Artist: Jethro Tull Album: Catfish Rising {1991}

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 heels half-heartedly
How come you know better than me that this is not love
No, this is not love

Empty drugstore postcards freeze
Sunburst images of summers gone
Think I see us in these promenade days
Before we learned October's song
Out on the headland, one gale-whipped tree
Curious, head bent to see
And how come you know better than me that this is not love
No, this is not love, this is not love, yeah

How come you know better than me
Well, how come you know better than me
So, how come you know better than me that this is not love
This is not love

Yeah - down to the sad south, smokey plumes
Mark that real world city home
Broken spells and silent gloom
Ooze from that concrete honeycomb
Puppy-dog waves on a big moon sea
Snapped our heels half-heartedly
And how come you know better than me that this is not love
No, this is not love, no, this is not love
This is not love, this is not love, this is not love

Well, you got a big-jib crane waiting to pick you up
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 we do you down
Cos we're all kinds of animals coming here, occasional demons, too
We're all kinds of animals coming here, occasional demons, too

Well, you got a nice apartment here with appliances and CD
We're gonna leave your stereo, but we'll have your soul for tea
I'm not speaking of material things
Gonna chew you up, gonna suck you in
Cos we're all kinds of animals coming here, occasional demons, too
We're all kinds of animals coming here, occasional demons, too

Smokestacks belching black, we're the have-nots in your shade
Well, how about a slice of life, how about some human trade
Eat at the best table in town
No headwaiter gonna to turn us down
Cos we're all kinds of animals coming here, occasional demons, too
All kinds of animals coming here, occasional demons, too
Occasional demons, too
We're all kinds of animals coming here, occasional demons, too
Occasional demons, too, occasional demons, too, occasional demons, too

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, roll it if you can't buy readymade
If you won't be satisfied when you feel the sudden need to unwind

You know what moves you in the wee hours
When there's nothing on the answerphone
And if you don't get enough of that electric love
Don't try to get by - roll yer own
Roll it when there's no one listening
When those reruns play on the latenight black and white T.V., yeah

Roll yer own, roll it when there's something missing
And those wild cats howl, running in the moonshine
Roll yer own, I said roll it if you can't buy readymade
And if you won't be satisfied when you feel the sudden need to unwind

Well, you know what moves you in the wee hours
When there's nothing on the answerphone
And if you don't get enough of that electric love
Don't try to get by - roll yer own
I said roll it, you got to hit that spot
Roll yer own, I said roll it when your hands are hot
Roll yer own

Roll yer own
Roll yer own

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
Yeah, down in the half-lit bar of the hotel
There's a call for the last round of the day
Push back the stool, take that elevator ride
Fall in bed and kick my shoes away, kick my shoes away, kick my shoes away
Rocks on the road, yeah

Can't sleep through the wild sound of the city
Hear a car full of young boys heading for a fight
Long distance telephone keeps ringing out engaged
Wonder who you're talking with tonight, talking with tonight, who you talking with tonight
Rocks on the road, yeah

Tired plumbing wakes me in the morning
Shower runs hot, runs cold, playing with me
I'm up for the down side, life's a bitch and all that stuff
So, come and shake some apples from my tree
Have to pay for my minibar madness
Itemized phone bill overload
Well, now, how about some heavy rolling
Move these rocks on the road, on the road, rocks on the road

Crumbs on a breakfast table and a million other little things to spoil my day
How about a little light music to chase it all away, chase it all away

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
Yeah, down in the half-lit bar of the hotel
There's a call for the last round of the day
Push back the stool, take that elevator ride
Fall in bed and kick my shoes away, kick my shoes away, kick my shoes away
Rocks on the road
Kick my shoes away, kick my shoes away
Rocks on the road

All right
You want to be a bookworm, yeah, 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 the freeway with some friends from the mall
Don't stay forever in your limbo, fly before you fall
Little sparrow on the schoolyard wall
Little sparrow on the wall, yeah

So dress a little dangerous, yes, and modify your walk
There's nothing wrong with sparrows, but try to be a sparrowhawk
Hunting in the evening and floating in the heat in the day
You might, might acquire some predatory instinct, do the wolf pack crawl
Don't stay forever in your limbo, fly before you fall
Little sparrow on the schoolyard wall
Little sparrow on the wall

Well, I don't want to be your daddy
Don't want to be your engineer of sin
And I don't want to play the piper here
I'm only banging on a mandolin
And anyway, you're just a little sparrow on the schoolyard wall - all right

