Artist: Jethro Tull Album: 20 Years Of Jethro Tull The Definitive Collection - The Radio Archives And Rare Tracks [Disc 1] {1988} Disc 2 Disc 3

Oh, there's a fantastic sound for you
We're heading into our finale at this point, so it's one more from everybody
This is Jethro Tull coming in first of all with a Song For Jeffrey


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
Tell myself tomorrow brings me things I would not dream today

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

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

Don't want to be a fat man
People would say that I was just good fun, yeah
I would rather be a thin man
I am so glad to go on being one, yeah
Too much to carry around with you
No chance of finding a woman who
Will love you in the morning and all the day time too, woo

I don't want to be a fat man
Have not the patience to ignore all that, yeah
I hate to admit to myself
Half of my problems came from being fat, yeah
Won't waste my time feeling sorry for him
I see the other side through being thin
Roll us both down a mountain and I'm sure the fat man'd win, hee

INSTRUMENTAL

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

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

And ride with us young bonny lass
With the angels of the night
Crack wind clatter, flesh rein bite 
On an out-size unicorn
Rough-shod winging, sky blue flight 
On a cold wind to Valhalla

And join with us please, Valkyrie maidens cry
Above the cold wind to Valhalla
Breakfast with the gods, night angels serve
With ice-bound majesty

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 polarized the pumpkin-eaters, static-humming panel-beaters
Freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters, salaried and collar-scrubbing
He titillated men-of-action, belly warming, hands still rubbing
On the parts they never mention
He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating one-line jokers
T.V. documentary makers, overfed and undertakers
Sunday paper backgammon players, family-scarred and women-haters
Then he called the band down to the stage and he looked at all the friends he'd made

Walking on velvet green, Scots pine growing
Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing
Walking on velvet green

Walking on velvet green, distant cows lowing
Never a care with your legs in the air, singing
Walking on velvet green

Won't you have my company, yes, take it in your hands
Go down on velvet green with a country man
Who's a young girl's fancy and an old maid's dream
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green

One dusky half-hour's ride up to the north
There lies your reputation and all that you're worth
Where the scent of wild roses turns the milk to cream
Tell your mother that you walked all night on velvet green

And the long grass blows in the evening cool
And August's rare delight may be April's fool
But think not of that, my love, I'm tight against the seam
And I'm growing up to meet you down on velvet green

A-one, two, three, four

Now, I may tell you that it's love and not just lust
And if we live the lie, let's lie in trust
On golden daffodils, to catch the silver stream
That washes out the wild oat seed on velvet green

We'll dream as lovers under the stars
Of civilizations raging afar
And the ragged dawn breaks on your battle scars
As you walk home cold and alone upon velvet green

Walking on velvet green, Scots pine growing
Isn't it rare to be taking the air, singing
Walking on velvet green

Walking on velvet green, distant cows lowing
Never a care with your legs in the air, loving
Walking on velvet green, hey


Thank you, yes

Take two - one, two, three


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

Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow
While you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go
"Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame
To warm their bones at Christmas time," say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow

Now, as the last broad oak leaf falls, we beg consider this
There's some who have no coin to save for turkey, wine or gifts
No children's laughter round the fire, no family left to know
"So lend a warm and a helping hand," say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow

As holly pricks and ivy clings, your fate is none too clear
The Lord may find you wanting, let your good fortune disappear
All homely comforts blown away and all that's left to show
Is to share your joy at Christmas time with Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow

Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow
While you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go
"Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame
To warm their bones at Christmas time," say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow

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 blue steel so sublime - I am your gun
I can understand your point of view - I am your gun
To tell the truth I'd scare me too

Match, wheel and flintlock, they all caught your eye
Pearl-handled ladies' models, scaled down to size
I am the peacemaker, so the theory goes
But I don't choose the company I keep and it shows

I am your gun
Love me, I'm your gun

Maxim and Browning, they helped me along
Stoner, Kalashnikov thrilled to my song
Now one of me exists for each one of you
So how can you blame me for the things that I do

Now I take second place to the motor car - I am your gun
In the score of killing kept thus far - I am your gun
And just remember, if you don't mind - I am your gun
It's not the gun that kills but the man behind

I am your gun, I am your gun, I am your gun, I am your gun, I am your gun

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 remove you from paradise
From your striped lawn and your new swimming pool
I place broken bottles in your geraniums
Sabotage your gardening tools
And I live down the end of your road

By day I am a real estate agent gentleman
I deal in fine properties - cheap at the price
After dark I plan my most devious practices
Which you might think not very nice

Designing a system to reverse your plumbing
Welling up as you sit on your private throne
Will come all kinds of vile and despicable nasties
You would rather not have in your home
And I live down the end of your road

Dispensed loathsome creatures in your drawing room
Sent doggy poo-poos in your morning mail
Rat's heads and lark's wings should set your tums turning
And your houses will soon be for sale
And I live down the end of your road
Yes, I live down the end of your road
Well, I live down the end of your road
And I live down the end of your road
Down at the end of your road
Yes, I live down the end of your road
I live down at the end of your road
I live down at the end of your road

Grey the mist, cold the dawn
Cruel the sea and stern the shore
Brave the man who sets his course for Albion

