Тексты песен JETHRO TULL

Muscled, black with steel - green eye Swishing through the rye grass with thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie Tail balancing at half-mast. ... And The Mouse Police Never Sleeps *** lying in the cherry tr

I remember when We had a lot of things to do, Impressed by all the words we read And the heroes that we knew. Climb on your your dream, A dream of our own making To find a place that we could later lo

"Do you still see me even here?" The silver cord lies on the ground. "And so I'm dead", the young man said Over the hill, not a wish away. My friends as one all stand aligne

This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles. Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close by. Now thi

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 Isle N

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

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. Fee

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 war

Six o'clock in the morning Wake up by the bed There sits a Japanese toy And I like it See the name on the wrapping Can't read yet but I know It's meant for me (lucky boy) And I want it

aking chances, and your reputation's going down, Going out in the night time, good thing you make no sound. But you don't fool me, 'Cause I know what you feel. If you ignore the things

Taking chances, and your reputation's going down, Going out in the night time, good thing you made no sound. But you don't fool me, 'cause I know what you feel. If you ignore the things I see, someday

Small child messing down, messing down In the streets of Bombay. Cities like this have no shame, no shame: Indeed, why should they ? Out in the middle distance, several tragedies are playing. I'

Marty loveed th sound of the stolen mandolin. Somebody took it on a dare in the night-time. Ran up to the radio, calling out to the wind. Now, bring it, bring it back at least an hour before flight t

Tomorrow is the one day I would change for a Monday With freezing rains melting and no trains running And sad eyes passing in window flimsy And my seat rocking from legs not quite matching Got passpo

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 on the cliff

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... (wel

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.

Along the coast road, by the headland The early lights of winter glow I'll pour a cup to you my darling

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 w

Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, 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 j

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

Spring light in a hazy May And a man with a gun at the door Someone's crawling on te roof above - All the media here for the show I've been waiting for our friends to come Like spiders down

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

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 thi

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 litt

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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 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 b

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 Lord

In the last 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 bou

She smiles at me from beyond the Eastern sea-shore Flashing Jewelling eyes, she hoists her skirts so high Nouvelle Cuisine or an oyster bar - it's really up to her I'll write every cheque s

Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire laid by the father for the son. Good shelter down there on the valley floor, down by where the sweet stream run. Now they might give me compensation..

Old lady with a barrow; life near ending Standing by the harbour wall; warm wishes sending children on the cold sea swell - not fishers of men - gone to chase away the last herring: come empty home a

From a dead beat to an old greaser Here's thinking of you You won't remember the long nights Coffee bars; black tights and white thighs in shop windows Where blonde assistants fully-fashion

Through clear skies tracking lightly from far down the line No fanfare, just a blip on the screen No quick conclusions now - everything will be fine Short circuit glitsch and not what it seems Fyling

I'm battered and bruised. I got lines I can't use. My head won't deliver. Well, I'm sold down the river. But I'm turning again. And I'm turning again. Wearing gold-tippe

When the rats are running And the boys are gunning For heads on a tin plate - You can hear the football Softly in the back yard And the black Jack is called Face up on the last card. You'd bett

Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust An October's day, towards evening. Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the rlough Salt on a deep chest seasoning. Last of the line at an honest day�

I walked out in the city night. A burning in my yes, like it was broad daylight. And it was hot, down these in the crowd. The stars went out behind a thunder cloud. Chatter in the air, like a telegra

As the dawn sun breaks over sleepy gardens I'll be here to do all things to comfort you. And though I've been away left you alone this way why don't you come awake and let your first s

One day I walked the road and crosses a field to go by where the hounds ran hard And on the master raced behind, the hunters chased to where the pass was barred. One fine young lady's refused th

Oh father high in heaven smile down upon your son whose busy with his money games his women and his gun. And the unsung Western Hero killed an indian or three and made his name in Hollywood to set th

Blew my smoke on a sunny day When the first black powder came my way. Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold To win fair lady and take your gold. I know it hardly seems the time (I am your gun.) To talk of

Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains Remind me of Jack-A-Lynn. Lush hotels and pretty girls Won't cheer the misty mood I'm in. Silly, sad, I've never had to write this before, Oh, Jack-A-Lynn. Fun