There's nothing wrong with learning and nothing wrong with your books
So exercise some judgement, too much broth can spoil the cook
Feel a little sensation and know when it's time to join in
You should be, should be raging down the freeway with some friends from the mall
Don't stay forever in your limbo, fly before you fall, before you fall
Little sparrow on the schoolyard, the schoolyard wall
Little sparrow on the schoolyard wall
Little sparrow on the schoolyard wall
Little sparrow on the schoolyard wall
Little sparrow on the schoolyard

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 good or bad
Jump to the left, jump back right, think round corners into night

Let's go in wet corridors, dive down drains
Draw strength from machinery, it's all the same
Thinking round corners, think round corners, I say

Pretty girl with neon eyes, best man between white thighs
Bridegroom didn't know a thing, got his love in lights, she wears two rings
Think back to the dream you had, blue boy sorry, pink girl sad
Yellow cow, big-eyed moon, all coming round the corner soon

Let's stand in rapids, cling to carnivals
Spit life from the maypole in savage ceremony
Let's go in wet corridors, dive down drains
Draw strength from machinery, it's all the same
Thinking round corners, think round corners, I say

Paper cowboys, tin drums banging where the white man comes
Landowners with whips and chains, but soft in bed amidst warm rains
Thinking back to the dream they had, Jack and Jill, Jack the lad
Homestead, home free, how about leaving some for me

Let's bathe in malt whisky, covet gold finery
Through the eyes of a Jackdaw, dressed to the nines
Let's go down wet corridors, dive down drains
Draw strength from machinery, it's all the same
Thinking round corners, think round corners, I say
Thinking round corners, thinking round corners, thinking round corners

It�s a lonely life I live and I live 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
Left flowers on your table, left the lock on your door
Staked a claim in your heartlands, put grain in your store
I�ll still be loving you tonight, still loving you tonight

Got fingers on the button of that telephone dial
Call in and move your mountains, fill your spaces while
I�m still loving you tonight, oh, still loving you tonight

You want to know how I can leave you
How I can move along this way
Too much of a good thing can make you crazy
It�s a good thing that happened to me today
I�ll still be loving you tonight, still be loving you tonight

It�s a lonely life I live and I live 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, yes, I'll still loving you tonight

Still loving you tonight, I�ll still be loving you tonight
Still be loving you tonight, I�ll still be loving you tonight

I've been treated for mild depression and I've been treated for growing pains
I've been treated for hallucinations and I can see it all coming again
Well, you can wind me up, yeah, you can slow me down
You can dig a little, yeah, you can mess me around
But there's one thing I should tell you, to which you must agree
There's no use you playing doctor to my disease
Said, it's no use you playing doctor to my disease

I got no cure for this condition that you've been causing me tonight
Well, you put my heart in overdrive, hand me the bullet I must bite
Well, you can stir me up and you can cut me down
You can probe a little, push that knife around
But there's one thing I should tell you, to which you must agree
It's no use you playing doctor to my disease
No use you playing doctor to my disease
No use you playing doctor to my disease

Do you have to break my engine so you can fix it up again
Tuned to crazy imperfection just to score me out of ten
Well, you can wind me up, yeah, you can slow me down
You can dig a little, yeah, you can mess me around
But there's one thing I should tell you, to which you must agree
That it's no use you playing doctor to my disease
No use you playing doctor to my disease
No use you playing doctor to my disease

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 kitchen door, she looked good enough to eat and I mean eat
She was a tall thin girl
She looked like a tall thin girl

She said, "Whose is this carry-out," my face turned chili red
Well, I don't know about carrying out, but you can carry me off to bed and I mean bed
She was a tall thin girl
She moved like a tall thin girl
Maybe I can I fetch for it
Maybe I can stretch for it - stretch for it
I may not be a fat man and I'm not exactly small
But when it all comes down, couldn't stand my ground, this girl was tall and I mean tall

She was a tall thin girl
Big Boy Doane, he's a drummer, don't play no tambourine
But he's Madras hot on the bongo trot if you know just what I mean
Stands six foot three in his underwear, going to get him down here and see
If this good lady's got a little sister bout the same size as me, yeah
She was a tall thin girl
She looked like a tall thin girl
Well, can I fetch for it
Maybe I can stretch for it - stretch for it
Well, am I up for it - up for it
Or do I have to go down for it - down for it

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 lonely
Funny thing, the charm of the young

