Jethro Tull piosenki

Got a birthday card at Christmas... it made me think of Jesus Christ. It said, "I love you" in small letters. I simply had to read it twice. Wood smoke curled from blackened chimneys. The smell of frost was in the air. Pole star hovered in the blackness. I loo...

Hand in the snake pit – black mamba chase Head through the lion's cage – head on a plate Two feet on the hot coals – last dance at the ball Blindfold on the tightrope – whenever you call Be my slippery slider, black mamba crawl over me Dark thoughts of the sl...

Come, let me play with you, black satin dancer In all your giving, given is the answer Tearing life from limb and looking sweeter Than the brightest flower in my garden Begging your pardon, shedding right unreason Over sensation, fly the fleeting seasons Thin...

Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a Monday with freezing rains melting and no trains running and sad eyes passing in windows flimsy and my seat rocking from legs not quite matching Got passport, credit cards, a plane that I'm catching Black Sunday fal...

Dirty white caravans down narrow roads sailing Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake With hot, red-faced drivers, horns' flattened fifths wailing Putting trust in blind corners as they overtake And it's "Oh, come willing now Spend a shilling now Stack up the...

I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a black cloud that hides the sun. Bring me my broadsword and clear understanding. Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman. Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing. Take women and children and bed them down...

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 An...

Walking through forests of palm tree apartments scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents down by the waterhole drunk every Friday eating their nuts saving their raisins for Sunday. Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows they're fast but they're lazy...

Please, let's have a big welcome for Jethro Tull. Whoop! Hello. Hang on, press on. Be back with you in a minute. I'd better not open this now because it might contain contraband. We'll give it to John to supplement his camels. He dropped on his head when h...

On Preston platform do your soft shoe shuffle dance. Brush away the cigarette ash that's falling down your pants. And 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. 

Along the coast road, by the headland the early lights of winter glow. I'll pour a cup to you my darling. Raise it up --- say Cheerio. 

We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits, gliding cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind hard-weather hoods a-hiding. Meeting as the tall ships do, passing in the channel afraid to chance a gentle touch --- afraid to make the clasp. In high-rise...

And ride with us young bonny lass With the angels of the night Crack wind clatter, flesh rein bite On an out size unicorn Rough-shod winging sky blue flight On a cold wind to Valhalla And join with us, please Valkyrie maidens cry above the cold wind to Valhal...

I'm travelling in pots and pans Call me a sailor, a soldier, a tinker man But don't ever call me a gypsy I've made the down-payment on my caravan Now, you're looking at a commercial traveller Commercial traveller Now, maybe you think that I haven't a fi...

All right and honorable gentlemen And lady, too Will kindly try to restrain themselves In derring-do As verbal hard graffiti flies And echoes wall to wall Our precious model of democracy It's the House of Commons brawl One member from some dark mill town Fur...

Gerald the Banker I made my millions, stashed the pile in Swiss bank havens, lost the lot When Inland Revenue got wise. So, I did my time, my time for what? Gerald the Homeless On the streets, a pretty pickle. I met a man who lifted me. Took me home for...

Grey the mist --- cold the dawn; cruel the sea and stern the shore. Brave the man who sets his course For Albion. Sweet the rose --- sharp the thorn; meek the soil and proud the corn. Blessed the lamb that would be born within this green and pleasant land. Hi...

Gerald Bostock, fresh from school with few O-levels, sets his sights. No grand, fanciful fantasies but level headed middle ground. The retail trade, the corner shop, at humble service of plain town-folk. Open at nine and closed by six: enough to work, play,...

And here slip I --- dragging one foot in the gutter --- in the midnight echo of the shop that sells cheap radios. And there sits she --- no bed, no bread, no butter --- on a double yellow line --- where she can park anytime. Old Lady Grey; crash-barrier waltze...

Just a little touch of make-up; just a little touch of bull; Just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul; You can wear a gold Piaget on your Semaphore wrist; You can dance the old adage with a dapper new twist. And you can ring a crown of ro...