Sweet the rose, sharp the thorn
Meek the soil and proud the corn
Blessed the lamb that would be born
Within this green and pleasant land

Hee-ho-ran-hee-row, hee-ho-ran-hee-row, hee-ho-ran-hee-row
Hee-ho-ran-hee-row, hee-ho-ran-hee-row, hee-ho-ran-hee-row

Brown furrow shine beneath the rain washed blue
Bright crystal streams from eagle mountains born
Fortune has smiled on those who wake anew
Within this fortress nature built to stay the hand of war

With the wind from the east
Came the first of those that tread
Upon this stone, this throne of kings
This realm, this new Jerusalem

Hee-ho-ran-hee-row, hee-ho-ran-hee-row, hee-ho-ran-hee-row
Hee-ho-ran-hee-row - hee-ho-ran-hee-row
Hee-ho-ran-hee-row - hee-ho-ran-hee-row
Hee-ho-ran-hee-row - hee-ho-ran-hee-row

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

Too many drivers in too many cars
Too many lost souls drinking in too many bars
Too many heroes stepping on too many toes
Too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no
Too many lives each cat can lose
We've got too many too, yes, too many too

Too much sunshine, too many drops of rain
Too many equal and average children who will all grow up the same
Too many fireside politicians holding too many views
Too many questions but there are answers too few
Too many lives each cat can lose
We've got too many too, yes, too many too

If I were a liar, yes, and you were a cheat
There would be too many places where we all could meet
Too many temples where we could worship the beast
Where he who thinks he had the most in fact has the least
Too many lives each cat can lose
I've got too many too, yes, too many too
I've got too many too, too, oh, I've got too many too
I've got too many too, I've got too many too, I've got too many too

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

INSTRUMENTAL

Fish and chips, sandpaper lips and a rainy pavement
Soho lights, another night thinking of you
Black cat sat on a wall, winks at me darkly
Suggesting ways and means that I might win a smile
As you leave the place where you work until twelve-thirty
And the policemen nods as you pass along his beat
Sweaty feet, troubled brow, we're all in the same game, lady
Life's no bowl of cherries - it's a black and white strip cartoon

I've been warned that you and your friends are crazy
As from your hearts you bare your parts with the gentlemen
Who, while they drool, try to keep cool, spill their Scotch and water
But I'm not that way, I must say, I'd much prefer to see
You in your texturised rubber rainwear around twelve-thirty
Come and play, shades of grey in my black and white strip cartoon

Strip cartoon is all I'm after, strip cartoon is all I crave
So, come to my place around twelve-thirty
Cos I'm a leading politician at a dangerous age

Strip cartoon is all I'm after, strip cartoon is all I crave
So, come to my place around twelve-thirty
Cos I'm a leading politician at a dangerous age

Strip cartoon, strip cartoon is all I'm after, strip cartoon is all I crave
So, come to my place around twelve-thirty
Cos I'm a leading politician at a dangerous age

INSTRUMENTAL

I work in dark factories, a cog in the big wheel
Driving grey satanic mills and weaving sad stories
And faceless masters, oh, they pay me plenty
Crumbs from their luncheon packs, harsh wine from bottles half empty
"A stitch in time saves nine," said Cock Robin from the wall
It's an early bird catches the worm, show a little pride before you fall

So, I flew to the south sun with birds of a feather
To drink in the warm nights and tell of fine weather
"A stitch in time saves nine," said Cock Robin from the wall
It's an early bird catches the worm, show a little pride before you fall

Listen, all you young folk, your lives on the timetable
Clocking on twenty-one, fly while you're able
"A stitch in time saves nine," said Cock Robin from the wall
It's an early bird catches the worm, show a little pride before you fall
"A stitch in time saves nine," said Cock Robin from the wall
It's an early bird caught the worm, show a little pride before you fall

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 dream, a dream of our own making
To find a place that we could later lose to whatever time would bring

We were seventeen and the cakeman was affecting you
Moving you to greater things in a lesser way you had to prove
The clock struck summertime, you were going round in circles now
Wishing you were seventeen - at twenty-one, it was a long time gone

And now here you are, you're locked in your own excuse
The circle's getting smaller every day, you're busy planning the next fifty years
So, stay the way you are and keep your head down to the same old ground
Just paint your picture, boy, until you find a closed circle's better than an open line
Yes, stay the way you are
I got a circle just the same as yours
It may be bigger, but I've more to lose
Who is the luckier man - me or you

INSTRUMENTAL

Flying, made of sticks and paper - aeroplane
Dying, is the wind but climbing - my aeroplane
Blowing and going somewhere high, in the evening tumbling down
But it's surely been up there
Crying, want to live my life as my aeroplane

Sighing in the sun's eye, but softly - my aeroplane
Lonely, but only till it comes down where there's people running round
But it's surely been up there

Flying, my aeroplane, my aeroplane, my aeroplane, my aeroplane

Woke up this morning to look at things in their funny way
Why can't they be like they used to be only yesterday
Ooh, ooh, bring back my sunshine day

I look at things that once were mine with such despair
Why do the things I say only fall on empty air
Ooh, ooh, bring back my sunshine day
My mind cries, "Bring back my sunshine day."

I say the things I used to say, but they don't seem right
Why does this world seem like the darkest endless night
Ooh, ooh, bring back my sunshine day
Bring back my sunshine day