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from Jethro Tull, Jethro Tull - This Was (1968)
Gonna lose my way tomorrow,
Gonna give away my car. I'd take you along with me, But you would not go so far. Don't see what I do not want to see, You don't hear what I don't say. Won't be what I don't want to be, I continue in my way. Don't see, see, see where I'm goin', Don't see, see, see where I'm goin', Don't see, see, see where I'm goin' to, I don't want to. Everyday I see the mornin' come on in the same old way. I tell myself tomorrow brings me things I would not dream today. Gonna lose my way tomorrow, Gonna give away my car. I'd take you along with me, But you would not go so far. Don't see what I do not want to see, You don't hear what I don't say. Won't be what I don't want to be, I continue in my way. Don't see, see, see where I'm goin', Don't see, see, see where I'm goin', Don't see, see, see where I'm goin' to, I don't want to. |
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from Jethro Tull, Jethro Tull - This Was (1968)
Gonna lose my way tomorrow,
Gonna give away my car. I'd take you along with me, But you would not go so far. Don't see what I do not want to see, You don't hear what I don't say. Won't be what I don't want to be, I continue in my way. Don't see, see, see where I'm goin', Don't see, see, see where I'm goin', Don't see, see, see where I'm goin' to, I don't want to. Everyday I see the mornin' come on in the same old way. I tell myself tomorrow brings me things I would not dream today. Gonna lose my way tomorrow, Gonna give away my car. I'd take you along with me, But you would not go so far. Don't see what I do not want to see, You don't hear what I don't say. Won't be what I don't want to be, I continue in my way. Don't see, see, see where I'm goin', Don't see, see, see where I'm goin', Don't see, see, see where I'm goin' to, I don't want to. |
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from Jethro Tull, Jethro Tull - This Was (1968)
You're taking chances.
And your reputation's going down. Going out in the night-time. You think you make no sound. But you don't fool me. 'Cos I know what you feel. If you ignore the things I say -- Someday soon's gonna find you 'way down on Beggar's Farm. I pay my money for no returns. I think I need you. Going to find someone. Oh, you don't fool me. 'Cos I know what you feel. When you go out I ask you why. And I won't worry when I see you lying Down on Beggar's Farm. When you run to me, going to turn away. Won't even listen when you try to say That you were only fooling around -- 'Cos I know what you feel. But if you ask me nicely, woman -- I'll wake up early one day soon and I'll visit you down on Beggar's Farm. |
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from Jethro Tull, Jethro Tull - This Was (1968)
You're taking chances.
And your reputation's going down. Going out in the night-time. You think you make no sound. But you don't fool me. 'Cos I know what you feel. If you ignore the things I say -- Someday soon's gonna find you 'way down on Beggar's Farm. I pay my money for no returns. I think I need you. Going to find someone. Oh, you don't fool me. 'Cos I know what you feel. When you go out I ask you why. And I won't worry when I see you lying Down on Beggar's Farm. When you run to me, going to turn away. Won't even listen when you try to say That you were only fooling around -- 'Cos I know what you feel. But if you ask me nicely, woman -- I'll wake up early one day soon and I'll visit you down on Beggar's Farm. |
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from Jethro Tull, Jethro Tull - This Was (1968)
Once in Royal David's City
Stood a lonely cattle shed, Where a mother held her baby. You'd do well to remember the things he later said. When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties, You'll just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump. You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making That Christmas spirit is not what you drink. So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry, And how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong? And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures, Remember, if you wish, this is just a Christmas song. (Hey! Santa! Pass us that bottle, will you?) |
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from Jethro Tull, Jethro Tull - This Was (1968)
Dharma, seek and you will find
Truth within your mind, Dharma. Dharma, each to his own we say, Together we'll end astray, Dharma. Truth is like freedom, it doesn't fool me. Be true to yourself, never think that you're free. Dharma will come eventually. |
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from Jethro Tull, Jethro Tull - This Was (1968)
Dharma, seek and you will find
Truth within your mind, Dharma. Dharma, each to his own we say, Together we'll end astray, Dharma. Truth is like freedom, it doesn't fool me. Be true to yourself, never think that you're free. Dharma will come eventually. |
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from Jethro Tull, Jethro Tull - This Was (1968)
So many long days. In so many ways.
I try to get through to what lies deep inside of you. Oh, baby. I said, you're breaking me up, woman. Yeah, you're breaking me down. You're lying in little pieces -- Scattered all around. You're doing your worst to see me get hurt. You're waiting to see the tears running out of me. But, oh, baby, I said you're breaking me up, woman. You're breaking me down. You're lying in little pieces -- Scattered all around. My teares have run dry and you wonder why. I've found a new woman who don't do the things you can. Oh, baby, I said you're breaking me up, woman. You're breaking me down. You're lying in little pieces -- Scattered all around. |
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from Jethro Tull, Jethro Tull - This Was (1968)
So many long days. In so many ways.
