Artist: Jethro Tull Album: 20 Years Of Jethro Tull: A Specially-Compiled 21 Track Collection {1988}

Ah, it's really nice to be able to tell you
That a lot of fans here in Britain are really going for this kind of music
Now, this is Jethro Tull one more time - Ian Anderson there on flute
You know this group could be the biggest attraction since the Stones
Now this is the T-Bone Walker blues


I said, they call it stormy Monday
I said, Tuesday's just as bad as Monday
I said, they call it stormy Monday
Tuesday�s just as bad
Wednesday's full of sorrow
I said, that Thursday's oh, so, it's oh, so sad, it's oh, so sad

I said, lord, lord, why don't you have mercy
You gotta have mercy on me, alright
Cos I'm trying to find my woman
Won't you bring her on home to me
I said, they call it stormy Monday


Yeah, all together too much - Jethro Tull - remember that name friends

Going back in the morning, time to see if my love has come around, yeah
Going back in the morning, time to see if my love has come around, yeah
I know what I will find, that she is wasting time
She could be picking roses

Going back in the morning, time to see if my love has seen the light, yeah
Going back in the morning, time to see if my love has seen the light, yeah
Oh, I told her last night she should improve her sight
She could be painting the roof

Going back in the morning, time to see if my love has come around, yeah
Going back in the morning, time to see if my love has come around, yeah
She'd offered me no sound, her head is in the ground
She could be calling for winter

My first and last time with you and we had some fun
Went walking through the trees , yeah, and I kissed you once
I had to leave today just when I thought I'd found you
It was a new day yesterday, but it's an old day now

Spent a long time looking for a game to play
My luck should be so bad now to turn out this way
I want to see you soon, but I wonder how
It was a new day yesterday, but it's an old day now

Spent a long time looking for a game to play
My luck should be so bad now to turn out this way
I want to see you soon, but I wonder how
It was a new day yesterday, it was a new day yesterday
It was a new day yesterday, but it's an old day now

I once met a girl with the life in her hands
And we lay together on the summerday sands
I gave her my raincoat and told her, "Lady, be good."
And we made truth together where no one else would
I smiled through her fingers and ran the dust through her hands
The hour-glass of reason on the summerday sands

We sat as the sea caught fire
Awaited as the flames grew higher
In her eyes, in her eyes
We watched the eagle born
Wings clipped, tail feathers shorn
But we saw him rise we saw him rise
Over summerday sands

Came the ten o'clock curfew, she said, "I must start my car
I'm staying with someone I met last night in a bar."
I called from my wave top, "At least tell me your name."
She smiled from her wheelspin and said, "It's all the same."
I thought for a minute, jumped back on dry land
Left one set of footprints on the summerday sands

I once met a girl with the life in her hands
And we lied together on the summerday sands
On the summerday sands, on the summerday sands
On the summerday sands, on the summerday sands

What would you like for Christmas - a new polarity
You're binary and desperate to deal in high figures 
That lick us with their hotter flame
Lick each and everyone the same
And March, the mad scientist rings a new change
In ever-dancing colors

He rings it here and he rings it, but no one stops to see
The change of fate and the fate of change
That slips into his pocket, so he locks it all away from view
And shares not what he thought you knew
And April is summer-bound and February's blue
And no one stops to see the colors

Lend me your ear while I call you a fool
You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood
And later insisted your feelings were true
The witch's promise was coming
Believing, he listened, while laughing you flew

Leaves falling red, yellow, brown - all are the same
And the love you have found lay outside in the rain
Washed clean by the water, but nursing its pain
The witch's promise was coming
And you're looking elsewhere for your own selfish gain

Keep looking, keep looking for somewhere to be
Well, you're wasting your time, they're not stupid like he is
Meanwhile leaves are still falling, you're too blind to see

You won't find it easy, now, it's only fair
He was willing to give to you, you didn't care
You're waiting for more but you've already had your share
The witch's promise is turning
So, don't you wait up for him, he's going to be late

This is an oldie that we utterly loathed for fifteen long years
But it's now resurrected, in a slightly more tricky form, to make it a little more fun to play
It's called Living In The Past
One, two, three, four, five


Happy and I'm smiling, walk a mile to drink your water
You know I love to love you and above you there's no other
We'll go walking out while others shout of war's disaster
Oh, we won't give in, let's go living in the past

Hey, sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot running down his nose, yeah
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes - hey, Aqualung
He's drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run - hey, Aqualung
He's feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck - hey, Aqualung

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
Well, he goes down to the bog and warms his feet
Feeling alone, the army's up the road
Salvation � la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung, my friend, don't start away uneasy
Oh, you poor old sod, oh, you see, it's only me

