Jethro Tull piosenki

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, ti...

One two three Two The editor lies screaming (begging in his working drink), Questioning Who is God's favorite rock star this week? And will the front page pay take him? The deadline for the headline is the breadline. 

Touch down after muddy rugby in the softer evensong. Steal through open doors to heaven in angelic sing-along. Tinsel echoes in the rafters still the air in stained glass light. Our voices chaste, un-broken, pure, take manly message to the fight. I sense...

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 lig...

In the half-tone light of a young morning she sighs and shifts on the pillow. And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly to kiss the Pussy Willow. In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing in a sad voice nobody hears. She waits in her castle o...

The wind is on the river and the tide has turned too late, so we're sailing for another shore where some other ladies wait. To throw us silken whispers: catch us by the anchor chains --- But we all laugh so politely and we sail on just the same. For Queen and...

The old rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight Unfashionable to the end; drank his ale too light Death's head belt buckle, yesterday's dreams, the transport caf' prophet of doom Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams, in his pos...

Tune into messages from the Eastern avenue. Lock on to the ether --- squeeze the signal through and through. War of the air-waves making scare-waves. I'm getting pictures from my radio (Free Moscow). Moscow Radio. Voice of America --- symbol of the...

Through northern lights on back streets --- I told the coachman, "Just drive me on, It's the same old destination But a different world to sing upon." So he threw back his head and he counted. I jumped out about five to nine. And I waved at the stage door-keep...

Over high plains, through the snow... roll those tracks out, don't you know I'm raising steam. Thin vein creeping; hot blood flow... spill a little where the new towns grow. I got my whole life hanging in a sack, heading out into that wide world wide. Y...

Rare and precious chain Do I have to tell you, tell you once again? Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. Rare and precious chain Binds me to your soul round gently pulsing veins. Shackled tight, feel love's bite coming back to you. No g...

What a sight for my eyes to see you in sleep. Could it stop the sun rise hearing you weep? You're not seen, you're not heard but I stand by my word. Came a thousand miles just to catch you while you're smiling. What a day for laughter and walking at night. Me...

Well, I saw a bird today flying from a bush and the wind blew it away. And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly at play velvet veined. I saw it burn. With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew right on by. And, taking in the morning, I s...

I have to call you up. Think I've seen a vision of rhythm in gold. No cat could ever move that way. No puss would dare to be so bold. Must tell the boys to follow you. Catch you where you go to ground. A lady of means, I can see. Rhythm in gold is getting...

Now is the solstice of the year, Winter is the glad song that you hear. Seven maids move in seven time. Have the lads up ready in a line. Ring out these bells. Ring out, ring solstice bells. Ring solstice bells. Join together beneath the mistletoe. By the ho...

Savage night on a misty island. Lights wink out in the canyon walls. Two old boys in a stolen racer. Black rubber contrails in the unwashed halls. And all roads out of here, seem to lead right back to the Rock Island. I've gone back to Paris, London, an...

There's a black cat down on the quayside. Ship's lights, green eyes glowing in the dark. Two young cops handing out a beating: know how to hurt and leave no mark. Down in the half-lit bar of the hotel there's a call for the last round of the day. Push ba...

Roll yer own. Don't mean you got no money. Only that you got no opportunity to shake it with that friend of mine. Roll yer own if you can't buy readymade; you won't be satisfied when you feel the sudden need to unwind. You know what moves you in the wee h...

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...

She moves with machinery for the fancy sports car trade. Part of the industrial process: she sees that they stay made. She works from early A.M.. They work her to the bone. When I call her in the evening, she's too tired to lift the phone. Damned if I'll...