Have you ever seen Jack-In-The-Green? - With his long tail hanging down. He quitely sits under every tree In the folds of his velvet gown. He drinks from every empty acorn cup The dew that down sweet

Spine-tinging railway sleepers Sleepy houses lying four-square and firm Orange beams devide the darkness Rumbling fit to turn the waking warm. Sliding through Victorian tunnels where green moss oozes

In the dark of the city backwoods, something stirs then slips away. Law and order in darkest Knightsbridge. Crime and punishment at play. Hey, Mr.Policeman won't you come on over. Hook me up to

There was a time when you were so young and walked in that way. They made you feel they loved you while seeming to say, "You're going wrong if that game you don't play, And at the song I sing wil

Breaking hearts in a market town. She eats fillet of sole and washes it down with sparkling wine. Nice girl, but a bad girl's better. Qualifies in both ways to my mind. But now she's kissin

The money won't last forever - Rent man called twice today I hope some day you'll find me In the Lap Of Luxury Searched for a new apartment But they drow on trees Just want to lay my head

Later, that some evening, she run. I think she run alone Later, she had early warning from a hidden fone Checked with the embassy - she might have been a million miles away Should I circulate her lik

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

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

As I did walk by Hampstead fair, I came upon Mother Goose - so I turned her loose she was screaming. And a foreign student said to me was it really true there are elephants and lions too in Piccadill

The leaded window opened to move the dancing candle flame And the first Moths of summer suicidal came And a new breese chattered in its May-bud tenderness *** Sending water-lilies sailing as she turn

The poacher and his daughter throw soft shadows on the water in the night. A thin moon slips behind them as they pull the net with no betraying light. And later on the coast road, I meet them and the

I feel so sad now that she's gone. I've been lovin' that woman too long. There's no place to go, Because my friends have all moved. Got nothing to sit in the sun. Got tired of cry

People what have you done locked him in his golden cage. Made him bend to your religion Him resurrected from the grave. He is the God of nothing if that's all that you can see. You are the God o

Ахтунг! От этой песни рвет башню! =)) ------- People -- what have you done -- locked Him in His golden cage. Made Him bend to your religion -- Him resurrected from the grave. He is the god of nothing

My Sunday feeling's Coming on, over me. My Sunday feeling's Coming on, over me. Now I bet the night is over, Gotta clear my head so I can see. 'Till I get it put together, That old fe

Keep your eyes open and prick up your ears - rehearse your loudest cry. There's folk out there who would do you harm so I'll sing you no lullaby. There's a lock on the window; there�

lack Volga followed me - Nobody's Car. Mr. No-one at the wheel of Nobody's Car. Wet pavements, thin apartments - Quiet dissent from darkened doorways. I want out alive. Speak up for me if y

Black and viscous - bound to cure blue lethargy Sugar-plum petroleum for energy Tightrope-balanced payments need a small reprieve Oh, please believe we want to be in North Sea Oil New-found wealth si

Well, you got a big-jib crane waiting to pick you up. Mmm, you see those snakes that crawl, they're just dying to trip you up. Live out in sad shacks at the back of town. Hold your breath while

Hair stands high on the cat's back like a ridge of threatening hills. Sheepdogs howl, make tracks and growl - their tails hanging low. And young children falter in their games at the altar of li

Smile your little smile *** take some tea with me awhile. Brush away that black cloud from your shoulder. Twich your whiskers. Feel that you're realy real. Another tea-time *** another day older

Orion, light your lights: come guard the open spaces from the black horizon to the pillow where I lie. Your faithful dog shines brighter than its lord and master, Your jewelled sword twinkles as the

Glued to the kerbstone, staring. Frozen at the stop-sign too. See that crazy suicide mongrel. He's going to try to cross that avenue. Old dog of experience, Ripping through the black and yellow

They said protect and you'll survive - ( but our postman didn't call ) 8 lbs. of over pressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall They said protect and you'll survive E.M.P. took out

In the half-tone light of a young morning She sighs and shifts on the pillow And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly To kiss the Pussy Willow. In her fairy-tale world she's a lost so

