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

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

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

Well, let's bungle in the jungle
Well, that's all right by me, yes
Well, 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 me at your shoulder
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

Well, let's bungle in the jungle
Well, that's all right by me, yes
Well, I'm a tiger when I want love
I'm a snake if we disagree, yes

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 to strike up the tune

Well, let's bungle in the jungle
Well, that's all right by me, yes
Well, I'm a tiger when I want love
But I'm a snake when we disagree, yes
Well, let's bungle in the jungle
Well, that's all right by me, yes
Well, I'm a tiger when I want love
And I'm a snake when we disagree, yeah
Well, let's bungle in the jungle
Well, that's all right by me, yes
Well, I'm a tiger when I want love

The first of these concerns itself, albeit loosely
With the terrible plight of the middle-American farmer
Oh, poor misunderstood purveyor of agri-chemicals
This one is called Farm On The Freeway


Nine miles of two-strand topped with barbed wire
Laid by the father for his son
Good shelter down there on the valley floor
Down by where the sweet stream run
They say they gave me compensation
That's not what I'm chasing, I was a rich man before yesterday
Now what do I want with a broken-down pickup truck
When I left my farm on the freeway

They're busy building airports on the south side
Silicon chip factory on the east
And the big road's pushing through along the valley floor
Hot machine pouring six lanes, at the very least
Now, they say they gave me compensation
That's not what I'm chasing, I was a rich man before yesterday
Now all I have left is a broken-down pickup truck
Looks like my farm is a freeway

They forgot they told us what this old land was for
Grow two tons the acre, boy, between the stones
This was no Southfork, it was no Ponderosa
But it was the place that I called home
Now, they say they gave me compensation
That's not what I'm chasing, I was a rich man before yesterday
Now what do I want with a million dollars and a pickup truck
When I left my farm under the freeway

What, requests - yes, we do request, what was that again, sir
Just as well, I guess it's the only other one we know, here we go


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, yeah
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, hey
In the tidal destruction, the moral melee
And the elastic retreat rings the close of play, hey
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, yes, and said 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 back down the ages, let them sing the song

See there, a son is born and we pronounce him ready to fight
There are black-heads on his shoulders and he pees himself in the night
We'll make a man of him, put him to a trade
Teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain

I hear you 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 hear my voice is calling to be mine again
Live the rest of your life in a day

Get out and get what you can
While your mommy's at home a-sleeping
No time to understand
Cos they lost what they thought they were keeping

No one can see you in your sweet dream
Don't hear you leave to start the car
All wrapped up tightly in the coat you borrowed from me
Your place of resting is not far
You hear my voice is calling to be mine again
Live the rest of your life in a day

Get out and get what you can
While your mommy's at home a-sleeping
No time to understand
Cos they lost what they thought they were keeping

Get out and get what you can
While your mommy's at home a-sleeping
No time to understand
Cos they lost what they thought they were keeping

We travelers on the endless wastes in single orbits, gliding
Cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind hard-weather hoods a-hiding
But meeting as the tall ships do, passing in the channel
Afraid to chance a gentle touch, afraid to make the clasp

In high-rise city canyons dwells the discontent of ages
On ring roads, nose to bumper crawl, commuters in their cages
Cryptic signals flash across from pilots in the fast lane
Double-locked and belted in, too late to make the clasp

Let's break the journey, now, on some lonely road
Sit down as strangers will, let the stress unload
Talk in confidential terms
Share a dark unspoken fear
Refill the cup and drink it up
Say goodnight and wish good luck

Synthetic chiefs with frozen smiles holding unsteady courses
Grip the reins of history, high on their battle horses
And meeting as good statesmen do before the TV-eyes of millions
Hand to hand exchange the lie, pretend to make the clasp

INSTRUMENTAL

Fallen on hard times, but it feels good to know
That milk and honey's just around the bend
Running on bad lines, we'd better run as we go
Tear up, tear up the overdraft again

Oh, dear Prime Minister, it's all such a mess
Go right ahead and pull the rotten tooth
Oh, Mr. President, you've been put to the test
Come clean for once and hit us with the truth

Looking for sunshine, oh, but it's black and it's cold
Yet, you say there�s milk and honey just round the bend
Giving us a hard time, my friends
Handing us the same line again

Fallen on hard times and there's nowhere to hide
Now they've repossessed the Rolls Royce and the mink
Turning on the peace sign, oh, and it's back to the wood
Soon there will be raised a holy stink

Somebody wake me, I've been sleeping too long
Oh, I don't have to take this lying down
You can keep your promises, shove 'em where they belong
Don't ask me to the party - won't be around

Looking for sunshine, oh, but it's black and it's cold
Yet, you say there�s milk and honey just round the bend
Giving us a hard time, my friends
Handing us the same line again

Fallen on hard times, we�ve fallen on hard times
Oh, fallen on hard times
Can�t you read between the lines
Yes, we�ve fallen on hard times, we�ve fallen on hard times
We've fallen on hard times, fallen on hard times
Giving us a hard time, my friends

On Preston platform do your soft shoe shuffle dance
Brush away the cigarette ash that's falling down your pants
And then you sadly wonder does the nurse treat your old man the way she should
She made you tea, asked for your autograph - what a laugh

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

A one, two, three


There's a haze on the skyline to wish me on my way
And there's a note on the telephone, some roses on a tray
And the motorway's stretching right out to us all
As I pull on my old wings, one white duck on your wall
Isn't it just too damn real
One white duck on your wall, one duck on your wall

I'll catch a ride on your violin, strung upon your bow
And I'll float on your melody, sing your chorus soft and low
There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called
You can see from the fireplace, one white duck on your wall
Isn't it just too damn real
One white duck on your wall, one duck on your wall, one duck on your wall

So, fly away Peter and fly away Paul
From the finger-tip ledge of contentment
Well, the long restless rustle of high-heeled boot calls
And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all

Something must be wrong with me and my brain
If I'm so patently unrewarding
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way
And my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all

There's no double-lock defense, there's no chain on my door
And I'm available for consultation
But remember your way in is also my way out
And love's four-letter word is no compensation

Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler, I'm a waiter on skates
So don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion
Cos I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays
To be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday lunch confusion

Let me bring you songs from the wood
To make you feel much better than you could know - better than you could know
Dust you down from tip to toe - dust you down from tip to toe
Show you how the garden grows - show you how the garden grows
Hold you steady as you go - hold you steady as you
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

Songs from the wood make you feel much better
Songs from the wood make you feel much better

Songs from the wood, songs from the wood - ho

Let me bring you all things refined
Galliards and lute songs served with 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, oh

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

Well, the dawn was coming, found him ringing on my bell
He said, "My name's the Teacher - that is what I call myself
Well, I have a lesson that I must impart to you
It�s an old expression, but I must insist it�s true
Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun
No sense in sitting here hating everyone
No man�s an island and his castle isn�t home
The nest is for nothing when the bird has flown."

So, I took a journey, threw my world into the sea
With me went the Teacher who found fun instead of me
Hey man, what�s the plan, what was that you said
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed
I try to socialize but I can�t seem to find
What I was looking for, got something on my mind

Then the Teacher told me it had been a lot of fun
Thanked me for his ticket and all that I had done
Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun
No sense in sitting here hating everyone
No man�s an island and his castle isn�t home
The nest is for nothing when the bird has flown

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