Artist: Jethro Tull Album: Living With The Past {2002}

INSTRUMENTAL

My Sunday feeling is coming on over me
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me
Now that the night is over got to clear my head so I can see
But till I get put together, oh, that old feeling won't let me be

Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night
Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night
I really don't remember, but with one more cigarette I think I might
But till I get put together, oh, that old feeling can't get me right

Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said
Well, I need some assistance, have you listened to what I said
I don't feel so good, need someone to help me to my bed
But till I get put together, oh, that old feeling is in my head
But till I get put together, oh, that old feeling is in my head

This song was written in 1995, long before 11th of September
It's called Roots To Branches


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 prayer day, hope no one's listening
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening

True disciples carrying that message
To color just a little with their personal touch
Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half-believers
Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening
Roots to branches, roots to branches, roots to branches

In wet and windy priest-holes, grand in vast cathedrals
High on lofty minarets or in the temples of doom
I think the old man's got his face on, he'd better be some quick change artist
To suffer little children to make their minds up soon
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening
Roots to branches, roots to branches, roots to branches

Roots to branches, roots to branches, roots to branches


Thank you

Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green
With his long tail hanging down
He quietly sits under every tree
In the folds of his velvet gown
He drinks from the empty acorn cup
The dew that dawn sweetly bestows
Taps his cane upon the ground
Signals the snowdrops it's time to grow

It's no fun being Jack-In-The-Green
No place to dance, no time for song
He wears the colors of the summer soldier
Carries the green flag all the winter long

Jack, do you never sleep and does the green still run deep in your heart
Or will these changing times - motorways, powerlines - keep us apart
Well, I don't think so, I saw some grass growing through the pavements today

The rowan, the oak and the holly tree
Are the charges left for him to groom

Each blade of grass whispers Jack-In-The-Green
Oh Jack, please help me through my winter's night
And we are the berries on the holly tree
And the mistlethrush is coming, Jack, put out the light


Yeah, thank you Jack-In-The-Green
From the Songs From The Wood album in 1976

Cool in the corner, tomcat sitting
On the edge of the yard, sand-flies flitting
Orange order on a field of green
Smothers me to smithereens

Rum and cola, ice cubes crashing
Jumping beans and brown eyes flashing
Long hair swinging, tell me how d'you feel
Well, hot and fancy, it's the habanero reel

Troubled skin, pour oil upon it
She's fit to burn in her new Scotch Bonnet
Spice up anybody's stew
Frogs and goats and chickens too

Rum and cola, ice cubes crashing
Jumping beans and brown eyes flashing
Long hair swinging, tell me how d'you feel
Well, hot and fancy, it's the habanero reel

Barefoot in the sunshine
Kicking empty beer cans down on the high tide line
Big wave nearly floats your dress away
Well, and I'm thinking that it's just another day, just another day

Feel that hot rush start its tickle
Sweat is rising, taste buds prickle
With ears of bat and eye of eagle
It's just as well it's strictly legal

Rum and cola, ice cubes crashing
Jumping beans and brown eyes flashing
Long hair swinging, tell me how d'you feel
Well, hot and fancy, it's the habanero reel

Barefoot in the sunshine
Kicking empty beer cans down on the high tide line
Big wave nearly floats your dress away
Well, and I'm thinking that it's just another day, just another day

One, two, three, four


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 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 us 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


Thanks very much
Sweet Dream there from, uh the Living In The Past album

This is, uh, about Dave being, uh, In The Grip Of Stronger Stuff


INSTRUMENTAL

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

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
He goes down to the bog and warms his feet, whoa-o-o
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, you see, it's only me, whoa-o-o

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

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

Whoa-o-o, Aqualung


Thank you very much, you've been very kind to us - good to see you again
Bid good night there from Jonathan Noyce there on bass guitar - Jonathan Noyce
On the drums, Doane Perry - hi Doane
On the keyboards, Andy Giddings
And on lead guitar, Martin Lancelot Barre - Martin Barre, hooray
Thanks again, goodnight, bye bye, bye bye, bye bye

