Тексты песен «Jethro Tull»

Muscled, black with steel-green eye Swishing through the rye grass with thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie Tail balancing at half-mast. ....And the Mouse Police Never Sleeps lying in the cherry tree. Savage bed...

Muscled, black with steel-green eye swishing through the rye grass with thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie. Tail balancing at half-mast. ...And the mouse police never sleeps --- lying in the cherry tree. Savage bed...

I remember when we had a lot of things to do Impressed by the word we read, and the heroes that we knew. [???], a dream of our own making, could late lose to whatever time would bring. We were seventeen, and the [???]...

Met a man just the other day-- said his name was Jim. Boy, won't you take a look! Got a car for you-- it's a real steal. Cleaned it right down-- new brakes, clutch and here's the hook Yes, it's a 4.W.D. (low ratio)...

I see you better now, shaded in deeper blue Hardly needing to carry the find-your-way-lamp Down to the river And tonight flies a better moon Sad water buffalo lie fast near the shallows A splash revealing the fly...

Once in Royal David's City stood a lowly cattle shed, where a mother laid her baby. You'd do well to remember the things He later said. When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties, you'll laugh when I tell...

I count the hours: you count the days. Together, we count the minutes in this passion play. Walk dusty miles. and I ride that train On a first class ticket, just to be with you again. Picking up tired feet. back from a...

My hand of thumbs is shaking I am so glad to meet you All tongue-tied and twisted My lips stuck like glue More than a lifetime to say, ?How are you?? More than an ocean to cross becalmed. Less than a second to sink in...

My first and last time with you And we had some fun. Went walking through the trees, yes, And 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...

"Do you still see me even here?" The silver cord lies on the ground. "And so I'm dead", the young man said Over the hill, not a wish away. My friends as one all stand aligned Although their taxis...

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...

Flee the icy Lucifer. Oh he's an awful fellow! What a mistake! I didn't take a feather from his pillow. Here's the everlasting rub: neither am I good nor bad. I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I...

Cold is my touch (freezing). 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...

[Lifebeats (Instrumental)] [Prelude (Instrumental)] [The Silver Cord] "Do you still see me even here?" (The silver cord lies on the ground.) "And so I'm dead", the young man said over the hill (not a wish away). My...

[The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles] [Words by Jeffrey Hammond] [Spoken:] This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles. Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a fence one...

A raft of penguins on a frozen sea. Expectant faces look down on me. Shuffle uneasy. The whistler plays. Counting eleven, they begin to pray. Tenuous but clinging, the missing link Joins us, closer than we might think...

A small cigar can change the world I know, I've done it frequently at parties Where I've won all the guests' attention With my generosity and suave gentlemanly bearing A little flat tin case is all you need...

Gotta go away tomorrow. Gotta get away, my god. I'd take you along with me, But I could not go so far. Don't see what I do not want to see. Don't hear what I don't think. Won't be what I don't want to be. Continue in...

I work in dark factories, A cog in a big wheel, Driving grey satanic mills And weaving sad stories. And faceless masters, Oh, they pay me plenty: Crumbs from their luncheon bags Harsh wine from bottles of empties...

Once it seemed there would always be a time for everything. Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been. I'd been missing what time could bring. Fifty years and I'm filled with tears and joys I never cried. Burn...