The wind is on the river and the tide has turned too late, So we're sailing for another shore where some other ladies wait To throw us silken whispers: catch us by the anchor chains - But we all laugh

Cut along the dotted line - slip in and seal the flap Postal competition crazy Though you wear the dunce's cap Win a fortnight in Ibiza - line-up for the big hand-out You'll never know unle

Tune into messages from the Eastern avenue Lock on to the ether - squeeze the signal through and through War of the air-waves making scare-waves. I'm getting pictures from my radio. Moscow Radio

Over high plains, through the snow... roll those tracks out, don't you know I'm raising steam. Thin vein creeping, hot blood flow... spill a little where the new towns grow. I got my whole

Rare and precious chain - Do I have to tell you, tell you once again ? Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. Rare and precious chain - Binds me to your soul round gently pulsing

Well, I saw a bird today --- flying from a bush and the Wind blew it away. And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly At play --- velvet veined. I saw it burn. With a wintry storm-blown sigh

Now is the solstice of the year. Winter is the glad song that you hear. Seven maids move in seven time. Have the lads up ready in line. Chorus Ring out those bells Ring out, ring Solstice Bells. Rin

Savage night on a misty island. Lights wink out in the canyon walls. Two old boys in a stolen racer. Black rubber contrails in the unwashed halls. And all roads out of here seem to lead right back to

There's a black cat down on the quayside. Ship's lights, green eyes glowing in the dark. Two young cops handing out a beating: know how to hurt and leave no mark. Down in the half-lit bar o

Roll yer own. Don't mean you got no money. Only that you got no opportunity to shake it with that friend of mine. Roll yer own if you can't buy readymade; if you won't be satisfied whe

Words get written. Words get twisted. Old meanings move in the drift of time. Lift the flickering torches. See gentle shadows change The features of the faces cut in unmoving stone. Bad mouth on a pr

I chase your every footstep and I follow every whim. When you call the tune I'm ready to strike up the battle hymn. My lady of the meadows *** My comber of the beach *** You've through the

In and out of shady places - walking on cold corners of the mare Following the trace you leave unwittingly I wanna be no saboteur Oh no, me no Saboteur Painted ducks across your landscape - happy in

She said she was a dancer. If I believed it, it was my business. She surely knew a thing or two about control. Next to the bar we hit the samovar. She almost slipped right through my fingers. It was

Salamander - born in the sun - kissed flame Who was it lit your candle - branded you with your name ? I see you walking by my window in your Kensington haze

Take you away for my magic ship I have two hundred deisel horses thundering loud Sea birds call your name and the mountains on fire As the summer lightning cuts the sky like a hot wire And you ride o

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Her love is like a candle: you light it up at night. Her heart is like a pack of cards: one chance to guess it right. Sometimes I do. She's got a tongue like a viper but she can whisper like a

Well the lush separation enfolds you and the products of wealth push you along on the bow wave of the spiritless undying selves. And you press on God's waiter your last dime as he hands you the

n the morning gonna get my things together. Packing up and leaving this place. I don't believe your crying, There'll be a smile upon your face. I didn't think how much you hurt me. Th

he wore a black tiara rare gems upon her fingers and she came from distant waters where Northern Lights explode to celebrate the dawning of the new wastes of winter gathering royal momentum, on the i

Let me bring you songs from the wood: To make you feel much better than you could know - ust you down from tip to toe - Show you how the garden grows - Hold you steady as you go - Join the chorus if

You want to be a bookworm? You wanna be aloof? You wanna sit in judgement, looking down from the roof? Try a wee sensation; but first you have to want to join in. You should be, should be raging down

As the moon slips up, and the sun sets down, I'm a highrise jockey, and I'm heaven bound. Do the workboot shuffle, loose brains from brawn. I'm a monkey puzzle and the lid is on. Can

It's a lonely life I life and I life this life to go and if I leave you with one thing it's just that I want you to know I'll still be loving you tonight. I left flowers on your table,

You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream. Can't hear your daddy's warning cry. You're going back to be all the things you want to be While in sweet dreams you softly sigh. You'll hear my voice is ca

