Under wraps
(Jethro Tull - 1984,Chrysalis)Список песен:
1. Lap of Luxury
2. Under Wraps #1
3. European Legasy
4. Later, That Same Evening
5. Saboteur
6. Radio Free Moscow
7. Nobody's Car
8. Heat
9. Under Wraps #2
10. Paparazzi
11. Apogee
Комментарий Иана Андерсона к альбому:
И первым диском, записанным в домашней студии, стал "Under Wraps". Работая над ним, мы сделали попытку свести воедино преимущества, присущие музыке, основанной на новых сэмпловых технологиях, с нашим традиционным "талловским" подходом. Альбом стал необычным сочетанием звуков и музыки, и что-то на нем было холодным и просчитанным, а что-то - более образным и пробуждающим воображение. Мне нравится этот диск, потому что, как вокалист, я выжал из себя все, что возможно, в смысле диапазона и мелодической структуры. И, естественно, это оказалось палкой о двух концах, когда пришло время исполнять эти вещи живьем. Я серьезно повредил свои голосовые связки позднее, в 84-м, когда в турне мне нужно было петь материал "Under Wraps" каждую ночь. И мой голос так по-настоящему и не восстановился.
01. "Lap Of Luxury"
The money won't last forever -rent man called twice today.
I hope some day you'll find me
in the lap of luxury.
Searched for a new apartment
but they don't grow on trees.
Just want to lay my head
in the lap of luxury.
Stepped out on a new horizon -
felt a new spring in my feet.
Found a job, it could set me up
dangling in the lap of luxury.
And the gaffer is a man of substance -
drives a jag and takes high tea.
Lives beyond the industrial wasteland,
laughing in the lap of luxury.
I need money, now, to soothe my heart!
Buy me a Datsun or Toyota -
get the tax man to agree
all expenses I can muster
from the lap of luxury.
02. "Under Wraps #1"
Keep it quiet. (Go slow.)Circulate. Need to know.
Stamp the date upon your file -
masquerade, but well worth while.
Wrapped in the warmth of you -
wrapped up in your smile.
Wrapped in the folds of your attention.
Wear an air - (keep mum)
of casual indifference.
Careful how you go
about your usual business.
Wrapped in daydreams of you -
wrapped up by your eyes.
Wrapped in the folds of your attention.
Under wraps! I've got you under wraps.
Tell you when - (not yet)
soon the great unveiling.
Bless my boots! Upon my soul!
Secrecy, it is my failing.
Wrapped in your Summer night -
wrapped in your Autumn leaves.
Wrapped in the Winter of your sleeping.
03. "European Legacy"
She smiles at mefrom beyond the eastern sea-shore.
Flashing jewelled eyes,
she hoists her skirts so high.
Nouvelle cuisine or an oyster bar -
it's really up to her.
I'll write every cheque she brings to me.
I shoot on sight -
it's my European legacy.
Round the castle walls -
about the Highlands and the Islands
the faint reminders stand.
Visitors who took a hand
a thousand years ago, or so -
stranded high and dry by tides -
washed up a new identity.
The channel's wide -
but it's their European legacy.
I strain my eyes
against the southern light advancing.
On whiter cliffs I'm high.
The sea birds roll and tumble as they fly.
I hear distant mainland music echo
in my island ears.
My feet begin to move instinctively
to the warmer beat of my European legacy.
She smiles at me
from beyond the eastern sea-shore.
Flashing jewelled eyes,
she hoists her skirts so high.
Nouvelle cuisine or an oyster bar -
it's really up to her.
I'll write every cheque she brings to me.
She shoots on sight -
it's her European legacy.
04. "Later, That Same Evening"
Later, that same evening, she ran.I think she ran alone.
Later, she had early warning from
a hidden phone.
Checked with the embassy -
she might have been
a million miles away.
Should I circulate her likeness
at all airports without delay?
It was later -
later that same evening.
Earlier, we had had a drink or four
in some Kensington hotel.
Hard - it was hard to keep my mind
on what she had to sell.
And with all business done
we took a cab -
should it be her place or mine?
Good security prevailed
and I was home just after nine.
It was later -
later that same evening.
Now I want you back.
Yes, they want you back.
We want you back.
My country wants you back.
Later, in the wee small hours
there was heavy traffic on the radio.
Scare at a channel port -
small craft warnings to keep to shore.
Lobstermen thought they saw
a submarine
half submerged suspiciously.
Though I arrived too late,
I'm sure she blew a kiss to me
as the sub sailed out to sea.
05. "Saboteur"
In and out of shady places -walking on cold corners of the maze.
Following the trace you leave unwittingly.
I wanna be no Saboteur.
Oh, no, me no Saboteur.
Painted ducks across your landscape -
happy in your domesticity (it don't come free).
Misfortune, like a Sparrow Hawk, hangs over you.
Wanna be no Saboteur.
No, no, me no Saboteur.
Deepest regrets I humbly offer you
as I cut into your life.
With clean precision, all is simplified -
pass the hat and pass the knife.
By now you must be worried, wondering
who is me and what lies behind my art.
I'm only removing broken sea-shells from the beach -
oh, no, me no Saboteur.
There's at least one of me inside your ranks
in your factory or school.
I anticipate a cleansing opportunity
to take the horns by the bull.
History forever writing
pages to be cut or painted grey,
or celebrated like Jesus in his
temple rage
as he chased the money-men away.
I wanna be no Saboteur.
Be no, be no Saboteur.
