JETHRO TULL
01-AQUALUNG – Do M
Jethro Tull
Sitting on a park bench
eyeing 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 duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
taking time
the only way he knows.
leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog end
goes down to a bog to
warm his feet.
Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation a la mode
And a cup of tea.
aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod
you see it's only me.
Do you still remember
december's foggy freeze
when the ice that clings on to your beard
Is screaming agony.
and you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
taking time
the only way he knows.
leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog end
goes down to a bog to
warm his feet.
02-BUNGLE IN THE JUNGLE – Si m
Jethro Tull
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 wait in the shadows
they're fast but they're lazy,
and sleep in green meadows.
Let's bungle in the jungle
well, that's all right by me.
I'm a tiger when I want love,
but I'm a snake if we disagree.
Just say a word
and the boys will be right there:
with claws at your back
to send a chill through the night air.
Is it so frightening to have
Thunder and lightning
couldn't be bolder.
I'll write on your tombstone,
``I thank you for dinner.''
This game that we animals
play is a winner.
Let's bungle in the jungle
well, that's all right by me.
I'm a tiger when I want love,
but I'm a snake if we disagree.
The rivers are full
of crocodile nasties
and He who made kittens
put snakes in the grass.
He's a lover of life but
a player of pawns
yes, the King on His sunset
lies waiting for dawn
to light up His Jungle
as play is resumed.
The monkeys seem willing
03-CROSS EYED MARY – Mi m
Jethro Tull
Who would be a poor man,
a beggarman, a thief
If he had a rich man
in his hand.
And 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.
She signs no contract
But she always plays the game.
Dines in Hampstead village
On expense accounted gruel,
And the jack-knife barber
drops her off at school.
Laughing in the playground
gets no kicks from little boys:
Would rather make it with
a letching grey.
Or maybe her attention
is drawn by Aqualung,
Who watches through the railings
as they play.
Cross-eyed Mary
finds it hard to get along.
She's a poor man's rich girl
And she'll do it for a song.
She's a rich man stealer
But her favour's good and strong:
She's the Robin Hood of Highgate
Helps the poor man get along.
04-SONGS FROM THE WOOD - C1 Si m
Jethro Tull
Let me bring you songs from the wood:
to make you feel much better than you could know.
dust you down from tip to toe.
show you how the garden grows.
hold you steady as you go.
join the chorus if you can:
it'll make of you an honest man.
let me bring you love from the field:
poppies red and roses filled with summer rain.
to heal the wound and still the pain,
that threatens again and again,
as you drag down every lover's lane.
life's long celebration's here.
i'll toast you all in penny cheer.
let me bring you all things refined:
galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale.
greetings well met fellow, hail!
i am the wind to fill your sail.
i am the cross to take your nail:
a singer of these ageless times,
with kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.
songs from the wood make you feel much better.
Once i'd used to join
in every boy and girl was my friend.
Now there's revolution
but they don't know what they're fighting.
Let us close out eyes.
outside their lives go on much faster
Oh, be forgiving,
we'll keep living in the past.
Oh, be forgiving,
let's go living in the past.
Oh, no, no, be forgiving,
07-SONG FOR JEFFREY – Sol m
Jethro Tull
Gonna lose my way tomorrow,
gonna give away my car.
I'd take you along with me,
but you would not go so far.
Don't see what I do not want to see,
you don't hear what I don't say.
Won't be what I don't want to be,
I continue in my way.
Don't see, see,
see where I'm goin',
Don't see, see,
see where I'm goin',
Don't see, see,
see where I'm goin' to,
I don't want to.
Everyday I see the mornin'
come on in the same old way.
I tell myself tomorrow
brings me things I would not dream today
08-LOCOMOTIVE BREATH – Mi m
Jethro Tull
In the shuffling madness
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 it won't stop going
no way to slow down.
he sees his children jumping off
at the stations - one by one.
his woman and his best friend
in bed and having fun.
he's crawling down the corridor
on his hands and knees
old charlie stole the handle
and the train it won't stop going
no way to slow down.
Instrumental break
he hears the silence howling
catches angels as they fall.
and the all-time winner
has got him by the balls.
he picks up gideon’s bible
open at page one
god he stole the handle and
the train won't stop going -
no way to slow down
09-THICK AS A BRICK – Fa M
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 yourselves over the fields
and you make all your animal deals
and your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.
and the sand-castle virtues
are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
the elastic retreat
rings the close of play
as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
but your new shoes are worn at the heels
and your suntan does rapidly peel
and your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.
and the love that i feel
is so far away:
i'm a bad dream that i just
had today
and you shake your head
and say it's a shame.
spin me back down the years
and the days of my youth.
draw the lace and black curtains
and shut out the whole truth.
spin me down the long ages:
let them sing the song.
See there!a son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
Well Make a man of him
Put him to trade
Teach him To play monopoly and To sing in the rain.
10-TOO OLD TO ROCK’N ROLL – Do M
Jethro Tull
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 drea
the transport caf' prophet of doom.
ringing no change in his
double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.
Now he's too old
to rock'n'roll
but he's too young to die. (2X)
He once owned a Harley
Davidson and a
Triumph Bonneville.
counted his friends in
burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
but he's the last of the blue blood
greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids
up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
and some of them own
little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
for drinks on a sunday
work on monday.
they've thrown away their blue suede shoes.
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So the old rocker
gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
up on the a1
by scotch corner
just like it used to be.
and as he flies
tears in his eyes
his wind-whipped words
echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around
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