Тексты песен «Jethro Tull»

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...

A week of moments ? a clutch of days ? Ten thousand minutes of a Passion Play. Medley of quavers informs the tune. It's all too much: over all too soon. Sweet condensation on chilling wine Traveler's palm, flamboyant...

I'll make love to you in all good places under black mountains in open spaces. By deep brown rivers that slither darkly through far marches where the blue hare races. Come with me to the Winged...

Flying, made of sticks and paper. (Aeroplane.) Dying, is the wind not climbing? (My aeroplane.) Blowing, and going somewhere high; In the evening tumblin' down, But it's surely been up there. Crying, want to...

Nobody sees her here. Her eyes are slowly closing. If she should want some peace, she sits there without moving, And puts a pillow over the phone. And if she feels like dancing no one will know it. Giving herself a...

We saw the heavens break and all the world go down to sleep and rocks on mossy banks drip acid rain from craggy steeps Saw fiery angels kiss the dawn Wish you goodbye till further on Will you still be there further on?...

Hope everybody's ringing on their own bell, this fine morning. Hope everyone's connected to that long distance phone. Old man, he's a mountain. Old man, he's an island. Old man he's a walking says "I'm going to call,...

Wet wind on the sidewalk: I'm staring at the rain. Walking up the street, yeah, and walking down again. And my feet are tired and my brain is numb. See that broken neon sign saying, hey, in you come. Got the scent of...

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...

Sitting on a park bench eyeing 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...

The middle lane has trapped my car in red-light claustrophobia. I slip the shackles, cut the rope-- stand naked with a telescope as the cat walks alone under a big sky. Against the dark so thin and white-- gonna be...

So why are you holding my hand tonight? I'm not intending to go far away. I'm just slipping through to the back room -- I'll leave you messages almost every day. And who was I to last forever? I didn't promise to stay...

The actor's milling helplessly, The script is blowing out to sea, But what the hell, we didn't even pass an audition. The lines you'll have to improvise, The words are written in the eyes Of politicians who despise...

In the hands of science -- the complete appliance. We're moved to motor. We're moved to motor. Do you fly a Spitfire? Do you slide on a tea-tray? Or walk on a short trip (Sundays). Or drive come what may (enjoy)...

Stormy-eyed on the edge of dawn... nose pressed against the triple glaze. Floor to ceiling, wall to wall, silent traffic streams both ways. Along the fussy freeway drivers dream of Sunday barbecues. Of a sudden, seems I...

My telephone wakes me in the morning. Have to get up to answer the call, So I think I'll go back to the family Where no one can ring me at all. Living this life has its problems, So I think that I'll give it a break...

In and out of the front door, ran twelve back-door angels. Their hair was a golden-brown - they didn't see me wink my eye. 'Tis said they put we men to sleep with just a whisper, And touch the heads of dying dogs - and...

Yes'n she's bad-eyed and loveless A young man's fancy and an old man's dream I'm self-raising and I flower in her company Give me no sugar without her cream She's a warm fart at Cristmas She's a breath of Champagne on...

Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel. Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel. In the underpass, the blind man stands. With cold flute hands. Symphony match-seller, breath out of time. You can call me on another line...

Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel. Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel. In the underpass, the blind man stands. With cold flute hands. Symphony match-seller, breath out of time - You can call me on another line...