Hey, do you still remember December's foggy freeze
When the ice that clings on to your beard was 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
Well, he goes down to the bog and warms his feet, whoa-o-o, whoa-o-o
Feeling alone, the army's up on the road
Salvation � la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung, my friend, don't start away uneasy
Oh, you poor old sod, you see, it's only me, whoa-o-o, whoa-o-o

Aqualung, my friend, don't start away uneasy
Oh, you poor old sod, oh, you see, it's only me
Ah, you know it�s only me, hey

Hey, sitting on the park bench
Eyeing the little girls with bad intent
Snot running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes - hey, Aqualung
He�s drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run - hey, Aqualung
And feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck - hey, Aqualung

Whoa-o-o, Aqualung

In the shuffling madness of the locomotive breath
Runs the all-time loser headlong to his death
Well, he feels the piston scraping, steam breaking on his brow
Old Charlie, he stole the handle and the train, it won�t stop going
No way to slow down, hey, whoa-o-o

He sees his children jumping off the stations one by one
His woman and his best friend, in bed and having fun
Well, he�s crawling down the corridor on his hands and knees, yeah
Old Charlie stole the handle and the train, it won�t stop going
No way to slow down, hey, whoa-o-o

He hears the silence howling, well, he catches angels as they fall
And the all-time winner has got him by the balls
Well, he picks up Gideon's Bible, yes, it�s open at page one
I think that God, He stole the handle and the train, it won�t stop going
No way to slow down, hey, whoa-o-o
No way to slow down, no way to slow down, no way to slow down
No way to slow down, no way to slow down, no way to slow down

I�ll see you at the weighing-in when you�re life�s sum-total�s made
And you set your wealth in godly deeds against the sins you�ve laid
So, you place your final burden on your hard-pressed next of kin
Send the chamber pot back down the line to be filled up again
Take your mind off your election and try to get it straight
And don�t pretend perfection, you�ll be crucified too late

And I say you really should make the deal as he offers round the hat
Well, you better lick your fingers clean, I'll thank you all for that
And as you join the good ship earth and you mingle with the dust
Be sure to leave your underpants with someone you can trust
And the hard-headed social worker who bathes his hands in blood
Will welcome you with arms held high and cover you with mud
And he�ll say you really should make the deal as he offers round the hat
Well, you better lick your fingers clean, well, I'll thank you all for that

Good morning, gentlemen, why the uneasy frowns
Too much everything and I can't recall, did I let you down
Nobody will answer me, make me feel that I want to die
My mind is inclined to lie
Oh, no - think I did it last night again
Oh, no - been out on the overhang again

My hotel room was a battleground, how did I find my way
My wallet's gone and my jacket's torn, my memory's a hazy grey
Do I seem to remember now, two creatures about eight feet tall
No safety net to break my fall
Oh, no - must have done it last night again
Oh, no - crawled out on the overhang again
Been out on the overhang, out on the overhang

Watching demons and spirits glide, heading out to the nearest star
Better lead me back to the bar
Oh, no - might do it tonight again
Oh, no - crawled out on the overhang again
Been out on the overhang, crawling out on the overhang
Been out on the overhang, out on the overhang
Out on the overhang, out on the overhang, out on the overhang

Walking on air, shoulder and head above you
Down in the street, black canyons walking through
Hooded sad eyes fixed on your shuffle shoes
Life is a clue in your crossword

Typewriter turk, telephone terror takes 
Time to wind down, push-button finger shakes
City of dreams, back to your quiet nightmare
Your life is a clue in the crossword

Working to rule in your own time
Drag yourself home to your star sign page
Staying awake on cold yesterday's steak and warm beer

Ladder of string climbing to sweet success
Homework aside, your brain on the train to test
Pick up the news you left on the seat beside you
Your life is a clue in the crossword
Life is a clue in the crossword
Your life is a clue in the crossword

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

Funny how long nights allow thoughts of Jack-A-Lynn
When phantoms tread around my bed to offer restless dreams they bring
And it's just the time and place to find a sad song to play for Jack-A-Lynn

Magpies that shriek, old boots that leak call me to Jack-A-Lynn
Coal-black cats in policeman's hats nosing where the mice have been
And the long meow�s beginning now and I'm far, far from home and Jack-A-Lynn, yeah

Jack, Jack-A-Lynn, oh, Jack, Jack-A-Lynn, Jack, Jack-A-Lynn, Jack, Jack-A-Lynn
Jack, Jack-A-Lynn, Jack, Jack, Jack-A-Lynn, Jack, Jack-A-Lynn, Jack, Jack-A-Lynn

There was a warm wind with the high tide on the south side of the hill
When a young girl went a-walking and I followed with a will
"Good day to you, my fine young lady with your lips so sweetly full
May I help you comb your long hair, sweep it from that brow, so cool."

