Artist: Jethro Tull Album: Nightcap Unreleased Masters 1973-1991 (Your Round - Unreleased And Rare Tracks) [Disc 2] {1993} Disc 1

I'd like to take you to the edge of every morning
On a magic eiderdown to a window chair
In the Paradise Steakhouse, where there's a cup of silver coffee
Steaming chrome reflections from the mist in your hair

Try not to watch me - try not to watch me
Just call me after darkfall - call me after darkfall
I'll bring the whip to sow my seed on your land
In the Paradise Steakhouse, where there's a cup of silver coffee
A sheath of steel so you may hold my sword in your hand

I'll cut you, divide you into tender pieces
No wings to fly away upon, my dear
In the Paradise Steakhouse, on a plate upon a table
I will carve your name with care to last the years

I'd like to eat you - I'd like to eat you
All fire will consume you - fire will consume you
Roast on the spit of love on this arrow true
In the Paradise Steakhouse I'll taste every finger
Picking in the ashes till the flames rise anew

I'd like to take you to the edge of every morning
On a magic eiderdown to a window chair
In the Paradise Steakhouse, where there's a cup of silver coffee
Steaming chrome reflections from the mist in your hair

Would you like to see my lion
My friend Cecil is damp and smooth
A damp, smooth sea lion
Yes, Cecil is a sea lion

Cecil is a sea lion, Cecil is a sea lion
Cecil is a sea lion, Cecil is a sea lion

Cecil is a clever sea lion
Cecil sometimes swims and often sits
And, uh, balances multicolored striped balls
Yes, balances multicolored striped balls
Clever Cecil

Cecil is a sea lion, Cecil is a sea lie

Cecil is a sea lion, Cecil is a sea lion
Cecil is a sea lion, Cecil is a sea lion

Cecil the sea lion is serene
He doesn't wear spectacles or a scarf
No central heating or cement
Well, the whole ocean is Cecil's home

Cecil is a sea lion, Cecil is a sea lion
Cecil is a sea lion, Cecil is a sea lion

Come running, go for overkill
If you don't come now I'll be over the hill, all right
Tell me, "All right."
Got a sell-by date, soon be out of stock
Pop me in your trolley you can start my clock, well, all right
Tell me, "All right."
I could be on your shelf, could be the risk you take
I'm a cup of hot coffee, I'm a piece of cake, piece of cake

I'm the hot chicken in your superstore
You can take me home if you can take me some more, well, all right
Tell me, "All right."
I could be on your shelf, could be the bread you bake
I can fill your larder, I'm a piece of cake, piece of cake - come on

Show me rosemary, I'll show her wild thyme
See you at the checkout or on the credit line, well, all right
Tell me, "All right."
I'm your spicy filling, I'm your low-fat spread
I'll be your smooth rubber, be your pencil lead, all right
Tell me, "All right."
If you set me to simmer, if you grill my steak
You can bowl me over, I'm a piece of cake, piece of cake - all right

INSTRUMENTAL

I walked down that boulder road
Through a child's eye saw places where I used to go
Where I crawled barefoot with a fishing pole
To the rock that overlooked that steelhead hole
But it's true - silver river turning blue

It was a small town in a smaller world
Just a black dot on an old map with its edges curled
Where they build their industries on the edge of town
Leaching chemicals from underground
Now, it's true - that silver river turning blue

Just got a late reaction
Face reality and stare it down
Sometimes it's harder hanging on
Much easier to look around
But I need that job

Well, this place, no city - we're just small players here
Like a million other heroes drinking poor man's beer
We know what's right, we're just living it wrong
But there's no easy answer in the green man's song
What do you do when your river's turning blue

I walked down that boulder road
Through a child's eye saw places where I used to go
Where I crawled barefoot with a fishing pole
To the rock that overlooked that steelhead hole
But it's true - that silver river turning blue

Just had a late reaction
Face reality and stare it down
Sometimes it's harder hanging on
Much easier to look around
But I need that job

Tearing down in double quick time
To get the A truck shifted bout midnight
The locker rooms are empty but the strobo tuners
Still spin with their pitching light
And someone with a yellow pass
Gives out precise directions as to where and when, uh oh
And earmarked with a drumstick
Young girls set to rendezvous and be recognized again

Tomorrow is an off-day
Be in Baltimore by Thursday is the only law
There's a suite down at the hotel
Reserved for making merry with connecting doors
The lighting man's already improvised a bar
And printed invitations to the ball
Off duty cops line corridors wearing tour T-shirts proudly
And the band may even call, yeah

Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives
Best boots and road suits and nine lives

Feeling that it might be wrong
To temporarily belong to the P.A. man
Some angel from the Midwest is regretting
Being undressed with no suntan
His Polaroid a-snapping
The head carpenter is rapping on the gates of dawn, uh oh
Sitting lonely with a warm beer
The girl with dental braces wishes that she hadn't gone

Crew nights, no bar fights or Reader�s Wives
Thin walls and late calls and nine lives
Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives
Best boots and road suits and nine lives

Young Gladys was a silky maiden
At thirteen she was going strong, yeah
Oh, Gladys
Nicely filled out, fully laden
But down below there's something wrong, yeah
Oh, Gladys

Nobody told her about the secrets that ladies have to hide
Mom had no words to describe the things that happened inside
Need someone to help me, I feel there's a curse on me, oh

Went down into the local disco
For what used to be the one-and-nines, yeah
Oh, Gladys
Felt a searching hand to frisk her
Along the length of her water line, yeah
Oh, Gladys

Now, Gladys knew she was in no condition, in no mood to play
I cracked a knee in a soft spot, nothing had got in her way
I want no one to touch me, I feel there's a curse on me, oh

Directed down to the local drugstore
Got fixed up, now she's doing fine, yeah
Oh, Gladys
Equipped with various kinds of apparatus
You know, the feminine hygiene kind, yeah
Oh, Gladys

Must have been a man to do this thing who won her fall from grace
That day he programmed Eve, you should have seen the smile on his face
He said, "You'll need someone to help you when you feel like cursing me," oh

She moves with machinery for the fancy sports car trade
Part of the industrial process - she sees that they stay made
She works from early A.M., they work her to the bone
When I call her in the evening she's too tired to lift the phone

Damned if I'll wait for her and I'll be damned if I don't
Damned if I only see that Rosa on the factory floor - all right, yeah

Signed on for the duration, they say she came from the East
With her tool bag and her coveralls, to pay the rent at least
She doesn't talk with workers on the rest of the line
And over in the canteen, she's alone most of the time

Somewhere in her history is a lock without a key
She doesn't trust the management, well, and she won't trust me
We're two different animals, we live jungles apart
She circles round her freedom and I circle round her heart

Oh, Rosa, oh, Rosa

She moves with machinery for the fancy sports car trade
Part of the industrial process, well, she sees that they stay made
She works from early A.M., well, they work her to the bone
When I call her in the evening, she's too tired to reach the phone, yeah

Damned if I'll wait for her and I'll be damned if I don't
Damned if I only see that Rosa on the factory floor
Damned if I'll wait for her and I'll be damned if I don't
Damned if I only see that Rosa on the factory floor, oh, yeah
Oh, Rosa on the factory floor
Yeah, Rosa on the factory floor, yeah

Hey, Santa, pass us that bottle, will - oh, no, we've done that

A small cigar can change the world
I know, I've done it frequently at parties
Where I've won all the guests' attention
With my generosity and suave gentlemanly bearing
A little flat tin case is all you need
Breast-pocket conversation opener
And one of those ciggie lighters that look rather good
You can throw away when empty
Must be declared a great success
My small cigars all vanish within minutes

Excuse me, mine host, that I may visit a nearby tobacconist
To replenish my supply of small cigars and make the party swing again

I know my clothes seem shabby and don't fit this Hampstead soiree
Where unread copies of Rolling Stone, well-thumbed Playboys
Decorate the hi-fi stereo record shelves
If you ask me they're on their way to upper-middle-class oblivion
The stupid twits, they roll their only one cigarette between them
My small cigar's redundant now in the haze of smoking pleasure
Call it a day, get the hell away
Go down the cafe for a cup of real tea

By the tube station there's a drunk old fool who sells papers in the rush hour
I hand to him ten small cigars, he smiles, says, "Son, God bless you."

