Тексты песен «Jethro Tull»

Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout! I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink. So you ride...

I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways. My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed. So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man -- twenty...

Really don't mind if you sit this one out My words but a whisper, your deafness a shout I may make you feel but I can't make you think Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink So you ride yourselves over the...

Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink. So you ride yourselves over...

LATER. See there! A man born and we pronounce him fit for peace. There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease. We'll take the child from him put it to the test teach it to be a wise man how...

Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink. So you ride yourselves over...

Really don't mind if you sit this one out. I may make you feel but I can't make you think. So you ride yourselves over the fields and you make all your animal deals and your wise men don't know how it feels to be...

All of you sit up in bed. Don't think in straight lines ahead. Can't sleep? Head spin? Don't think in circles, it'll do you in. Think back to the dream you had; no sense of being good or bad. Jump to the left, jump...

She peeled from a stretch black snake which slipped up to the hotel door. Darting looks from piercing eyes -- The stir of memory and then no more. Well, you know how I have to believe -- She can almost remember my name...

Winds howled. Rains spit down. All these nights playing precious games. Cheap hotel in some seaboard town closed down for the winter and whispered names. Puppy-dog waves on a big moon sea snap our heels half-heartedly...

I've been about dizzy now, to be sad as a man will be. I've been about dizzy now, to be sad as a man will be. Don't miss my point of view, without lookin'you won't see. You 'bout to believe it now: you can be happy...

Flying so high, trying to remember, "How many cigarettes did I bring along?" When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab Driving through London town to cry you a song. It's been a long time, still shaking my wings. Well,...

I walk along the strand To catch the late ride home. Shuttle through the evening gloom Knowing I forgot to phone. The back door's open. There's a chill blowing in. Take your warm hands off me. Let the night begin. Shush...

Too many drivers in too many cars. Too many lost souls drinking in too many bars. Too many heroes stepping on too many toes. Too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no. Too many lives each cat can't lose. We've...

The old Rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light. Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams --- the transport caf' prophet of doom...

The old rocker wore his hair too long Wore his trouser cuffs too tight Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light Death's head belts buckle, yesterday's dreams The transport caf' prophet of doom Ringing no change...

The old Rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light. Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams --- the transport caf' prophet of doom...

Here I am at the end of the day With a cup of cold coffee From the station buffet. On trains, on trains I seem To spend my life on trains. See the blue suit banker in the ticket line. Got an evening standard with...

Stopped off on a long drive. Down from the high country. Spent a long time sitting here, Long time counting hot miles. Ohh, oh I'd like a cup of black coffee and a piece of sweet cake. But the girl in the print dress...

Short Arctic desert day -- and someone left their snow-shoes in the Tundra. Look around every which way but I can't see just where the footprints go. Is it a casual disappearance? -- plucked from the middle...