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Roots To Branches by Jethro Tull


     Roots To Branches 




Tuning:E A D G B E
Key:Bm
Capo:no capo
 
[Intro]
 
G F# G F#
G F# G F# G F#
Bm
 
 
[Verse]
 
Bm               G A
Words get written.
Bm               G A
Words get twisted.
Bm                G  A   Bm           G A
Old meanings move in the drift of time.
A
Lift the flickering torches.
    A
See gentle shadows change
    Bm
The features of the faces
         Bm
Cut in unmoving stone.
 
 
[Chorus]
 
D   E          A      G
Bad mouth on a prayer day,
Bm
Hope no one's listening.
D     E           G   A
Roots down in the wet clay,
F#
Branches glistening.
 
 
[Interlude]
 
F#
Bm
 
 
[Verse 2]
 
Bm           G A
True disciples
Bm             G A
carrying that message
Bm             G A
To colour just a little
Bm             G A
With their personal touch.
A
Home-spun fancy weavers
    A
And naked half-believers
Bm
Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow.
 
 
[Chorus 2]
 
D   E          A      G
Bad mouth on a prayer day,
Bm
Hope no one's listening.
D     E           G   A
Roots down in the wet clay,
F#
Branches glistening.
 
 
[Bridge]
 
F#
Roots to branches roots to branches roots to branches.
 
 
[Interlude]
 
Bm E
 
 
[Verse 3]
 
Bm                          G A
In wet and windy priest-holes.
Bm                      G A
Grand in vast cathedrals.
Bm                    G A
High on lofty minarets
          Bm              G A
Or in the temples of doom.
           A
I hope the old man's got his face on.
            A
He'd better be some quick change artist.
Bm
Suffer little children to make their minds up soon.
 
 
[Chorus 3]
 
D   E          A      G
Bad mouth on a prayer day,
Bm
Hope no one's listening.
D     E           G   A
Roots down in the wet clay,
F#
Branches glistening.
F#
Roots to branches roots to branches roots to branches.
 
 
[Interlude]
 
Bm F# Bm
 
[Coda]
 
F#
Roots to branches roots to branches roots to branches.
Bm A G F#




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version 2 




Capo:no capo
 
Intro:  F#
 
then riff...
 (0:38)
e|------------------------------|
B|--------5---------------------|
G|--4-6-7---6-4-4v--------------| 4.5 times
D|------------------------------|
A|------------------------------|
E|------------------------------|
 
Verse 1
 
B
Words get written. Words get twisted.
Old meanings move in the drift of time
A
Lift the flickering torches.
See gentle shadows change
B
the features of the faces
cut in unmoving stone
D5  E5         A5     G5           B
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.
D5    E5          G5  A5    F#
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
 
Riff
 
Verse 2:
True disciples
carrying that message
to colour just a little
with their personal touch.
Home-spun fancy weavers
and naked half-believers
Crusades and creeds
descend like fiery flakes of snow.
 
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening
 
F#
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
 
Solo around riff in key of B
 
Verse 3:
In wet and windy priest-holes.
Grand in vast cathedrals
High on lofty minarets
or in the temples of doom
I hope the old man's got his face on.
He'd better be some quick change artist.
Suffer little children
to make their minds up soon.
 
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
 
F#
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
 
Switch on F# B
 
F#
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
Roots to Branches.
 
riff 4x
 
End Riff
e|--------------------------------|
B|-------5------------------------|
G|-4-6-7---7/6-6--6/4-4---4/6/11--|
D|--------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------|
 
End on B





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version 3




Capo:no capo

The first riff goes like this:
 
e|--------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------|
D|--------------------------------|
A|---------0----------------------|
E|--0-2-3------3-2-2--------------|
 
Then:
e|--------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------|
G|--------2-----------------------|
D|--2-4-5----5-4-4----------------|
A|--------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------|
 
This riff is with a low distortion
and it's just after the last one:
e|--------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------|
G|--------2-----------------------|
D|--2-4-5----5-4-4v---------------|
A|--------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------|
 
Verse:
e|-------------2------------------| Plays alternating between B and A.
B|---------------4---This ia a B--|
G|--------2-------4--played from--|
D|--2-4-5----------4---bottom-----|
A|------------------2--to top-----|
E|--------------------------------|
 
e|-------------0------------------|
B|--------------3----A played from|
G|--------2------3---bottom-------|
D|--2-4-5---------3--to top-------|
A|-----------------0--------------|
E|--------------------------------|
 
Pre-chorus:
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
e|--------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------|
G|--------------------------------|
D|---7-9--5-7--9--7-9--7-5--4-----|
A|---5-7--3-5--7--5-7--5-3--2-----|
E|--------------------------------|
Chorus is just F# and piano solos on it
After chorus he plays the second riff with some distortion.
e|--------------------------------|
B|--------------------------------|
G|--------2-----------------------|
D|--2-4-5----5-4-4v---------------|
A|--------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------|
 


Words get written.
Words get twisted.
Old meanings move in the drift of time.
Lift the flickering torches.
See gentle shadows change
The features of the faces
Cut in unmoving stone.
Bad mouth on a prayer day,
Hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay,
Branches glistening.
True disciples carrying that message
To colour just a little
With their personal touch.
Home-spun fancy weavers
And naked half-believers
Crusades and creeds descend like
Fiery flakes of snow.
Bad mouth on a prayer day,
Hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay,
Branches glistening.
Roots to branches.
Roots to branches.
Roots to branches.
In wet and windy priest-holes.
Grand in vast cathedrals.
High on lofty minarets
Or in the temples of doom.
I hope the old man's got his face on.
He'd better be some quick change artist.
Suffer little children
To make their minds up soon.
Bad mouth on a prayer day,
Hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay,
Branches glistening.
Roots to branches.
Roots to branches.
Roots to branches.
Roots to branches.
Roots to branches.
Roots to branches.





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