A small cigar has changed his world, my friend
A small cigar has changed the world again

A small cigar, a small cigar
A small cigar, a small cigar

One day he'll walk from out this place
You'll see a quiet determination on his face
He'll toe no lines, suffer no fools
But he'll raise three cheers to the losing team from the other school
A little dedication, a little pair of daddy's shoes to fill
Complete education, one day he'll be a man of principle

But the battle's on and he'll play to win
Feel the blue blood rushing quick beneath his skin
And grim they stand and hard they fall
Harder still, when their backs are up against the wall
Gonna get your attention, but he's carrying his cross to the other hill
With divine intervention he can be a man of principle

In the evening light with a fair-ground girl
He stops himself as his head begins to whirl
And he walks her home and there's a kiss goodbye
She feels a chill as she looks him in the eye
Well, there's a time and a place now and it's not tonight she'll bend his will
Slow realization - she's looking at a man of principle

Hung from the highest station by his old school tie, undressed to kill
He could be a real sensation, but he's a man of principle

A little dedication, a little pair of daddy's shoes to fill
Complete education, one day he'll be a man of principle
He�s gonna get your attention, but he's carrying his cross to the other hill
With divine intervention, well, he can be a man of principle

All right and honorable gentlemen and lady, too
Will kindly try to restrain themselves in derring-do
As verbal hard graffiti flies and echoes wall to wall
Our precious model of democracy, it's the House of Commons brawl

One member from some dark mill town, furious, did cry
Spittle froth from folded chin to damn the lie
Let's serve this brief amid the rush of boos and loud catcalls
Let's finish this right here and now at the House of Commons brawl

Kick, punch went the government
As with jackets off they charged heaven-bent
Scratch, gouge went the other side
As the party firmly did divide

Another day in the lives of those who would guide us through
It follows perhaps that we should by their example do
But there again I think for less poor Guy went to the wall
The wrong house but the right idea to end the Commons brawl

I looked out of my window, saw a stenciled black
No step, no step
There were nervous mothers with children crying in the back
No step, no step

Someone bought me my ticket, now I'm on the wing
Hope my angels are watching me, do I hear them sing
No step, no step

Those afterburners cut in and kicked us high
No step, no step
The thin air shimmered, the sun cut through and burned my eye
No step, no step

Someone bought me my ticket, now I'm on the wing
Hope my angels are watching me, do I hear them sing
No step, no step, no step
No step, no step, no step, no step
No

Give me a jet stream schooner or a crew-lagged goose
No step, no step
I'm a clear-air jockey when they turn me loose
No step, no step

Someone bought me my ticket to the captain's seat
Will the shakes soon leave me, will I find my feet
No step, no step, no step, no step
No step

Your mother she protected you and softened every blow
And brought you up to fear the worst, to be careful as you go
And the learned educators with drip-feed facts did fill
You up to here with reason, well-meaning overkill
If you find yourself a-growing to be old before your time
Get off the endless corridor, set your soul out on the line

And drive on the young side of life
Drive on the young side of life
Drive on the young side of life

When the pressure pains are building and you're forced to join the crush
In the race to mediocrity, so respectable and plush
And while the child within is raging and threatens to break out
Get off the endless corridor, make a timely turnabout

And drive on the young side of life
Drive on the young side of life
Drive on the young side of life

Drive on the young side of life
Drive on the young side of life
Drive on the young side of life
Drive on the young side of life
Drive on the young side of life

Got a grand house out in the country, marble pillars holding the door
Empty bottles lining the wall from the night before
Got a Roller out in the garage but the wheels are stuck to the floor
Got no reason to go anywhere - no friends call anymore
I don't want to be me, I don't want to be me
I know it's hard to see, I don't want to be me

Had me playing down at the palace, I was declared the belle of the ball
Made the boys take my goods and chattels away, now I'm staring at an empty hall
I don't want to be me, I don't want to be me
I know it's hard to see, yeah, but I don't want to be me

Pardon me, I'm on my way, pardon me but I'm going
Taking on the simple life and I feel the grass roots growing
I'm going to ride the ragged road, diamond spurs jangling into the sunset
No circuits running overload, well, maybe I'm not done yet

Now, there's nothing left in the cupboard and three bears' been eating my soup
My life is one big critical mess if you take a look
And the butler's off in Ibiza on expense account gone berserk
But I can't check out of this crazy world without being a jerk
I don't want to be me, I don't want to be me
I know it's hard to see, yeah, I don't want to be me

Pardon me, I'm on my way, pardon me but I'm going
Taking on the simple life and I feel the grass roots growing
I'm going to ride the ragged road, diamond spurs jangling into the sunset
No circuits running overload and maybe I'm not done yet
No, maybe I�m not done yet

Dirty white caravans down our road, sailing
Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake
With hot, red-faced drivers, horns flattened, fists wailing
Putting trust in blind corners as they overtake

And it's, "All come willing now, spend a shilling now."
Stack up the back of your new motor-car
There's home-dyed woolens
And wee plastic Cuillins
The day of the Broadford bazaar

