MOTHER ENGLAND REVERIE by Jethro Tull
From Minstrel in the Gallery album
E|-122-|F#m E D E|-122-| F#m
I have no ti---me for Time Magazine or Rolling Stone.
[§]
e|-------------------------------2--|
B|-------------------------------2--|
G|----------2--------------------2--|
D|--4-2-0-4----4-2----2----------4--|
A|------------------4---4-2-0----4--|
E|----------------------------2-----|
F#m E D E|-122-| F#m
I have no wi---sh for wishing wells or wishing bones. [§]repeat twice
F#m E D E|-122-| F#m
I have no house in the country - I have no motorcar. [§]repeat and then
[%]
e|------------0--|
B|------------2--|
G|------------2--|
D|------------2--|
A|----4-------0--|
E|--2----2-4-----|
A E D E|-122-| F#m
And if you think I'm joking then I'm just a one-line joker in a public bar.
[§]repeat
F#m E D E|-122-| F#m
And it seems there's nobody left for tennis and I'm a one band man. [§]and[%]repeat
A E F#m A E D E|-122-| F#m
And I want no To---p Twenty funeral or a hundred grand. [§]repeat
F#m E F#m
There was a little boy stood on a burning log
A E G# C#m
Rubbing his hands with glee.
A E F#m B7
He said Oh Mother England did you light my smile
Bm A E
Or did you light this fire under me
One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery
And paint you a picture of the queen
And if sometimes I sing to a cynical degree
It's just the nonsense that it seems.
So I drift down through the Baker Street valley
In my steep-sided unreality
And when all's said and all's done, I couldn't wish for a better one
It's a real life ripe dead certainty -
That I'm just a Baker Street Muse
e|--2-3-6--|-2--0------|
B|---------|------4-2--|
e|--4-5-9--|-5--3-2-0--| repeat this
B|---------|-----------| 4 times
Meantime Anderson sings:
Talking to the gutter-stinking, winking in the same old way
I tried to catch my eye but I looked the other way.
Indian restaurants that curry my brain the basic chord's always F#m
Newspaper warriors changing the names but I couldn't tell the others
They advertise from the station stand
Circumcised with cold print hands.
// E D A E
Windy bus stop. Click. Shop-window. He---el.
D E F#m E D A E
Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Fe---el.
A E G A E C#
In the underpass, a blind man stands with cold flute hands.
D A B E
Symphony match-seller, breath out of time -
C# F#m
You can call me on another line.
E
Didn't make her - with my Baker Street Ruse.
e|--2-3-2--|-2--0------|--2-3---2--|
B|---------|------4-2--|-----------|
E
Couldn't shake her - with my Baker Street Bruise.
e|--2-3-2--|-2--0------|--2-3---2--|
B|---------|------4-2--|-----------|
E F#m
Like to take her - I'm just a Baker Street Muse.
D E F#m
I'm just a Baker Street Muse.
D E F#m
Just a Baker Street Muse.
D E F#m
Just a Baker Street Muse.
Couldn't put down the final guitar. Maybe, one day...
D - E - F# - F#m
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