Тексты песен «Jethro Tull»

The master playwright Urges you to play right/play wrong; Life is long and every night's the first night. The wardrobe mistress Urges you to dress left/dress right; What a mess when your underpants are too tight...

I'll see you at the weighing in, When your life some total's made. And you'll set your wealth in Godly deeds Against the sins you've laid. So you place your final burden On your heart-rest next of kin, Send the chamber...

When you're fallen awake and you take stock of the new day And you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say. Well don't you fret, don't you fear, I will give you good cheer. Life's a long song. Life's...

When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day, And you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say, Well, don't you fret, don't you fear, I will give you good cheer. Life's a long song...

Last light's out They're all abed And something's in my room Creeping down towards me on the wall Daddy said it's just some flickering headlight through the gloom Making shapes through trees outside the hall But what...

Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants. I'd rather do a Vindaloo: take away is what I want. I was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned a treat when I saw her framed in the kitchen door. She looked good...

Happy, and I'm smiling, walk a mile to drink your water. You know I'd love to love you, and above you there's no other We'll go walking out while others shout of war's disaster. Oh, be forgiving, let's go living in the...

The bomb's in the china, the fat's in the fire, There's no turkey left on the table. The commuters return on the six-o'clock flier. There's no bale of hay for the stable. Well the light it is failing along the green...

In the Shuffling madess of the locomotive breath, runs the all time loser, headlong to his death. He feels the piston scraping steam breaking on his brow old Charlie stole the handle and the train won't stop...

The tiny ant leaves his tiny ant drops in the sand, And makes his home inside a rusty watering can, Occasionally going out to look for bread and jam. He runs into a sparrow who hasn't eaten for a week, And later, quite...

Took a sad song of one sweet evening. I smiled and quickly turned away. It's not easy singing sad songs, But still the easiest way I have to say. So when you look into the sun, And see the things we haven't done. Or...

As I drove down the road to look for eden Saw two young girls but left them standing there. They were too late to get home on the underground And probably too drunk, too drunk to care. Can anyone tell me the way to...

I get lost in crowds: if I can, I remain invisible to the hungry mouths. I stay unapproachable. I wear the landscape of the urban chameleon. Scarred by attention. And quietly addicted to innocence. So, who am I? Come...

Going back in the morning time to see if my love has changed her mind, yeah. Going back in the morning time to see if my love has changed her mind, yeah. I know what I will find: That she is wasting time. She could be...

Going back in the morning time to see If my love has changed her mind, yeah Going back in the morning time to see If my love has changed her mind, yeah I know what I will find That she is wasting time She could be...

Somewhere in a town in england Lay a babe with a curious smile. He was of your father's children. Born each side of a dry-stone mile. He grew up through the schools and factories, Brunel's tunnels and bridges bold...

One day he'll walk from out of this place. You'll see a quiet determination on his face. He'll toe no lines. Suffer no fools. But he'll raise three cheers to the losing team from the other school. A little dedication...

What would you like for Christmas? A new polarity? You're binary and desperate To deal in high figures that lick us With a hotter flame. Look - each and every one the same. In March the mad scientist Brings a new...

From the working nights the village round the old church becomes scary town. [All curtains?], windows and bolted doors, but never a eye to see. As us fairy folks [???] the hill, never caught us and never will, Pulling...

The Minstrel in the Gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes - observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. He brewed a song of love and hatred - oblique suggestions - and he waited. He...