I try to get through to what lies deep inside of you. Oh, baby. I said, you're breaking me up, woman. Yeah, you're breaking me down. You're lying in little pieces -- Scattered all around. You're doing your worst to see me get hurt. You're waiting to see the tears running out of me. But, oh, baby, I said you're breaking me up, woman. You're breaking me down. You're lying in little pieces -- Scattered all around. My teares have run dry and you wonder why. I've found a new woman who don't do the things you can. Oh, baby, I said you're breaking me up, woman. You're breaking me down. You're lying in little pieces -- Scattered all around. |
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from Jethro Tull, Jethro Tull - This Was (1968)
Going back in the morning time
To see if my love has changed her mind, yeah. Going back in the morning time To see if my love has changed her mind, yeah. I know what I will find That she is wasting time, She could be picking roses. Going back in the morning time To see if my love has seen the light, yeah. Going back in the morning time To see if my love has seen the light, yeah. Oh, I told her last night She should improve her sight, She could be painting the roof. Going back in the morning time To see if my love has come around, yeah. Going back in the morning time To see if my love has come around, yeah. She offered me no sound, Her head is in the ground, She could be calling for winter. |
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from Jethro Tull, Jethro Tull - This Was (1968)
I feel so sad now that she's gone,
I've been loving that woman too long. There is no place to go because my friends have all moved, Got nothing but sit in the sun. Got tired of crying, guess I'll move on alone. My bed is so empty and my heart is grown cold, Guess I'll just die before I grow old. The place is untidy, that's 'cos I ain't done my dirt, I just grown tired of thinking. Got tired of crying, guess I'll move on alone. |
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I feel so sad now that she's gone,
I've been loving that woman too long. There is no place to go because my friends have all moved, Got nothing but sit in the sun. Got tired of crying, guess I'll move on alone. My bed is so empty and my heart is grown cold, Guess I'll just die before I grow old. The place is untidy, that's 'cos I ain't done my dirt, I just grown tired of thinking. Got tired of crying, guess I'll move on alone. |
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from Jethro Tull, Jethro Tull - This Was (1968)
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me.
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me, Now that the night is over. Got to clear my head so I can see. Till I get to put together, That old feeling won't let me be. Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night? Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night? I really don't remember, But with one more cigarette and I think I might. Till I get to put together, Well that old feeling can't get me right. Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said? Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said? Oh, I don't feel so good. Need someone to help me to my bed. Till I get to put together, That old feeling is in my head. |
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from Jethro Tull, Jethro Tull - This Was (1968)
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me.
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me, Now that the night is over. Got to clear my head so I can see. Till I get to put together, That old feeling won't let me be. Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night? Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night? I really don't remember, But with one more cigarette and I think I might. Till I get to put together, Well that old feeling can't get me right. Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said? Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said? Oh, I don't feel so good. Need someone to help me to my bed. Till I get to put together, That old feeling is in my head. |
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In the morning gonna get my things together
Packing up and I'm leaving this place I don't believe you'll cry There'll be a smile upon your face I didn't think how much you'd hurt me That's something that I laugh about Bring in the good times, baby And let the bad times out That old sun keeps on shining But someday it won't shine for you In the morning I'll be leaving I'll leave your mother too |
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In the morning gonna get my things together
Packing up and I'm leaving this place I don't believe you'll cry There'll be a smile upon your face I didn't think how much you'd hurt me That's something that I laugh about Bring in the good times, baby And let the bad times out That old sun keeps on shining But someday it won't shine for you In the morning I'll be leaving I'll leave your mother too |
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from Jethro Tull - Stand Up (1969)
I remember when we had a lot of things to do ---
impressed by all the words we read and the heroes that we knew. Climb on your your dream --- a dream of our own making to find a place that we could later lose to whatever time would bring. We were seventeen and the cakeman was affecting you --- moving you to greater things (in a lesser way) you had to prove. The clock struck summertime. You were going round in circles now. Wishing you were seventeen. At twenty-one, it was a long time gone. And now here you are. You're locked in your own excuse. The circle's getting smaller every day. You're busy planning the next fifty years. So stay the way you are and keep your head down to the same old ground. Just paint your picture boy until you find a closed circle's better than an open line. Yes stay the way you are. I got a circle that's the same as yours. It may be bigger, but I've more to lose. Who is the luckier man --- me or you? |
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from Jethro Tull - Stand Up (1969)
My first and last time with you
And we had some fun. Went walking through the trees, yeah! And then I kissed you once. Oh I want to see you soon But I wonder how. It was a new day yesterday But it's an old day now. Spent a long time looking For a game to play. My luck should be so bad now To turn out this way. Oh I had to leave today Just when I thought I'd found you. It was a new day yesterday But it's an old day now. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stand Up (1969)
My telephone wakes me in the morning --
Have to get up to answer the call. So I think I'll go back to the family Where no one can ring me at all. Living this life has its problems So I think that I'll give it a break. Oh, I'm going back to the family 'cos I've had about all I can take. Master's in the counting house Counting all his money. Sister's sitting by the mirror -- She thinks her hair looks funny. And here am I thinking to myself Just wond'ring what things to do. I think I enjoyed all my problems Where I did not get nothing for free. Oh, I'm going back to the family -- Doing nothing is bothering me. I'll get a train back to the city That soft life is getting me down. There's more fun away from the family Get some action when I pull into town. Everything I do is wrong, What the hell was I thinking? Phone keeps ringing all day long I got no time for thinking. And every day has the same old way Of giving me too much to do. |
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Will they ever stop drivin' me?
