by Ian Anderson (from the CD j-tull DOT.com) Intro: Am / C / Dm / F // F /// C /// Am / C / Dm / F // C /// F/C/// Am F C I review my past through wicked windows framed in silver AF C and hung in toughened glass, upon my face around and over F C F C G Now and then: memories of men who loved me. FEFDm C No stolen kiss - could match their march on hot coals for me. A/C/D/F/F/C/C// /// Am F C I have walked a line both faint and narrow hard to follow, Am F C caught up in circumstance, harsh truth for history to mellow. F C Dm CG Through my eyes: loyalties and obligation F E F Dm C magnified: Obedience the better fellow. A/C/D/F/F/C/C// /// Am G D Better not remember me. Don't miss my passing Am G D Fierce winter fails to ruffle my icy sleep. Am G D We never quite vanish. No wet soft surrender. Am G D Still waiting: bad blood running in close families. Dm F C I laughed like any child - although you might find that strange Dm A and Christmas was my favourite holiday. Dm A Christmas was my favourite holiday. A/C/D/F/F/C/C// /// Am F C I am not alone, in seeing the world through wicked windows, Am F C while others hide likewise, behind this vunerable squinting. F C F C G It's in the stare: It's in the silent scrutinizing. F E F Dm C Strip you bare: I offer you no more disguising. Am G D Better not remember me. Don't miss my passing Am G D Fierce winter fials to ruffle my icy sleep. Am G D We never quite vanish. No wet soft surrender. Am G D Still waiting: bad blood running in close families. A/C/D/F/F/C/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