Тексты песен «Jethro Tull»

Who would be a poor man a beggerman, a thief if he had a rich man in his hand. Who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if he could take it from the money man. Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again...

Spring light in a hazy May and a man with a gun at the door Someone's crawling on the roof above-- all the media here for the show I've been waiting for our friends to come Like spiders down ropes to free-fall A...

Walking on air, shoulder and head above you. Down in the street, black canyons walking through Hooded sad eyes, fetched on your shuffle shoes. Life is a clue in the crossword. Typewriter turk, telephone terror takes...

May I make my fond excuses for the late-ness of the hour; But we accept your invitation, and would bring you Beltane's flower. For the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track. And those who ancient...

Desert candle in a tented space throwing softer shadows on a covered face. Sister, silent to the likes of me -- Pay my respects to her propriety. Is this some crazy woman here, dancing behind her thin black veil? Am I...

Darlings are you ready for the long winter's fall ? said the lady in her parlour said the butler in the hall. Is there time for another ? said the drunkard in his sleep. Not likely said the little...

[Introduction:] She's really turned on by the television, and vice versa. Here's a song called, [???]. Yes, right. Rearranged though, nevertheless. A new lease on life. In other words, it's just a bit louder...

She's really turned on by the television and vice versa Here's a song called, and it still can be described Yes, right, rearranged though nevertheless A new lease on life, in other words, it's just a bit louder "Dharma...

The lights are down in germany And germany is closed to me Different somehow this time. The airport's stiff, cold corridors Ring empty beats through hollow feet That I find to be mine. Different germany. History...

I've been treated for mild depression and I've been treated for growing pains. I've been treated for hallucinations; now I can see it all coming again. Well, you can wind me up. Yeah, you can slow me down. You can dig...

You ever had a day like I had today, when things are stacked up bad? You look around and every face you see seems guaranteed to send you mad. And you peer into those hallowed institutions. And they bark at you from...

It's a wide world out there so much wider than imagined I can't quite put my finger on the pulse Of your heart softly beating just beneath the raw silk sheen That reflects the tints of autumn from the hills So punch my...

I am your neighbor. I seem most respectable, But underneath I'm an iniquitous toad. So many dreadful mishaps have befallen you Down at the end of your road. And I live down the end of your road. I'm working on ways to...

I've one foot in the graveyard, And the other on the bus And the passengers who trample Each other in the rush. And the chicken-hearted longhair Is throwing up his fill To see the kindly doctor Who has the super-kill...

Your mother she protected you And softened every blow And brought you up to fear the worst To be careful as you go And the learned educators With drip-feed (thrifty?) facts to fill You up to here with reason...

Will they ever stop driving me? Have they ever taken time to see That I need some rest if I'm to do my best? Can I please stop working so hard? They just tell me, "Gotta [push 'em hard?]." Got to think of my health...

Clear light on a slick palm as 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...

In the late hours of a sunset rendezvous -- chill breeze against tide, that carries me from you. Got a job in a southern city -- got some lead-free in my tank. Now I must whisper goodbye -- I'm bound for the mainland...

As one, wet merchants turn their eyes towards the west Trade winds falter as if in dire consequence Freezing fish to fry fail to materialize Christ-child, blood-warm current sends to touch the skies El nino Bathing in...

As one, wet merchants turn their eyes towards the west. Trade winds falter as if in dire consequence. Freezing fish to fry, fail to materialise. Christ-child, blood-warm current sends to touch the skies. El nino...