Shake a led; it's a big ruch, can't find a taxi, can't find a bus Bodies jammed in the Underground Evacuating London town Nowhere to put your feet as the big store shoppers Red lights

Got a hair shirt round my shoulder. Got a cold stew in my spoon. And I'm falling on my head, lifting feet on lead - Now it's got me baying at the moon. Well, there's a race on for tomo

As I wake up in a room somewhere... dawn light not yet showing. There's just a thin horizon between me and her... the edge of a half-dream glowing. Well, you know, I felt her in my dream last n

oney spraks. Soft hearts lose. The truth only whispers. It's the whaler's dues. I've been running borrowed time, if truth's to be told. Two whales in the ocean, cruising the nigh

Money speaks. Soft hearts lose. The truth only whispers. It's the whaler's dues. I've been running on diesel. Been running on coal. Running on borrowed time, if truth's to be told. Two whales in the o

All of you sit up in bed. Don't think in straight lines ahead. Can't sleep? Head spin? Don't think in circles, it'll do you in. Think back to the dream you had; no sense of being

She peeled from a stretch black snake Which slipped up to the hotel door. Darting looks from piercing eyes - The stir of memory and then no more. Well, you know how I have to believe - She can almost

Winds howled. Rains spit down. All these nights playing precious games. Cheap hotel in some seaboard town closed down for the winter and whispered names. Puppy-dog waves on a big moon sea snap our he

The old rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light. deaths head belt buckle --- yesterdays dreams --- the transport c Roph

I'll see you at the Weighing-In, when your life's sum-total's made. Oy! [Instrumental] I'll see you at the Weighing-In, when your life's sum-total's made: And you set your wealth in goodly deeds again

Keep it quiet - ( go slow ) Circulate. Need to know Stamp the date upon your file Masquerade, but well worth while Wrapped in the warmth of you Wrapped up in your smile Wrapped in the folds of your

Lyrics the same as 'Under Wraps'

Working on the late shift - first drink of the day. Pull a cnair up to the table, have to look the other way. What kind of place am I in ? And who's this over here ? Shaking through the silver b

See black, see yellow with little notebooks drawn See grey stripes bowling down the street Silver streaks and T-shirts so precisely torn Strange foreign chaps in white bed sheets - Uniform See golde

Take you to the cinema and leave you in a Wimpy Bar you tell me that we've gone to far come running up to me. Make the scene at Cousin Jack's leave him put the bottles back mends his glasse

Wake hard in the morning. See the young girl milking. Stream rushing by on a bed of stone. Old goats and sandstone cracking - All-containing - Squeezing that river like it squeeze your bones. It the

Walking on Velvet Green - Scots Pine growing. Isn't it rare to be taking the air, shinning - Walking on Velvet Green. Walking on Velvet Green Distant cows lowing. NNever a care: with you legs i

I sit by the cutting on the Beaconsfield line He's watching me watching the trains go by And they move so fast - Boy, they really fly He's still watching me watching you watching the trains

Whenever I get to feel this way, Try to find new words to say, I think about the bad old days We used to know. Nights of winter turn me cold -- Fears of dying, getting old. We ran th

Good morning Weathercock: How did you fare last night Did the cold wind bite you, did you face up to the fright When the leaves spin from October and whip around your tail Did you shake from the blast

She drifted from some minor festival. Didn't look like any summer of love: just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy field. She was the hand to fit my glove. Funny thing, the innocence of the

ond'ring aloud how wew feel today. Last night sipped the sunset my hands in her hair. We are out own saviours as we start both our hearts beating life into each other. Wond'ring aloud will

Wond'ring aloud - how we feel today. Last night sipped the sunset - my hands in her hair. We are our own saviours as we start both our hearts beating life into each other. Wond'ring aloud - will the

When I was a young man ( as all good tales begin ) I was taught to hold out my hand And for my pay I worked an honest day And took what pittance I could win Now I'm a working John and I'm a

A walk on the quiet side, late in the day - Don't mean to get in anybody's way. The Gods seem willing: sun's in the sky. Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly. There was a time wh