Have they ever taken time to see That I need some rest If I'm to do my best? Can I please stop workin' so hard? They just tell me gotta close it hard. Got to think of my health. Can I be by myself? Oh, they tell me I'll be home someday. Well I doubt it if I continue this way, 'Cause this hard life I've led Is makin' me dead. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stand Up (1969)
Don't want to be a fat man
People would think that I was just good fun, man Would rather be a thin man I am so glad to go on being one, man Too much to carry around with you No chance of finding a woman, who Will love you in the morning and all the nighttime too Don't want to be a fat man Have not the patience to ignore all that Hate to admit to myself I thought my problems came from being fat Won't waste my time feeling sorry for him I've seen the other side to being thin Roll us both down a mountain and I'm sure the fat man would win |
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from Jethro Tull - Stand Up (1969)
Did you hear mother --
Saying I'm wrong but I know I'm right. Did you hear father? Calling my name into the night. Saying I'll never be what I am now. Telling me I'll never find what I've already found. It was they who were wrong, And for them here's a song. Did you hear baby -- Come back and tell you the things he's seen. Did it surprise you To be picked up at eight in a limousine? Doing the things he's accustomed to do. Which at one time it seemed like a dream Now it's true. And unknowing You made it all happen this way. Did you hear mother -- Saying I'm wrong but I know I'm right. Did you hear father? Calling my name into the night. Saying I'll never be what I am now. Telling me I'll never find what I've already found. It was they who were wrong And for them here's a song. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stand Up (1969)
Bright city woman
Walking down Leicester Square everyday. Gonna get a piece of my mind. You think you're not a piece of my kind. Ev'rywhere the people looking. Why don't you get up and sing? Bright city woman Where did you learn all the things you say? You listen to the newsmen on TV. You may fool yourself but you don't fool me. I'll see you in another place, another time. You may be someone's, but you won't be mine. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stand Up (1969)
Happy, and I'm smiling, walk a mile to drink your water.
You know I'd love to love you, and above you there's no other We'll go walking out while others shout of war's disaster. Oh, we won't give in, let's go living in the past. Once I'd used to join in every boy and girl was my friend. Now there's revolution but they don't know what they're fighting. Let us close our eyes. Outside their lives go on much faster Oh, we won't give in, we'll keep living in the past. Oh, we won't give in, let's go living in the past. Oh, no, no, we won't give in, let's go living in the past. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stand Up (1969)
Took a sad song of one sweet evening
I smiled and quickly turned away. It's not easy singing sad songs But still the easiest way I have to say. So when you look into the sun See all the things we haven't done -- Oh was it better then to run Than to spend the summer crying. Now summer cannot come anyway. I had waited for time to change her. The only change that came was over me. She pretended not to want love -- I hope she was only fooling me. So when you look into the sun Look for the pleasures nearly won. Or was it better then to run Than to spend the summer singing. And summer could have come in a day. So if you hear my sad song singing Remember who and what you nearly had. It's not easy singing sad songs When you can sing the song to make me glad. So when you look into the sun And see the words you could have sung: It's not too late, only begun, We can still make summer. Yes, summer always comes anyway. So when you look into the sun And see the words you could have sung: It's not too late, only begun. Look into the sun. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stand Up (1969)
Nothing is easy.
Though time gets you worrying My friend, it's OK. Just take your life easy And stop all that hurrying, Be happy my way. When tension starts mounting And you've lost count Of the pennies you've missed, Just try hard and see why they're not worrying me, They're last on my list. Nothing's easy. Nothing is easy, you'll find That the squeeze won't turn out so bad. Your fingers may freeze, worse things happen at sea, There's good times to be had. So if you're alone and you're down to the bone, Just give us a play. You'll smile in a while and discover That I'll get you happy my way Nothing's easy. |
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from Jethro Tull - Stand Up (1969)
You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream
Can't hear your daddy's warning cry You're going back to be all the things you want to be While in sweet dreams you softly sigh You hear my voice is calling To be mine again Live the rest of your life in a day Get out and get what you can While your mummy's at home a-sleeping No time to understand 'Cause they lost what they thought they were keeping No one can see us in your sweet dream Don't hear you leave to start the car All wrapped up tightly in the coat you borrowed from me, Your place of resting is not far You hear my voice is calling To be mine again Live the rest of your life in a day Get out and get what you can While your mummy's at home a-sleeping No time to understand 'Cause they lost what they thought they were keeping Get out and get what you can While your mummy's at home a-sleeping No time to understand 'Cause they lost what they thought they were keeping |
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from Jethro Tull - Benefit (1970)
Once it seemed there would always be
A time for everything. Ages passed I knew at last My life had never been. I'd been missing what time could bring. Fifty years and I'm filled with tears and joys I never cried. Burn the wagon and chain the mule. The past is all denied. There's no time for everything. No time for everything. |
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from Jethro Tull - Benefit (1970)
Nobody sees her here, her eyes are slowly closing.
