Jethro Tull piosenki

Sailing round the true-blue sphere--- is it too late to bale out of here? Well, there has to be some better way to turn back the night, spin on to yesterday. The old man and his crew--- after all these years, it's apogee. Pilot training and remorse---...

Sitting on a park bench Eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run. Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his...

The middle lane has trapped my car in red-light claustrophobia. I slip the shackles, cut the rope --- stand naked with a telescope as the cat walks alone under a big sky. Against the dark so thin and white --- gonna be a big sky night. Miss Galileo, c...

So why are you holding my hand tonight? I'm not intending to go far away. I'm just slipping through to the back room -- I'll leave you messages almost every day. And who was I to last forever? I didn't promise to stay the pace. Not in this lifetime, babe but w...

The actors milling helplessly-- The script is blowing out to sea. But what the hell, we didn't even pass an audition. The lines you'll have to improvise. The words are written in the eyes Of politicians who despise their fathers. And so the play necess...

In the hands of science --- the complete appliance. We're moved to motor. Do you fly a Spitfire? Do you slide on a tea-tray? Or walk on a short trip (Sundays). Or drive come what may (enjoy). Automotive science and engineering. When big was better --...

Stormy-eyed on the edge of dawn: Nose pressed against the triple glaze. Floor to ceiling, wall to wall, Silent traffic streams both ways. Along the fussy freeway drivers Dream of sunday barbecues. Of a sudden, seems I can barely Face my self: no face to lose....

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 h...

In and out of the front door, ran twelve back-door angels. Their hair was a golden-brown they didn't see me wink my eye. 'Tis said they put we men to sleep with just a whisper, And touch the heads of dying dogs and make them linger. They carry their candles hi...

Yes'n she's bad-eyed and she's loveless. A young man's fancy and an old man's dream. I'm self raising and I flower in her company. Give me no sugar without her cream. She's a warm fart at Christmas. She's a breath of champagne on sparkling night. Yes'n she's...

Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel. Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel. In the underpass, the blind man stands. With cold flute hands. Symphony match-seller, breath out of time. You can call me on another line. Indian restaurants that curry my brain. News...

Education, micro-managed. MBA: a doddle mastered. City-bound, Canary Wharf. A cushy number, fluky bastard. Banker bets and banker wins, never missed yet, for all his sins Hedge funds, wraps and equities. Lackeys, aides in fierce attendance. Trus...

Six o'clock in the morning Wake up by the bed There sits a Japanese toy And I like it See the name on the wrapping Can't read yet but I know it's made for me (lucky boy) And I want it Lights that flash, wheels that go round Digital display Fresh silicon chips...

From early days of infancy, through trembling years of youth, long murky middle-age and final hours long in the tooth, he is the hundred names of terror --- creature you love the least. Picture his name before you and exorcise the beast. He roved up and...

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 pa...

Have you ever stood in the April wood And called the new year in While the phantoms of three thousand years Fly as the dead leaves spin? There's a snap in the grass behind your feet And a tap upon your shoulder And the thin wind crawls along your neck It'...

She's catching the wind: the gentlest of breezes. It's a sensitive passage she's sailing - Through stormy straits, navigates my unfathomable failings. She rises before me, reading me clearly. Empty nest left pressed in the pillow. She can shift, she can sway...

Small child messing down, messing down. in the streets of Bombay. Cities like this have no shame, no shame; indeed, why should they? Out in the middle distance, several tragedies are playing. I'm beside myself. Big sister, can you hear him, can you hear...

The mist rolls off the beaches, the train rolls into the station Weekend happiness seekers, pent-up saturation Well, we don't mean anyone any harm, we weren't on the Glasgow train I see you at the Pleasure Beach, roller-coasting heroes Big Dipper riding We'll...

Marty loved the sound of the stolen mandolin. Somebody took it on a dare in the night-time. Run up to the radio, calling out to the wind. Now, bring it, bring it back at least an hour before flight time. It was a souvenir, but it was a right arm missing....