[Looper] Loop the main riff with drums - then you have to practise dropping it out for B section and then bringing back in - you can then have the lead sound and just build verses and closing sections or latter parts of verses where horns come in
[Intro - BPM 98] Drums first then keyboard riff
[Verse 1] [E] Very superstitious, writings on the wall, Very superstitious, ladders 'bout to fall, Thirteen-months-old baby broke the lookin' glass Seven years of bad luck, the good things in your past
[Chorus] When you [B] believe in [C] things that you [B] don't under [A#] stand, Then you suf[A] fer.......................[B] Superstition ain't the way [E + horn descending line]
[Verse 2] Very superstitious, wash your face and hands, Rid me of the problem, do all that you can, Keep me in a daydream, keep me goin' strong, You don't wanna save me, sad is my song
[Chorus] When you [B] believe in [C] things that you [B] don't under [A#] stand, Then you suf[A] fer.......................[B] Superstition ain't the way [E + horn descending line]
[Chorus figure again - no vocals but big scream at end] [No descending horns - just straight back to verse]
[Verse 3 - Quieter - then build back up] Very superstitious, nothin' more to say, Very superstitious, the devil's on his way, Thirteen-months-old baby broke the lookin' glass, Seven years of bad luck, good things in your past
[Chorus] When you [B] believe in [C] things that you [B] don't under [A#] stand, Then you suf[A] fer.......................[B] Superstition ain't the way [Telefonics end on Way] [E + horn descending line]
Em A Breathe, breathe in the air Don't be afraid to care Leave, don't leave me Look around and choose your own ground Cmaj7 Long you live and high you fly Bm7 Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry Fmaj7 all you touch and all you see G D7#9 D7b9 Is all your life will ever be Em A Run, rabbit run Dig that hole, forget the sun And when at last the work is done Don't sit down it's time to dig another one. Chorus(2): Cmaj7 For long you live and high you fly Bm7 But only if you ride the tide Fmaj7 And balanced on the biggest wave G D7#9 D7b9 You race towards an early grave Em A Home,home again I like to be here when I can and when I come home cold and tired It’s good to warm my bones by the fire Cmaj7 Bm7 Far away across the fields the tolling of the iron bell Fmaj7 calls the faithful to their knees G D7#9 D7b9 to hear the softly smoking magic spell