If she should want some peace she sits there, without moving, And puts a pillow over the phone. And if she feels like dancing, no one will know it. Giving herself a chance there's no need to show her how it should be. She can't remember now when she was all in pieces, She's quite content to sit there listening to what he says, How he didn't like to be alone. And if he feels like crying she's there to hear him, No reason to complain and nothing to fear, they always will be. |
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from Jethro Tull - Benefit (1970)
All the places I've been make it hard to begin
To enjoy life again on the inside, but I mean to. Take a walk around the block And be glad that I've got Me some time to be in from the outside, And inside with you. I'm sitting on the corner feeling glad. Got no money coming in but I can't be sad. That was the best cup of coffee I ever had. And I won't worry about a thing because we've got it made, Here on the inside, outside so far away. And we'll laugh and we'll sing Get someone to bring Our friends here for tea in the evening Old Jeffrey makes three... Take a walk in the park, Does the wind in the dark Sound like music to you? Well I'm thinking it does to me. Can you cook, can you sew? Well, I don't want to know. That is not what you need on the inside, To make the time go. Counting lambs, counting sheep We will fall into sleep And awake to a new day of living, And loving you so. |
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from Jethro Tull - Benefit (1970)
There was a time when you were so young and walked in their way.
They made you feel they loved you all-seeing they say. You're going wrong if their game you don't play And that the song I sing will lead you astray. Unfeeling, feel lonely rejection, Unknowing, know you're going wrong. And they can't see that we're just trying to be, And not what we seem, And even now believe that it's not real and only a dream. |
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from Jethro Tull - Benefit (1970)
Every day there's someone asking,
"What is there to do? Should I love or should I fight? Is it all the same to you?" "No," I say, "I have the answer, Proven to be true. But if I were to share it with you, You would stand to gain and I to lose." Oh, I couldn't bear it, so I've got nothing to say Nothing to say nothing to say Every morning pressure forming all around my eyes. Ceilings crash the walls collapse broken by the lies That your misfortune brought upon us And I won't disguise them. So don't ask me will I explain I won't even begin to tell you why. No, just because I have a name well I've got nothing to say Nothing to say nothing to say Climb a tower of freedom paint your own deceiving sign It's not my part to criticize or to ask you to be blind To your own pressing problem and the [heat] you must unwind And ask of me no answer there is none that I could give you wouldn't find I went your way ten years ago and I've got nothing to say Nothing to say nothing to say Nothing, nothing to say Nothing, nothing to say Nothing, nothing to say, nothing to say Nothing, nothing to say, nothing to say Nothing, nothing to say |
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from Jethro Tull - Benefit (1970)
Got to take in what I can.
There is no time to do what must be done, While I do some thinking. Sleeping is hard to come by, So we'll all sit down and try to play in time, and we feel like singing. Talking to people in my way. Blues were my favorite colour, til I looked around and found another song that I felt like singing. Trying so hard to reach you; playing what must be played, what must be sung and it's what I'm singing. Talking to people in my way. |
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from Jethro Tull - Benefit (1970)
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing. Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing, Oo, my, my, my, Oo, my, my, my. Went down to the station to look for her there, Looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair, Nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me, My, my, Oo, my, my, my. Down in the street, try'n' to remember, Shuffling my feet outside a menswear, Is that her in the fur coat? No it's not December yet, My, my, my, Oo, my, my, my. Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing. Back to the house, maybe she'll phone me, Singing my song, feeling so lonely. I'll sing very softly, so if the phone rings I can hear it, I can hear it. Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing. Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing. Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing, Oo, my, my, my, Oo, my, my, my. |
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from Jethro Tull - Benefit (1970)
Oh, I feel sympathy. Be grateful my son for what you get.
Expression and passion. Ten days for watching the sunset; when I was your age amusement we made for ourselves. "Permission to breathe sir". Don't talk like that, I'm your old man. They'll soon be demobbed son, so join up as soon as you can. You can't borrow that 'cause that's for the races and doesn't grow on trees. I only feel what touches me and feel in touching I can see a better state to be in. Who has the right to question what I might do, in feeling I should touch the real and only things I feel. It's advice and it's nice to know when you're best advised. You're only turned thirty, so son, you'd better apologize. And when you grow up, if you're good we will buy you a bike. |
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from Jethro Tull - Benefit (1970)
Well the dawn was coming,
heard him ringing on my bell. He said, My name's the teacher, that is what I call myself. And I have a lesson that I must impart to you. It's an old expression but I must insist it's true. Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun, no sense in sitting there hating everyone. No man's an island and his castle isn't home, the nest is full of nothing when the bird has flown. So I took a journey, threw my world into the sea. With me went the teacher who found fun instead of me. Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said? Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed. I try to socialize but I can't seem to find what I was looking for, got something on my mind. Then the teacher told me it had been a lot of fun. Thanked me for his ticket and all that I had done. Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said? Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed. I try to socialize but I can't seem to find what I was looking for, got something on my mind. |
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from Jethro Tull - Benefit (1970)
Flying so high, trying to remember
how many cigarettes did I bring along? When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab driving through London town to cry you a song. It's been a long time still shaking my wings. Well, I'm a glad bird I got changes to ring. Closing my dream inside its paper-bag. Thought I saw angels but I could have been wrong. Search in my case, can't find what they're looking for Waving me through to cry you a song. It's been a long time still shaking my wings. Well I'm a glad bird I got changes to ring. Lights in the street, peeping through curtains drawn. Rattling of safety chain taking too long. The smile in your eyes was never so sweet before Came down from the skies to cry you a song. |
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from Jethro Tull - Benefit (1970)
In days of peace