Up, ride with the kelpie
I'll steal your soul to the deep
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else

Well, I'm a man when I'm feeling the urge to step ashore
So I may charm you, not alarm you, tell you all fine things and more

Up, ride with the kelpie
I'll steal your soul to the deep
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else

Say goodbye to all your dear kin, for they hate to see you go
In your young prime, to this place of mine in the still loch far below

Up, ride with the kelpie
I'll steal your soul to the deep
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else
Up, ride with the kelpie
I'll steal your soul to the deep
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else

Everybody's jumping on the circus train
Well, some jump high, some jump off again
And the razzmatazz is rolling, women folk unveiled
All truths to light, all crosses nailed
Aiming high where the eagle circles
Where he keeps his tail feathers clean
And wonders, "Am I still a free bird
Or just a part of the machine?"

They hitch their covered wagons and they roll out west
Politics in the pockets of their Sunday best
Shaking hands, kissing babies for all that they're worth
Oh, they promise you gold, promise heaven on earth
Still, that old bald eagle circles
It's not the first time that he's seen
His reflection in the eyes of innocence
He's become just another part of the machine, part of the machine

I wish I had an eagle like you to look up to
He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky
Up above the whole machine

Part of the machine, part of the machine
Smart guys aren't running, they're home and dry
Up in the mountains where the eagle flies
They wouldn't take that job offered on a plate
They got to fly with the eagle, he won't wait
Looking down on the smoke and the factories
Till the truth creeps up, unseen
They see themselves in the faces of their children
And realize they too are part of the machine, part of the machine

I wish I had an eagle like you, oh, to wake up to
He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky
Hey, let's be part of the machine
Part of the machine, part of the machine, part of the machine
I wanna be part of your machine, well, I wanna be part of your machine
Part of your machine, part of your machine

When we're working nights, the village round
The old church becomes scary town
All curtained windows and bolted doors
But never a eye to see
As us fairy folks sweep from the hill
Never caught us and never will
Pulling roses and daffodils
Mayhem in the high degree

The blacksmith chased us all to ground
He searched all night, we were never found
The tinker boys and the sheriff's men
Shaking the tallest tree
And we sat and watched the women hide
Laughed so much we split our sides
Scattered horses that they would ride
Mayhem in the high degree

We crossed through fields of midnight green
Often heard but seldom seen
Tore along hedges, stripping leaves
No-one could quite agree
Whether we came from north or south
We stole the screams from out their mouths
And go where no man would allow
Mayhem in the high degree

Like scaly carp and feathered swan
To nature's world we do belong
We ride the thin winds of the night
And set dark spirits free
We terrify the mare and foal
The fox stood still and far too bold
So we strung him up, brush neatly folded
Mayhem, maybe

Wond'ring aloud how we feel today
Last night sipped the sunset, my hand in her hair
We are our own saviors
As we start both our hearts
Beating life into each other

Wond'ring aloud will the years treat us well
As she floats in the kitchen, I'm tasting the smell, yeah
Of toast as the butter runs
Then she comes, spilling crumbs
On the bed and I shake my head

And it's only the giving that makes you what you are

Clear light on a slick palm as I misdeal 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's throne
In the wee hours I'll meet you down by Dun Ringill
Oh, and we'll watch the old gods play
By Dun Ringill - by Dun Ringill, by Dun Ringill
By Dun Ringill - by Dun Ringill

We'll wait in stone circles till the force comes through
Lines joint in faint discord - and the stormwatch - and the stormwatch brews
A concert of kings - as the white sea - as the white sea snaps
At the heels of a soft prayer whispered
In the wee hours I'll meet you down by Dun Ringill
Oh, and I'll take you quickly
By Dun Ringill - by Dun Ringill, by Dun Ringill
Oh, by Dun Ringill - by Dun Ringill, by Dun Ringill
By Dun Ringill

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, life's a long song, life's a long song
If you wait then your plate I will fill

As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day
And the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room, you struggle on your way
Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry, lick the dust from your eye
Life's a long song, life's a long song, life's a long song
We will meet in the sweet light of dawn

As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress
And the symphony sounds underground put you under duress
Well, don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheels
Life's a long song, life's a long song, life's a long song
But the tune ends too soon for us all

But the tune ends too soon for us all

Tip-toes in silence round my bed
And quiets the raindrops overhead

With her everlasting smile
She stills my fever for awhile
Oh, nursie dear
I'm glad you're here
To brush away my pain

Take two - one, two, three


Hello sun
Hello bird
Hello my lady
Hello breakfast
May I buy you again tomorrow