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, whoa, yeah

He sees his children jumping off at 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
Old Charlie, he stole the handle and the train, it won�t stop going
No way to slow down, no way to slow down

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

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
Lets go walking out
While others shout of war's disaster
Oh, we won't give in
Let's go living in the past

INSTRUMENTAL

Nothing is easy though time gets you worrying, my friend, it's okay
Just take your life easy and stop all that hurrying, be happy my way
When tension starts mounting and you've lost count of the pennies you've missed
Just try hard and see why they're not worrying me, they're last on my list
Nothing's easy

Nothing is easy, you'll find that the squeeze won't turn out so bad
Your fingers may freeze, worse things happen at sea, there's good times to be had
So, if you're alone and you're down to the bone just give us a play
You'll smile in a while and discover that I'll get you happy my way
Nothing's easy

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

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

Okay, here we are, back in the Zurich Sports Hall
Down in the dressing room with the dressing room tapes
And David Pegg on mandolin, Martin Barre on acoustic guitar and me doing the other stuff
And, uh, an early seasonal greeting to you all as we revisit A Christmas Song
Two, three, four


Once in Royal David's City 
Stood a lonely cattle shed
Where a mother laid her baby
You'd do well to remember the things He later said
When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties
You'll laugh when I tell ya to take a running jump
And you're missing the point I'm sure does not need making
The Christmas spirit is not what you drink

So how can you eat when your own mother's hungry
And how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong
And if I've just messed up your thoughtless pleasures
Remember, if you wish, this is just a Christmas song

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

As I did walk by Hampstead Fair
I came upon Mother Goose
So I turned her loose
Cos she was screaming
And a foreign student said to me
"Was it really true
There are elephants, lions too
Piccadilly Circus."

Walked down by the bathing pond to try and catch some sun
Must've been a hundred schoolgirls sobbing into handkerchiefs as one
I don't believe they knew I was a schoolboy, yeah

And a bearded lady said to me
If you start your raving
And your misbehaving
You'll be sorry, yeah
And the chicken-fancier came to play
With his long red beard
And his sister's weird
She drives a lorry, yeah

The Indian bamboo flute - Dot Com


It's a wide world out there, so much wider than imagined
Can't quite put my finger on the pulse
Of your heart, softly beating just beneath the raw silk sheen
That reflects the tints of autumn from the hills
So, punch my name and in case you wonder
I'll be yours, yours, dot com

Executive accommodation, bland, but nonetheless appealing
Waiters discretely at your beck and call
Place the tall sun-down potion lightly by your velvet elbow
While you compose a message on the wall
So, punch my name and in case you wonder
I'll be yours, yours, dot com
So, punch my name and in case you wonder
I'll be yours, I'll be yours, dot com

With your handmade leather valise packed and ready, ready waiting
Showered and dressed down lightly for the heat
Give a clue, leave a kind word hint as to a destination
A domain where our cyber-souls might meet
So, punch my name and in case you wonder
I'll be yours, yours, dot com
So, punch my name and in case you wonder
I'll be yours, I'll be yours, dot com

I don't want to be, I don't want to be, I don't want to be a fat man
No, I'm not looking at you Doane, we've all got the same problems
Here it comes, woo


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

Don't want to be a fat man
Have not the patience to ignore all that
Hate to admit to myself
Half of my problems came from being fat
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 would win, woo

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

This is a number which is very much in the mode of Sonny Terry and Brownie McGhee, I would think
And, uh, it's simply called Someday The Sun Won't Shine For You


In the morning gonna get my things together
Packing up and I'm leaving this place
I don't believe you'll cry, there'll be a smile upon your face

I didn't think how much you'd hurt me
Yeah, that's something that I laugh about
Bring in the good times, baby, and let the bad times out

That old sun, it keeps on shining
Yeah, but someday it won't shine for you
And in the morning I'll be leaving and I'll leave your mother too

A-one, two, three, four

Along the coast road by the headland
The early lights of winter glow
I'll pour a cup to you my darling
And raise it up, say, "Cheerio."