sweet smelling summer nights of wine and song; dusty pavements burning feet. Why am I crying, I want to know. How can I smile and make it right? For sixty days and eighty nights and not give in and lose the fight. I'm going back to the ones that I know, with whom I can be what I want to be. Just one week for the feeling to go and with you there to help me then it probably will. I won't go down acting the same old play. Give sixty days for just one night. Don't think I'd make it: but then I might. I'm going back to the ones that I know, with whom I can be what I want to be. Just one week for the feeling to go and with you there to help me then it probably will. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent Snot running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Hey, Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Hey, Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck Whoa, Aqualung Sun streaking cold An old man wandering lonely Taking time the only way he knows Leg hurting bad As he bends to pick a dog-end He goes down to the bog and warms his feet Feeling alone The army's up the road Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea Aqualung, my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see, it's only me Do you still remember December's foggy freeze When the ice that Clings onto your beard was Screaming agony? Hey! And you snatch your rattling last breaths With deep-sea diver sounds And the flowers bloom like Madness in the spring Sun streaking cold An old man wandering lonely Taking time the only way he knows Leg hurting bad As he bends to pick a dog-end He goes down to the bog and warms his feet Ohh Feeling alone The army's up the road Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea Aqualung, my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see, it's only me Ohh Dee dee dee dee dee... Aqualung, my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see, it's only me Sitting on a park bench Eyeing little girls with bad intent Snot running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Hey, Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Hey, Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck Hey, Aqualung Whoa, Aqualung |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
On Preston Platform
Do your soft shoe shuffle dance Brush away the cigarette ash That's falling down your pants And then you sadly wonder Does the nurse treat your old man The way she should? She made you tea Asked for your autograph-- What a laugh |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
Once in Royal David's City
Stood a lonely cattle shed, Where a mother held her baby. You'd do well to remember the things he later said. When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties, You'll just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump. You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making That Christmas spirit is not what you drink. So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry, And how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong? And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures, Remember, if you wish, this is just a Christmas song. (Hey! Santa! Pass us that bottle, will you?) |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
It's a wide world out there
So much wider than imagined I can't quite put my finger on the pulse Of your heart softly beating Just beneath the raw silk sheen That reflects the tints of autumn from the hills. So punch my name. And in case you wonder - I'll be yours - yours, dot com. Executive accommodation Bland but nonetheless appealing Waiters discretely at your beck and call Place the tall sun-down potion Lightly by your velvet elbow While you compose a message on the wall. So punch my name. And in case you wonder - I'll be yours - yours, dot com. With your handmade leather valise Packed and ready, ready waiting Showered and dressed down lightly for the heat Gice a clue; leave a kind word Hint as to a destination A domain where our cyber-souls might meet. So punch my name. And in case you wonder - I'll be yours - yours, dot com. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
Don't want to be a fat man
People would think that I was just good fun, man Would rather be a thin man I am so glad to go on being one, man Too much to carry around with you No chance of finding a woman, who Will love you in the morning and all the nighttime too Don't want to be a fat man Have not the patience to ignore all that Hate to admit to myself I thought my problems came from being fat Won't waste my time feeling sorry for him I've seen the other side to being thin Roll us both down a mountain and I'm sure the fat man would win |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green?
With his long tail hanging down. He quietly sits under every tree --- in the folds of his velvet gown. He drinks from the empty acorn cup the dew that dawn sweetly bestows. And taps his cane upon the ground --- signals the snowdrops it's time to grow. It's no fun being Jack-In-The-Green --- no place to dance, no time for song. He wears the colours of the summer soldier --- carries the green flag all the winter long. Jack, do you never sleep --- does the green still run deep in your heart? Or will these changing times, motorways, powerlines, keep us apart? Well, I don't think so --- I saw some grass growing through the pavements today. The rowan, the oak and the holly tree are the charges left for you to groom. Each blade of grass whispers Jack-In-The-Green. Oh Jack, please help me through my winter's night. And we are the berries on the holly tree. Oh, the mistlethrush is coming. Jack, put out the light. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
Happy, and I'm smiling, walk a mile to drink your water.
You know I'd love to love you, and above you there's no other We'll go walking out while others shout of war's disaster. Oh, we won't give in, let's go living in the past. Once I'd used to join in every boy and girl was my friend. Now there's revolution but they don't know what they're fighting. Let us close our eyes. Outside their lives go on much faster Oh, we won't give in, we'll keep living in the past. Oh, we won't give in, let's go living in the past. Oh, no, no, we won't give in, let's go living in the past. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath Runs the all time loser Headlong to his death Oh, he feels the pistons screaming Steam breaking on his brow Old Charlie stole the handle And the train it won't stop going No way to slow down He sees his children jumpin’ off At stations one by one His woman and his best friend In bed and having fun So he's crawling down the corridor On his hands and knees Old Charlie stole the handle And the train it won't stop going No way to slow down He hears the silence howling Catches angels as they fall And the all time winner Has got him by the balls Oh, he picks up Gideon's Bible Open at page one I think God, he stole the handle And the train it won't stop going No way to slow down No way to slow down No way to slow down No way to slow down No way to slow down |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
As I did walk by Hampstead Fair,
I came upon Mother Goose, So I turned her loose-- She was screaming. And a foreign student said to me Was it really true There are elephants, lions too, Piccadilly Circus? Walked down by the bathing pond To try and catch some sun. Saw at least a hundred school girls Sobbing into handkerchiefs as one. I don't believe they knew I was a schoolboy. And a bearded lady said to me If you start your raving And your misbehaving, You'll be sorry. And the chicken fancier came to play With his long red beard, And his sister's weird-- She drives a lorry. Laughed down by the putting green, I popped 'em in their holes. Four and twenty labourers were labouring And digging up their gold. I don't believe they knew That I was Long John Silver. Saw Johnny Scarecrow make his rounds In his jet black mac Which he won't give back-- Stole it from a snowman. As I did walk by Hampstead Fair, I came upon Mother Goose, So I turned her loose-- She was screaming. Walked down by the bathing pond To try and catch some sun. Must have been least a hundred school girls Sobbing into handkerchiefs as one. I don't believe they knew I was a schoolboy. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me.
