Ian Anderson piosenki

My hand of thumbs is shaking I am so glad to meet you All tongue-tied and twisted My lips stuck like glue More than a lifetime to say, “How are you?” More than an ocean to cross becalmed. Less than a second to sink in silence. Yours truly, I remain disarmed....

A raft of penguins on a frozen sea. Expectant faces look down on me. Shuffle uneasy. The whistler plays. Counting eleven, they begin to pray. Tenuous but clinging, the missing link Joins us, closer than we might think. Some half remembered coarse jungle drum...

I looked in the mirror then saw my face in a dream. With eyes sharp as diamonds Blessed with clear vision Things were not as they seemed Black and White Television stared back from the wall. Is that my life? Am I here at all? Down in the High Road, see motor c...

I'm slipping into grey. And I was (in my way) good to you. And you were good for me. Bye Bye my love. Going to play the End Game. It's growing kind of still. You know there always will be a dream waiting for you when sleep comes around. I had to play the End G...

It's hard to say I'm sorry. May we just forget about today. You see, I fly by night. I fly by night. I laid my love beside the door and left you sleeping on the floor. So long. I fly by night. I fly by night. And 'though you might think it's too bad of...

As I drove down the road to look for Eden saw two young girls but left them standing there. They were too late to get home on the underground and probably too drunk, too drunk to care. Can anyone tell me the way to Eden? I'll ask them there, have they a job fo...

Fires on the mountain, and the dogs bark. Crash of the ocean swelling: crickets in the dark. The temperature is rising. The village gets no sleep. It's hardly surprising, given the hot company they keep. Somebody's home in the ash-fall margins; Somebody's lif...

Dinner table chattering classes – tell all we need to know. Like it. Lump it. Dig it. Dump it – on your late, late show. And do you think you’re Ralitsa Vassileva? You’re just hand-me-down news in a cookie jar. It’s a long way from here to CNN in America and...

My old black cat passed away this morning He never knew what a hard day was. Woke up late and danced on tin roofs. If questioned “Why?” – answered, “Just because.” He never spoke much, preferring silence: eight lost lives was all he had. Occasionally sneaked...

Down the street the dogs are barkin' And the day is a-gettin' dark As the night comes in a-fallin' The dogs'll lose their bark An' the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my minds For I'm one too many mornings And a thousand miles behind. From th...

She dances through the flower-filled room – Sea-green eyes a-sparking. Or are they blue? The message clear: Seduce the master, winking. Dainty feet circles inscribe Upon the frozen parquet. Arabesque in compound time: Stately Pavane or Bourée. Sultry smile,...

Dear uncle sold her into the purest kind of slavery. Hood-eyed little middlemen profited from damaged goods along the way. Good angels brought her back to a last Nepal summer. Debased, hollow-faced, a smile might become her. Now she's cosied up, cosi...

Down at the church the flower girl sits. Legs innocent, apart. I make the picture puzzle fit to start your heart. Painted sister stopped beside. A word upon her saintly lip. Perhaps admonishing the child inside the open slip. I don't know where she might...

This sparkling wine is all but empty. Too late for trains and no taxis. I know the feeling. Seems all too contrived. There was no master plan but the fact is: you must stay with me and learn the secret language of birds. A tentative dawn about to be breaking...

No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words, so freeze those goalposts, don't take the Admiral on board. This Hardy's not for kissing... Expression, no explosion, or whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme. Instead let's talk the secret language of birds. Right t...

I walk along the strand to catch the late ride home. Shuttle through the evening gloom knowing I forgot to phone. The back door's open. There's a chill blowing in. Take your warm hands off me. Let the night begin. Shush your mouth. Listen to me. I won't say no...

Here I am at the end of the day with a cup of cold coffee from the station buffet. On Trains, on Trains I seem to spend my life on Trains. See the blue suit banker in the ticket line. Got an Evening Standard with Playboy hidden behind. On Trains, on Trains he...

Close in, move out to where you want to go. There's a crowd out there handclapping slow. We're all powered up, switched on, the rig is tight. Step into joy. Walk into light. Never mind what some people say. They're going to love you anyway. Shake off that nerv...

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