See how she moves just like two angels in white innocence
Yet one of them is on the run
The other's tapping at my car window
And I'm squinting through the sun
Trying to see if she's some child of the nineties
Or just another dangerous fantasy of mine, yeah
White innocence, white innocence, white innocence
She was white innocence

A perfect hole was in her stocking
It made a perfect window to her heart
I could have moved among her waterfalls
Her misty curtains drawn apart
Did she see warm safety in my numbers
To want to hitch a ride this way
Felt like I was taking her to market now
To be sold as the last lot of the day
Funny thing, the distance of the lonely
Funny thing, the charm of the young
White innocence, white innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence, white, white innocence

She pressed the button, lowered the window
Let her hand trail in the slipstream of the night
A frost from nowhere seemed to lick her fingers
I could have warmed them, but the moment wasn't right

Obvious, she was headed nowhere special
Yeah, well, it was even obvious to me
I was doing some, some watching, some waiting
She'd been here before, most definitely

There was the promise of early bed-time
There was the promise of heaven on earth
Think I was sending out low-voltage electricity
Played it right down for what it was worth
She turned and looked at me in white innocence
And with the clearest eyes of forever grey
She rested one small hand, for a second, on my knee
I stopped the car, she walked away
Funny thing, the wisdom of the lonely
Funny thing, the charm of the young
Away you go now
White innocence, white innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white innocence, white innocence
White innocence, white, white innocence, white innocence

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 got a tongue like a viper, but she can whisper like a dove
Soft touch like brushed velvet till she hits you from above
And sometimes she does

She leaves me breathing, down like a fallen log
Just when I feel like dancing I wake up sleeping with the dog
And it goes, sleeping with the dog
Sleeping with the dog, sleeping with the dog, yeah

I have to guess at the mysteries of her unfathomable soul, yeah
Guess when the time seems right to make a broken spirit whole
And that time is due, come on

She leaves me breathing, down like a fallen log
And just when I feel like dancing I wake up sleeping with the dog
Yeah, and it goes, sleeping with the dog
I'm sleeping with the dog, sleeping with the dog
I�m sleeping with the dog, sleeping with the dog, sleeping with the dog
Oh, I�m sleeping with the dog, sleeping with the dog, I'm sleeping with the dog
I�m sleeping with the dog, sleeping with the dog, sleeping with the dog

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, yes, and I'm turning again
Well, I'm turning again and I'm turning again
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie, black jacket and tie

Well, I've been second to none, this horse was ready to run
And now I'm has-been and used, disarmed and defused
But I'm turning again and I'm turning again
Yes, and I'm turning again, well, I'm turning again
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie, black jacket and tie
Black jacket and tie, black jacket and tie

I'm egg over-easy and I'm washing up squeezy
Appliance for sale, fat wind in my sail
But I'm turning again, yes, and I'm turning again
Well, I'm turning again, yes, and I'm turning again
Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie, black jacket and tie

Black jacket and tie, black jacket and tie, black jacket and tie
Well, I'm turning again

I was in my watering-hole with some ugly friends of mine
When the door came off its hinges like the cork from fizzy wine
He said, "My name is Jesus, I'm the leader of the band
Got to set up my equipment, if you boys can lend a hand."
Oh yeah, when Jesus came to play
When Jesus came to play, all right

He set that bandstand jumping, yeah, and he cranked it up so loud
And he moved up to the microphone, had the attention of the crowd
He said, "My name is Jesus, going to turn your head around
I'm going to make this easy, got no time to mess around."
Oh yeah, when Jesus came to play
When Jesus came to play, oh, when Jesus came to play
When Jesus came to play, when Jesus came to play

I got no twelve disciples and I got no cross to bear
If you thought they had me crucified, I guess you weren't there
Oh yeah, when Jesus came to play, when Jesus came

He sang about three or four numbers, yeah, but we'd heard it all before
We boys were getting restless, no girls were moving on the floor
Those parables, they were merciless, yeah, and the tables overturned
And there were no minor miracles, but false prophets, they were burned
Well, maybe he was Jesus, but his hair could have used a comb
Long before he hit the last notes, we boys had all gone home, oh yeah
When Jesus came to play, when Jesus came to play
When Jesus came to play, when Jesus came to play, all right

Oh, Jesus,, oh, Jesus, is it really you
Oh, Jesus, is it really you
Oh, Jesus, is it really you
Oh, Jesus, is it really you