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me, Now that the night is over. Got to clear my head so I can see. Till I get to put together, That old feeling won't let me be. Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night? Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night? I really don't remember, But with one more cigarette and I think I might. Till I get to put together, Well that old feeling can't get me right. Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said? Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said? Oh, I don't feel so good. Need someone to help me to my bed. Till I get to put together, That old feeling is in my head. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
Nothing is easy.
Though time gets you worrying My friend, it's OK. Just take your life easy And stop all that hurrying, Be happy my way. When tension starts mounting And you've lost count Of the pennies you've missed, Just try hard and see why they're not worrying me, They're last on my list. Nothing's easy. Nothing is easy, you'll find That the squeeze won't turn out so bad. Your fingers may freeze, worse things happen at sea, There's good times to be had. So if you're alone and you're down to the bone, Just give us a play. You'll smile in a while and discover That I'll get you happy my way Nothing's easy. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
They said protect and you'll survive ---
(But our postman didn't call) 8lbs. of over-pressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall They said protect and you'll survive E.M.P. took out the radio --- (And our milk-man didn't call) Flash blinded by the pretty lights, Didn't see his bottles fall Or feel the warm black rain arrive Big friendly cloud builds in the West (And our dust-men haven't called) They left the dual carriageway at a hundred miles an hour --- A tail wind chasing them away And in deep shelters lurk below, sub-regional control Who sympathise but cannot help To mend your body or your soul Self-appointed guadians of the race with egg upon their face When steady sirens sing all-clear they pop up, Find nobody here And so I watch two new suns spin --- (Our paper man doesn't call) Burnt shadow printed on the road --- now there's nothing there at all They said protect and you'll survive |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
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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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
In the morning -- gonna get my things together.
Packing up and I'm leaving this place. I don't believe you'll cry, there'll be a smile upon your face. I didn't think how much you'd hurt me. That's something that I laugh about. Bring in the good times, baby. And let the bad times out. That old sun keeps on shining, But someday it won't shine for you. In the morning I'll be leaving. I'll leave your mother too. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream
Can't hear your daddy's warning cry You're going back to be all the things you want to be While in sweet dreams you softly sigh You hear my voice is calling To be mine again Live the rest of your life in a day Get out and get what you can While your mummy's at home a-sleeping No time to understand 'Cause they lost what they thought they were keeping No one can see us in your sweet dream Don't hear you leave to start the car All wrapped up tightly in the coat you borrowed from me, Your place of resting is not far You hear my voice is calling To be mine again Live the rest of your life in a day Get out and get what you can While your mummy's at home a-sleeping No time to understand 'Cause they lost what they thought they were keeping Get out and get what you can While your mummy's at home a-sleeping No time to understand 'Cause they lost what they thought they were keeping |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [live] (2002)
Wond'ring aloud --
How we feel today. Last night sipped the sunset -- My hands in her hair. We are our own saviours As we start both our hearts beating life Into each other. Wond'ring aloud -- Will the years treat us well. As she floats in the kitchen, I'm tasting the smell Of toast as the butter runs. Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed And I shake my head. And it's only the giving That makes you what you are. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
My first and last time with you
And we had some fun. Went walking through the trees, yeah! And then I kissed you once. Oh I want to see you soon But I wonder how. It was a new day yesterday But it's an old day now. Spent a long time looking For a game to play. My luck should be so bad now To turn out this way. Oh I had to leave today Just when I thought I'd found you. It was a new day yesterday But it's an old day now. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
Gonna lose my way tomorrow,
Gonna give away my car. I'd take you along with me, But you would not go so far. Don't see what I do not want to see, You don't hear what I don't say. Won't be what I don't want to be, I continue in my way. Don't see, see, see where I'm goin', Don't see, see, see where I'm goin', Don't see, see, see where I'm goin' to, I don't want to. Everyday I see the mornin' come on in the same old way. I tell myself tomorrow brings me things I would not dream today. Gonna lose my way tomorrow, Gonna give away my car. I'd take you along with me, But you would not go so far. Don't see what I do not want to see, You don't hear what I don't say. Won't be what I don't want to be, I continue in my way. Don't see, see, see where I'm goin', Don't see, see, see where I'm goin', Don't see, see, see where I'm goin' to, I don't want to. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
Sitting on a park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent Snot running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Hey, Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Hey, Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck Whoa, Aqualung Sun streaking cold An old man wandering lonely Taking time the only way he knows Leg hurting bad As he bends to pick a dog-end He goes down to the bog and warms his feet Feeling alone The army's up the road Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea Aqualung, my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see, it's only me Do you still remember December's foggy freeze When the ice that Clings onto your beard was Screaming agony? Hey! And you snatch your rattling last breaths With deep-sea diver sounds And the flowers bloom like Madness in the spring Sun streaking cold An old man wandering lonely Taking time the only way he knows Leg hurting bad As he bends to pick a dog-end He goes down to the bog and warms his feet Ohh Feeling alone The army's up the road Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea Aqualung, my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see, it's only me Ohh Dee dee dee dee dee... Aqualung, my friend Don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see, it's only me Sitting on a park bench Eyeing little girls with bad intent Snot running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Hey, Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Hey, Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck Hey, Aqualung Whoa, Aqualung |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
I think she was a middle-distance runner...