Out of the north, no oil-rigs are drifting
And jobs for the many are down to the few
Blue-bottle choppers, they visit no longer
Like flies to the jampots, they were just passing through

And it's, "All come willing now, spend a shilling now."
Stack up the back of your new motor-car
Where once stood oil-rigs so phallic
There's only swear-words in Gaelic
To say at the Broadford bazaar

All kinds of people come down for the opening
Crofters and cottars, white settlers galore
And up on the hill there's an old sheep that's dying
But it had two new lambs born just a fortnight before

And it's, "All come willing now, spend a shilling now."
Stack up the back of your new motor-car
We'll take pounds, francs and dollars from the well-heeled
And stamps from the Green Shield
The day of the Broadford Bazaar

Last light's out, they're all abed and something's in my room
Creeping down towards me on the wall
Daddy said it's just some flickering headlight through the gloom
Making shapes through trees outside the hall

But what the hell does he know, he doesn't feel the dread
The cold restricting terror in the dark
I've seen that silhouette before, something the newsman said
Something bout some monster in the park

It's you - you're the man on the TV screen
It's you - front page face of the dead
Locked up in the light of day
At night come out to play
To terrorize me there above my bed

The air is still and heavy now, there's thunder in the sky
He's dreaming up some message he can send
I'm scared completely helpless and I think I'm going to cry
Are grownups brave or do they just pretend

His face is growing clearer, I can see his eyes glow red
My teddy bear's the only friend I feel
The shadow's hand slips down the wall and touches teddy's head
I now suspect that shadow will touch me

It's you - you're the man on the TV screen
It's you - front page face of the dead
Locked up in the light of day
At night come out to play
To terrorize me there above my bed, watch out

It's you - you're the man on the TV screen
It's you - front page face of the dead
Locked up in the light of day
At night come out to play
To terrorize me there above my bed, yeah

It�s you

Stopped off on a long drive down from the high country
Spent a long time sitting here, long time counting hot miles
Oh, oh - I'd like a cup of black coffee and a piece of sweet cake
But the girl in the print dress doesn't want my money
She won't take it, she says, oh, she says

Oh, she says, "I just know you're a Leo, yeah, I can tell you've got a lion's heart."
She went on in this way for a while, like some sixties sister playing a part
Oh, oh - this cup of black coffee gonna do me just fine
Through the dust in the mirror tiles I can see that door, keep it close behind

Oh, she says, she says, "Come on over to my house, make a journey here sometime
You know there's a party going on, a ladder in my stocking you can climb
There's a ladder you can climb."

Oh, she looked so liberated, she was looking fit to start
She got this back to front and sideways, wore her sleeve upon her heart
Oh, oh - just one more coffee's bout all I can take
Have to do a truck stop runner now, I'm not man enough to make it, she says, she says

Oh ,she says, she says, "Come on over to my house, make a journey here sometime
You know there's a party going on, a ladder in my stocking you can climb
There's a ladder you can climb."

Stopped off on a long drive down from the high country
Spent a long time sitting here, long time counting hot miles
Oh, oh - I'd like a cup of black coffee and a piece of sweet cake
But the girl in the print dress doesn't want my money
She won't take it, she says, she says

She says, "Come on over to my house, make a journey here sometime
Kick off those tired sports shoes, I got a ladder in my stocking you can climb
A ladder in my stocking you can climb."

Truck stop runner
I'll be a truck stop runner
Truck stop runner
Truck stop runner
Truck stop runner

Hard liner - she brings ice when I bring fire
She's a hard liner - tightrope cross Niagara, she'd cut the wire
Never feel a thing
Walked the sidewalk of another strange avenue
Kicked my heels and wished my feet were in some other shoes
But I'm not running
From that hard liner - well, she brings ice when I bring fire
She's a real hard liner - how does she retain my hard desire
It's a funny thing
Knows what she wants, knows how to get it, too
Scares me with cold logic, scares me with the witch's brew
But I keep on drinking - hard liner, oh, oh, oh

Hard liner - I'm framed and I'm hanging on the wall
She's a hard liner - I'm like some big game trophy hat-stand in the hall
But I remember warm and loving nights
Pier-head restaurants, swaying mast-head lights
It's a funny thing
Hard liner -  yeah, she brings ice when I bring fire
Hard liner - tightrope cross Niagara, don't cut my wire
Hard liner, hard, hard liner - she brings sun when I bring rain
She's a real hard liner - yeah, we've got it all crossed up again
Hard liner, hard liner
Now I don't think we can stay in the same town