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06. "Radio Free Moscow"
Tune into messagesfrom 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 free.
Mine of disinformation
pleading sympathy.
Down in the cold-war games
forever naming names.
I'm getting pictures
from my radio (Free Moscow).
Keep getting pictures
from my radio (Free Moscow).
I put my headphones on -
reach out on the beam.
Shutter up the windows -
I'm getting up some steam.
Somebody's at the door
catching me in the act -
they've been keeping the score.
I'm getting pictures
from my radio (Free Moscow).
Yes, I'm getting pictures
from my radio (Free Moscow).
07. "Nobody's Car"
Black Volga following me -Nobody's car.
Mr. No-one at the wheel of
Nobody's car.
Wet pavements, thin apartments -
quiet dissent from darkened doorways.
I want out alive.
Speak up for me if you can.
So, careful how you drive
in tourist city.
Slap in front of my hotel -
it's Nobody's car.
Is that my limousine?
No, it's Nobody's car.
Are you on routine assignment?
Plastic shades on black-browed eye-hole.
I read this book before.
I even saw the film.
How did the ending go?
(Intourist city.)
Black out.
It's a weird scenario.
I've seen a thousand times before
but only on my video.
Feel my steps quick in the headlights
of Nobody's car.
Down cobbled alley with no exit from
Nobody's car.
Doors slam, two figures silhouette -
somewhere before, I feel we've met.
Can't tell you any more.
I agreed to go along with all they asked of me.
Intourist city.
I drive Nobody's car.
08. "Heat"
When the rats are runningand the boys are gunning
for heads on a tin plate -
you can hear the footfall
softly in the back yard.
And the black jack is called
face up on the last card.
You'd better call your witness
in your dirty business.
Trop tard sera le cri.
Better run while you can -
better set the tall sail.
Better make deep cover
before the boys have you nailed.
There's just one chance to get away -
I'll catch up with you another day.
I'll close my eyes and count to ten
and come right after you again.
Grab your credit cards -
cash in on your resources.
Take your passport from the drawer,
don't stop to change the horses.
Get out of the heat.
Now can you feel the pressure?
Have you got the measure
of being a wanted man?
Cold drink in your hand -
hot sweat on your brow.
And there's no understanding
going to help you now.
Grab your credit cards -
cash in on your resources.
Take your passport from the drawer,
don't stop to change the horses.
Notify all parties
of an earlier vacation.
No use trying to board the train
after it's left the station.
Get out of the heat.
9. Under Wraps #2
Keep It Quiet (Go slow)Circulate. Need to know.
Stamp the date upon your file
masquerade, but well worth while.
Wrapped in the warmth of you
wrapped up in your smile.
Wrapped in the folds of your attention.
Wear an air (keep mum)
of casual indifference.
Careful how you go
about your usual business.
Wrapped in the warmth of you
wrapped up in your smile.
Wrapped in the folds of your attention.
Under wraps! I’ve got you under wraps.
Under wraps! I’ve got you under wraps.
Tell you when (not yet)
soon the great unveiling.
Bless my boots! Upon my soul!
Secrecy, it’s my failing.
Wrapped in the warmth of you
wrapped up in your smile.
Wrapped in the folds of your attention.
10. "Paparazzi"
Paparazzi, can't make the man.Paparazzi, can't break the man.
Next to the transit lounge
See the paparazzi tears.
No-one came in today
From boston or tangiers.
And in departures -
Only faceless trippers trip,
Loaded with duty free
Held in white knuckle grip.
Snap it up, flash away -
Steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type -
The news is running late tonight.
Be-decked with nikon necklaces
Hear the paparazzi cries.
Under their noses walk
The famous in disguise.
Conspicuously huddled there
But no-one stops to look.
They've got their crayons out
To colour in the book.
Snap it up, flash away -
Steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type -
Paparazzi won't be home tonight.
Paparazzi - write it down.
Paparazzi - turn it around.
Paparazzi - take it, fake it,
Break it.
'cos it's a story.
Now someone's cut the lines
Communication's down.
All photo film is fogged.
Celebrities surround
And jab their fingers at me.
They kiss but I can't tell.
Even poor paparazzi
Must have privacy as well.
Snap it up, flash away -
Steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type -
The news is running late tonight.
Snap it up, flash away -
Steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type -
Paparazzi won't be home tonight.
11. "Apogee"
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-
spirit friends fly too,
at apogee.
Apogee - solar bright.
Apogee - through the night.
Apogee - overground.
Don't think I'll be coming down.
Screened for a stable mate
with nerves of ice we flew,
at apogee.
No creativity allowed
to pass through stainless veins of steel,
at apogee.
Apogee - put the kettle on.
Tight-lipped - soldier on.
High point - communicate.
Don't forget to urinate.
So glad they put this window in.
How to explain, how to begin?
See! Tennyson and Wordsworth there
waiting for me in the cold, thin air.
Beware a host of unearthly daffodils
drifting golden, turned up loud.
Tell the boys back home,
I'm gonna get some.
The Wrong Stuff's loose in here -
I'm climbing up the walls,
at apogee.
So hoist the skull and bones -
death and glory's free,
at apogee.
A stranger wind, a solar breeze -
I'm walking out upon the starry seas.
See pyramids, see standing stones -
pink cotton undies and blue telephones.
Goodbye, cruel world that was my home -
there's a cleaner space out there to roam.
Put my feet up on the moons of Mars -
sit back, relax and count the stars.
