Judgement Of The Moon And Stars Ludwigs Tune – Joni Mitchell
Nghệ sĩ: Joni Mitchell
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Judgement of the Moon & Stars (Ludwig’s Tune)
by Joni Mitchell
Tabbed by Robin Young
Chords:
A: x02220
A/D: xx0220
A/G: 3x022x
Amaj7: x02120
B: x24442 bar 2nd fret
Bm: x24432 bar 2nd fret
Bm7: x24232 bar 2nd fret
C/G: 33201x
Cmaj7: x32000
D: xx0232
D/G: 300232 play G on first string with thumb
E: 022100
E/A: x02100
E/B: x22100
E/F#: 2x2100
Esus4: 02222x
Ebsus4: 02222x
F#: 244322 bar 2nd fret
F#m: 244222 bar 2nd fret
F#m7: 24222x bar 2nd fret
G: 32002x
Gsus2: 3x02x3
Gmaj7: 3x0432 play G on first string with thumb
G#m7: 464444 bar 4th fret
Intro: – – –
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No tongue in the bell and the fish wives yell,
But they might as well be mute.
So you get to keep the pictures,
That don’t seem like much.
Cold white keys under your fingers,
Now you’re thinkin’, “That’s no substitute,
It just don’t do it like the song
Of a warm, warm body lov- - ing your touch.”
In the court they carve your legend
With an apple in its jaw
And the women you wanted
They get their laughs
Long silk stockings on the bedposts of refinement
You’re too raw
They think you’re too raw
It’s the judgment of the moon and stars
Your solitary path
Draw yourself a bath
Think what you’d like to have
For supper, or take a walk
A park, A bridge, A tree, A river
Re-voked, but not yet cancelled
The gift goes on, in si-lence
In a bell jar, still the song.
e|---------|
B|---------|
G|---------|
D|-------2-|
A|---0-2---|
E|-0-------|
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e|---------|
B|---------|
G|---------|
D|-------2-|
A|---0-2---|
E|-0-------|
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You’ve got to shake your fists at lightning now
You’ve got to roar like a forest fire
You’ve got to spread your light like blazes
All across the sky
They’re gonna aim the hoses on you
Show them you won’t expire
Not till you burn up every passion
Not even when you die
Come on now
You’ve got to try
If you’re feeling contempt
Well, then you tell it
If you’re tired of the silent night
Jesus, well, then you yell it
Condemned to wires and hammers
Strike every chord that you feel
That broken trees and elephant ivories conceal
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