Gb5 - F5 - Gb5 Ab5 - F5
| | F5 |
| | From early days of infancy, |
| | Db5 |
| through tre | mbling years of youth, |
| | Ab5 | Bb5 |
| long m | urky middle-age and final ho | urs |
| | F5 |
| he is the h | undred names of terror -creature you love the least. |
| | Db5 | Eb | F5 | Cb5 |
| Pic | ture his name before you and | exor | cise the | beast. |
| | F5 |
| | Eb A F5 (REST THE SAME) |
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 Db5 Bb5 Db5 x3 F5 Db5 Bb5 Db5 Cb5 |
| 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. And 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. |
| Words and music by IAN ANDERSON |
| TRANSCRIPTION BY PACO JIMENEZ (SPAIN) |
| ALL CORRECTIONS ARE WELCOME |