(the translation wasn't clear). Could be a budding stately hero. International competition in a year. She was a good enough reason for a party... (well, you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile) while she ran a perfect circle. And she wore a perfect smile in Budapest... hot night in Budapest. We had to cozzy up in the old gymnasium... dusting off the mandolins and checking on the gear. She was helping out at the back-stage... stopping hearts and chilling beer. Yes, and her legs went on for ever. Like staring up at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea. Hot night in Budapest. You could cut the heat, peel it back with the wrong side of a knife. Feel it blowing from the sidefills. Feel like you were playing for your life (if not the money). Hot night in Budapest. She bent down to fill the ice box and stuffed some more warm white wine in like some weird unearthly vision wearing only T-shirt, pants and skin. You know, it rippled, just a hint of muscle. But the boys and me were heading west so we left her to the late crew and a hot night in Budapest. It was a hot night in Budapest. She didn't speak much English language... (she didn't speak much anyway). She wouldn't make love, but she could make good sandwich and she poured sweet wine before we played. Hey, Budapest, cha, cha, cha. Let's watch her now. I thought I saw her at the late night restaurant. She would have sent blue shivers down the wall. But she didn't grace our table. In fact, she wasn't there at all. Yes, and her legs went on forever. Like staring up at infinity. Her heart was spinning to the west-lands and she didn't care to be that night in Budapest. Hot night in Budapest. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
along the costroad, by the headland
the early lights of winter glow i'll pour a cup to you my darling raise it up - say cheerio |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief
If he had a rich man in his hand And who would steal the candy From a laughing baby's mouth If he could take it from the money man Cross eyed Mary Goes jumping in again She signs no contract But she always plays the game She dines in Hamstead village On expense accounted gruel And her jacknife father Drops her off at school Laughing in the playground Gets no kicks from little boys Who'd rather make it with electric trains Or maybe her attention, is drawn by Aqualung Who watches through the railings as they play Cross eyed Mary Finds it hard to get along She's a poor man's rich girl And she'll do it for a song She's a rich man's stealer But her favor's good and strong She's the Robin Hood of Highgate Help the poor man get along Laughing in the playground Gets no kicks from little boys Who'd rather make it with electric trains Or maybe her attention, is drawn by Aqualung Who watches through the railings as they play Cross eyed Mary Goes jumping in again She signs no contract But she always plays the game She dines in Hamstead village On expense accounted gruel And jacknife father Drops her off at school Cross eyed Mary Oh Mary Oh cross eyed Mary |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
Hey little buddies:
soft and silky night walkers. Dangerous species - Tiptoe menace long grass stalkers on my bed: no butter melting in your jaws. Bonding monster - Lethal weapon wearing claws. Let's go out to hunt by numbers. Tabby, spotted, black as coal - Serval, Margy, Caracal. Moggie in the moonlight listens: whiskered sensory miracle. Felis, befriend us - Egyptian Mau - Freya's familiar. Long in the future - Cloned disciples, the castle guard. Now, let's go out and hunt by numbers. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green?
With his long tail hanging down. He quietly sits under every tree --- in the folds of his velvet gown. He drinks from the empty acorn cup the dew that dawn sweetly bestows. And taps his cane upon the ground --- signals the snowdrops it's time to grow. It's no fun being Jack-In-The-Green --- no place to dance, no time for song. He wears the colours of the summer soldier --- carries the green flag all the winter long. Jack, do you never sleep --- does the green still run deep in your heart? Or will these changing times, motorways, powerlines, keep us apart? Well, I don't think so --- I saw some grass growing through the pavements today. The rowan, the oak and the holly tree are the charges left for you to groom. Each blade of grass whispers Jack-In-The-Green. Oh Jack, please help me through my winter's night. And we are the berries on the holly tree. Oh, the mistlethrush is coming. Jack, put out the light. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
Happy, and I'm smiling, walk a mile to drink your water.
