B A   C#m

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