20 years of Jethro Tull
(Jethro Tull,сборник - 1988)
Список песен: 1. Stormy Monday blues
2. Love story
3. A new day yesterday
4. Summerday sands
5. March the mad scientist
6. Living in the past [live]
7. Aqualung [live]
8. Locomotive breath [live]
9. Rainbow blues
10. Lick your fingers clean
11. Overhang
12. Crossword
13. Jack-A-Lynn
14. Kelpie
15. Part of the machine
16. Mayhem,Maybe
17. Wond'ring Aloud [live]
18. Dun ringdill [live]
19. A passion play #8
Тексты песен:
Love Story
Going back in the morning timeto see if my love has changed her mind, yeah.
I know what I will find
that she is wasting time,
she could be picking roses.
Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has seen the light, yeah.
Oh, I told her last night
she should improve her sight,
she could be painting the roof.
Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has come around, yeah.
She offered me no sound,
her head is in the ground,
She could be calling for winter.
A new day yesterday
My first and last time with youand we had some fun.
went walking through the trees, yeah!
And then I kissed you once.
Oh I want to see you soon
but I wonder how.
It was a new day yesterday
but it's an old day now.
Spent a long time looking
for a game to play.
My luck should be so bad now
to turn out this way.
Oh I had to leave today
just when I thought I'd found you.
It was a new day yesterday
But it's an old day now.
Living in the past
Happy and I'm smilingWalk a mile to drink your water
You know I'd love to love you
And above you there's no other
We'll go walking out
While others shout of war's disaster
Oh, we won't give in,
Let's go living in the past
Once I used to join in
Every boy and girl was my friend
Now there's revolution
But they don't know what they's fighting
Let us close our eyes
Outside their lives go on much faster
Oh we won't give in
We'll keep living in the past
Aqualung
Sitting on a park bencheyeing up little girls
with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end
goes down to the bog to
warm his feet.
Feeling alone
the army's up the road
salvation a la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod
You see it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
Locomotive Breath
In the shuffling madnessof the locomotive breath,
runs the all-time loser,
headlong to his death.
He feels the piston scraping
steam breaking on his brow
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going
no way to slow down.
He sees his children jumping off
at stations one by one.
His woman and his best friend
in bed and having fun.
Crawling down the corridor
on his hands and knees
old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going
no way to slow down.
He hears the silence howling
catches angels as they fall.
And the all-time winner
has got him by the balls.
He picks up Gideons Bible
open at page one
Old Charlie stole the handle and
the train won't stop going
no way to slow down.
Rainbow blues
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-keeper -
said, ``Mister, get me to the stage on time.''
Oh, but the rain wasn't made of water
and the snow didn't have a place in the sun
so I slipped behind a rainbow
and waited till the show had done.
I packed my ammunition.
Inside the crowd was shouting, "Encore",
But I had a most funny feeling -
it wasn't me they were shouting for.
So when the tall dark lady smiled at me
I said, "Oh, baby let us go for a ride."
And we came upon two drinks or four
and popped them oh so neatly inside.
Oh, but the rain wasn't made of water
and the snow didn't have a place in the sun
so we slipped behind a rainbow
and lay there until we had done.
Let me pack you deep in my suitcase.
Oh, there's sure to be room for two -
or you can drive me to the airplane
but don't let me catch those rainbow blues.
Kelpie
There was a warm wind with the high tideOn the south of the hill.
When a young girl went a-walking
And I followed with a will.
"good day to you, my fine young lady
With your lips so sweetly full.
May I help you comb your long hair -
Sweep it from that brow so cool?"
Up, ride with the kelpie.
I'll steal your soul to the deep.
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else.
Well Im a man when I'm feeling
The urge to step ashore.
So I may charm you - not alarm you.
Tell you all fine things, and more.
Up, ride with the kelpie.
I'll steal your soul to the deep.
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else.
Say goodbye to all your dear kin -
For they hate to see you go
In your young prime, to this place of mine
In the still loch far below.
Up, ride with the kelpie.
I'll steal your soul to the deep.
If you dont ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else.
Wond'ring Aloud
Wond'ring aloudhow we feel today.
Last night sipped the sunset
my hand in her hair.
We are our own saviours
as we start both our herts beating life
into each other.
Wond'ring aloud
will the years treat us well.
As she floats in the kitchen,
I'm tasting the smell
of toast as the butter runs.
Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed
and I shake my head.
And it's only the giving
that makes you what you are.
Dun Ringill
Clear light on a slick palmas I mis-deal the day
Slip the night from a shaved pack
make a marked card play
Call twilight hours down
from a heaven home
high above the highest bidder
for the good Lord's throne
In the wee hours I'll meet you
down by Dun Ringill -
oh, and we'll watch the old gods play
by Dun Ringill
We'll wait in stone circles
`til the force comes through -
lines joint in faint discord
and the stormwatch brews
a concert of kings
as the white sea snaps
at the heels of a soft prayer
whispered
In the wee hours I'll meet you
down by Dun Ringill -
oh, and I'll take you quickly
by Dun Ringill
Part Of The Machine
Everybody's jumping on the circus train.Some jump high, some jump off again.
And the razzmatazz is rolling, women folk unveiled.
All truths to light, all crosses nailed.
Aiming high where the eagle circles,
where he keeps his tail feathers clean.
And wonders "Am I still a free bird?
Or just a part of the machine".
They hitch their covered wagons and they roll out west.
Politics in the pockets of their Sunday best.
Shaking hands, kissing babies, for all that they're worth.
they promise you gold, promise heaven on earth.
Still, that old bald eagle circles,
it's not the first time that he's seen
his reflection in the eyes of innocence.
He's become just another part of the machine,
part of the machine.
I wish I had an eagle like you
to look up to.
He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky
up above the whole machine.
Part of the machine.
Part of the machine.
Smart guys aren't running they're home and dry.
Up in the mountains where the eagle flies.
They wouldn't take that job offered on a plate.
They got to fly with the eagle, and he won't wait.
Looking down on the smoke and the factories
till the truth creeps up unseen.
They see themselves in the faces of their children
and realize they too are part of the machine.
Part of the machine.
I wish I had an eagle like you
to wake up to.
He could be my wings to fly
in a big bird sky, hey
let's be part of the machine.
Part of the machine. Part of the machine.
Part of the machine. Part of the machine.
Part of your machine. Part of your machine.
Part of your machine. Part of your machine.
A passsion play #8
[Overseer Overture]Colours I've none, dark or light, red, white or blue.
Cold is my touch (freezing).
Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you.
Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere.
Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional corn from my oversight grew.
Fell with mine angels from a far better place,
offering services for the saving of face.
Now you're here, you may as well admire
all whom living has retired from the benign reconciliation.
Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights
seen in the sky (flashing).
I just lit a fag then took my leave in the blink of an eye.
Passionate play join round the maypole in dance
(primitive rite) (wrongly).
Summoned by name I am the overseer over you.