You know I'd love to love you, and above you there's no other We'll go walking out while others shout of war's disaster. Oh, we won't give in, let's go living in the past. Once I'd used to join in every boy and girl was my friend. Now there's revolution but they don't know what they're fighting. Let us close our eyes. Outside their lives go on much faster Oh, we won't give in, we'll keep living in the past. Oh, we won't give in, let's go living in the past. Oh, no, no, we won't give in, let's go living in the past. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath Runs the all time loser Headlong to his death Oh, he feels the pistons screaming Steam breaking on his brow Old Charlie stole the handle And the train it won't stop going No way to slow down He sees his children jumpin’ off At stations one by one His woman and his best friend In bed and having fun So he's crawling down the corridor On his hands and knees Old Charlie stole the handle And the train it won't stop going No way to slow down He hears the silence howling Catches angels as they fall And the all time winner Has got him by the balls Oh, he picks up Gideon's Bible Open at page one I think God, he stole the handle And the train it won't stop going No way to slow down No way to slow down No way to slow down No way to slow down No way to slow down |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me.
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me, Now that the night is over. Got to clear my head so I can see. Till I get to put together, That old feeling won't let me be. Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night? Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night? I really don't remember, But with one more cigarette and I think I might. Till I get to put together, Well that old feeling can't get me right. Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said? Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said? Oh, I don't feel so good. Need someone to help me to my bed. Till I get to put together, That old feeling is in my head. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
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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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
In the morning -- gonna get my things together.
Packing up and I'm leaving this place. I don't believe you'll cry, there'll be a smile upon your face. I didn't think how much you'd hurt me. That's something that I laugh about. Bring in the good times, baby. And let the bad times out. That old sun keeps on shining, But someday it won't shine for you. In the morning I'll be leaving. I'll leave your mother too. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream
Can't hear your daddy's warning cry You're going back to be all the things you want to be While in sweet dreams you softly sigh You hear my voice is calling To be mine again Live the rest of your life in a day Get out and get what you can While your mummy's at home a-sleeping No time to understand 'Cause they lost what they thought they were keeping No one can see us in your sweet dream Don't hear you leave to start the car All wrapped up tightly in the coat you borrowed from me, Your place of resting is not far You hear my voice is calling To be mine again Live the rest of your life in a day Get out and get what you can While your mummy's at home a-sleeping No time to understand 'Cause they lost what they thought they were keeping Get out and get what you can While your mummy's at home a-sleeping No time to understand 'Cause they lost what they thought they were keeping |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
Crystal fountain springing from the hill.
It irrigates your soul. you may drink your fill. Water of life, carried high. One hand upon the gallon jar. feel her fix my eye. Every good traveller's for the taking. All good money for the making. Seller's market: wet appeal. Water carrier------let's make the deal. Covered face and black pool eyes. Between us, no words spoken: no words to the wise. Here's to another time and a drink somewhere. Plush on a nain carpet; on a cafe chair. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
Thick As A Brick
Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink. So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away In the tidal destruction the moral melee. The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way. But your new shoes are worn at the heels and your suntan does rapidly peel and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And the love that I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and you shake your head and say it's a shame. Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth. Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song. See there! A son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight. There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night. We'll make a man of him put him to trade teach him to play Monopoly and not to sing in the rain. The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water -- as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea. The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other -- as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed. The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling -- but the master of the house is far away. The horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding in the sharp and frosty morning of the day. And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword. And the youngest of the family Is moving with authority. Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside. The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea: the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need. The young men of the household have all gone into service and are not to be expected for a year. The innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster -- has formed the plan to change the man he seems. And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword. And the oldest of the family Is moving with authority. Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run. What do you do when the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him? No one to help you get up steam -- and the whirlpool turns you 'way off-beam. LATER. I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways. My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed. So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man -- twenty years too late. Your bread and water's going cold. Your hair is too short and neat. I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me. You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares. You're unaware that your doings aren't done. And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be. But how are we supposed to see where we should run? I see you shuffle in the courtroom with your rings upon your fingers and your downy little sidies and your silver-buckle shoes. Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol who lets you bend the rules. So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day. You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time. The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line. And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are -- and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars. And you wonder who to call on. So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though? They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual. LATER. See there! A man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace. There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease. We'll take the child from him put it to the test teach it to be a wise man how to fool the rest. QUOTE We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional God is an overwhelming responsibility we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons It says here that cats are on the upgrade upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac. LATER In the clear white circles of morning wonder, I take my place with the lord of the hills. And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills. With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention, while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen. Saying -- how's your granny and good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win. The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled in the seagull's call. And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall. The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, and signal for the crack of dawn. Light the sun. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun. Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day, wise men endorse the poet's sight. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! Let me tell you the tales of your life of your love and the cut of the knife the tireless oppression the wisdom instilled the desire to kill or be killed. Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by. The pavements are empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool toasts his god in the sky. So come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed with the blood of the fools and the thoughts of the wise and from the pan under your bed. Let me make you a present of song as the wise man breaks wind and is gone while the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and the nursery rhyme winds along. So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear. See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you and the hour of judgement draweth near. Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour or the wiser man who rushes clear. So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books your super-crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day. So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual. OF COURSE So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. |
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from Jethro Tull - Living With The Past [video] (2008)
Wond'ring aloud --
How we feel today. Last night sipped the sunset -- My hands in her hair. We are our own saviours As we start both our hearts beating life Into each other. Wond'ring aloud -- Will the years treat us well. As she floats in the kitchen, I'm tasting the smell Of toast as the butter runs. Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed And I shake my head. And it's only the giving That makes you what you are. |