Тексты песен «Jethro Tull»

Dirty white caravans down our road, sailing. Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake. With hot, red-faced drivers, horns flattened, fists whaling, Putting trust in blind corners as they overtake. And it's ``All come...

I see a dark sail on the horizon Set under a dark cloud that hides the sun Bring me my Broadsword and clear understanding Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman Get up to the roundhouse of the cliff-top standing Take...

I think she was a middle-distance runner... (the translation wasn't clear.) Could be a budding stately hero. International competition in a year. She was a good enough reason for a party... (well, you couldn't keep up...

Walking through forests of palm tree apartments - Scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents Down by the waterhole - drunk every Friday - Eating their nuts - saving their raisins for Sunday. Lions and Tigers who...

[Introduction:] Please, let's have a big welcome for Jethro Tull. Whoop! Hello. Hang on, press on. Be back with you in a minute. I'd better not open this now because it might contain contraband. We'll give it to...

I sit in judgement on the market square. I have my favourite table and I have my chair. Natives are friendly and the sun flies high. All kinds of crazy waiters ? they go drifting by. Come, sit with me and take decaf...

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On Preston platform do your soft shoe shuffle dance. Brush away the cigarette ash that's fallen down your pants. And you sadly wonder does the nurse treat your old man the way she should. She made you tea: asked...

Along the coast road, by the headland The early lights of winter glow I'll pour a cup to you my darling Raise it up - say...

Once in a royal David's city Stood a lonely cattle shed Where a mother held her baby. You'd do well to remember the things he later said. When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties You'll just laugh when...

Pick up my wings and fly Into a constable sky. Look down on the world and try To make you out on the distant ground. Lonely toy in a lost toy-town. Suspended in spiral sounds--- Sounds of circular breathing. I'm a kite...

We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits dliding Cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind hard-weather hoods-a-hiding Meeting as the tall ships do, passing in the channel Afraid to chance a gentle touch -...

And ride with us young bonny lass - with the angels of the night. Crack wind clatter - flesh rein bite on an out-size unicorn. Rough-shod winging sky blue flight on a Cold Wind to Valhalla. And join with us please -...

All right and honorable gentlemen And lady, too Will kindly try to restrain themselves In derring-do As verbal hard graffiti flies And echoes wall to wall Our precious model of democracy It's the House of Commons brawl...

Away out in Egypt in the valley of kings Where the mummified pharaohs Pretend dead in their sleep Don't touch, never ever steal Unless you're in for the kill Or you'll be hit by the curse of the pharaohs Yes, you'll be...

Grey the mist, cold the dawn, Cruel the sea and stern the shore. Brave the man who sets his course For Albion. Sweet the rose, sharp the thorn, Meek the soil, and proud the corn. Blessed the lamb that would be born...

And here slip I --- dragging one foot in the gutter --- in the midnight echo of the shop that sells cheap radios. And there sits she --- no bed, no bread, no butter --- on a double yellow line --- where she can park...

Just a little touch of make-up; just a little touch of bull; just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul; you can wear a gold Piaget on your Semaphore wrist; you can dance the old adage with a dapper new...

Tear it down in double quick time To get the eighth truck shifted 'bout midnight The locker rooms are empty but the (Strobo Tickers?) (strobe boats?) still spin with their pitching lights And someone with a yellow pass...

Critic of the black and white It's your first night. The Passion Play gets in the way, Spoils your insight. Tell me how the baby's made, How the lady's laid, Why the old dogs howl with sadness. The blue thing in the...