One White Duck / 0¹⁰ = Nothing at All Lyrics

One White Duck
Capo: 4th fret.
3/4 time
Intro:
(4 bars,
strum = whole chord
2-and-3-and = 3rd,2nd,1st string strum
pluck = 4th string)
strum-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
(4 bars, pluck = 5th string)
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and-3-and
pluck-and-2-and
(fill drops into song) (p = pull-off, h = hammer-on,
dn = down strum (low to high), up = up strum (high to low))
C p G Gdn Gup h Gdn Gup
3 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 1 & 2 &
(^ hold G (3-2-1) and just
lift 2)
h Gdn Gup h Gdn Gup h
3 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 1 & 2 & 3 & 1 & 2 &
(Note: Ian Anderson usually plays a D chord thusly:
D(IA)
hold sus
Throw this in wherever a D chord ends a phrase)
There's a
G C D(IA) G
haze on the skyline to wish me on my way
and there's a note on the telephone
C D(IA)
some roses on a tray
And the motorway's stretching
right out to us all
as I pull on my old wings
One White Duck on your wall
Isn't it just to damn real?
One White Duck on your wall
one duck on your wall
I'll catch a
ride on your violin strung up on your bow
and I'll float on your melody
sing your chorus soft and low
There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called
You can see from the fireplace
One White Duck on your wall
Isn't it just too damn real?
One White Duck on your wall
One duck on your wall
G-and-2-G/F-3-G/F, again, etc.
So
fly away Peter and fly away Paul
from the fingertip ledge of contentment
Well, the long restless rustle of
high heel boots calls
F(with high G) C G G/F G G/F...
and I'm probably bound to deceive you after all.
Something must be wrong with me and my brain
if I'm so painfully unrewarding
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way
and my zero to your power often equals nothing at all.
Double lock defense, there's no chain on my door
and I'm available for consultation
But remember your way in is also my way out,
and love's four letter word is no compensation
Black Ace dog handler I'm a waiter on skates
so don't you jump to your foresking conclusion
Cause I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays
to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet
Sunday lunch confusion.
pt
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