Artist: Jethro Tull Album: Nothing Is Easy: Live At The Isle Of Wight 1970 {2004}

Please welcome Jethro Tull

Woo, hello, yeah, thank you, thank you
We're gonna do some old songs and some new songs
And, and one or two we've never played before, it seems
And the first one is a, a really old one, you know, really forgotten I think
It's from the very first album in the days of Mick Abrahams and all that
Martin listened to the record, said we're gonna play this one, it's called My Sunday Feeling
Thank you, yes
I hope you're tuned up - this is really exciting
Watch the finger, the magic finger - here we go
A-one, two, three, four, one, two, three


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
Till I get to put together, that old feeling can�t let me be

Don�t nobody ask me where I laid my head last night
Don�t nobody ask me where I laid my head last night
I really don�t remember, but with one more cigarette I think I might
Till I get to put together, that old feeling can�t get me right

Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said
Need some assistance, have you listened to what I said
Oh, I don�t feel so good, need someone to help me to my bed
Till I get to put together, that old feeling is in my head
Till I get to put together, oh, that old feeling is in my head


Thank you, thank you, thank you

Here's another one with a piano, this is a, a new song, it's called My God
My God - this is actually the beginning


People, what have you done
Locked Him in His golden cage, His golden cage
Made Him bend to your religion
Him resurrected from the grave, yeah, from the grave
He is the God of nothing, which is all that you can see
You are the God of everything, since he's inside you and me

So, lean upon Him gently
And don't call on Him to save
You from your social graces
And the sins you wish to waive, you wish to waive
The Jewish Christian Muslim is waiting to be free
He's claiming just a part of him was so a part of me

And the graven image Catholic, yeah
With His plastic crucifix, are you getting a fix
Confusing me as to who and where and why
As to how he gets his kicks, he gets his kicks
Confessing to the endless sin with endless whining sounds
You'll be praying till next Thursday to all the Gods that you can count

This is called With You There To Help Me, John Evan on the piano - right


In days of peace, yeah, sweet smelling summer nights
Of wine and song, yeah, dusty pavements burning feet, yeah
Why am I crying, I want to know, yeah
How can I smile and make it right, hey
For sixty days and eighty nights, yeah
And not give in and lose the fight, come on

I'm going back to the ones that I know
With whom I can be what I want to be
Just one week for the feeling to go
And with you there to help me then it probably will

I won't go down acting the same old play, no
Give sixty days for just one night, come on
Don't think I'd make it, yeah, but then I might

I'm going back to the ones that I know
With whom I can be what I want to be
Just one week for the feeling to go
And with you there to help me then it probably will

I'm going back to the ones that I know
With whom I can be what I want to be
Just one week for the feeling to go
And with you there to help me then it probably will, yes it will

Hey, go


Thank you, John Evan on piano, yeah, thank you, thank you

One, two, three, five


Flying so high, trying to remember
How many cigarettes did I bring along
When I get down I'll jump in a taxi cab
Driving through London town to cry you a song

Been a long time, still shakin' my wings
Well, I'm a glad bird, I got changes to ring

Closing my dream inside its paper-bag
Thought I saw angels but I could have been wrong
Search in my case, can't find what they're looking for
Waving me through to cry you a song

Been a long time, still shaking my wings
Well, I'm a glad bird, I got changes to ring

Lights in the street, a-peeping through curtains drawn
Rattling of safety chain, taking too long
The smile in your eyes was never so sweet before
Came down from the skies to cry you a song


Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you

A-one, two, three, four, one, two


INSTRUMENTAL


Thank you, thank you, Glen Cornick on bass
Yes, yes, yes - thank you, thank you

This is called Dharma For One
Clive Bunker on the drums, an oldie - gaw, they love you


Dharma, seek and you will find truth within your mind, Dharma
Dharma, each to his own we say, together we'll end astray, Dharma
Dharma, that confusion burns, see but he never learns, Dharma, da-da-da, Dharma
Truth is like freedom, it doesn't fool me
Be true to yourself, never think that you're free
Dharma will come eventually

Dharma, Dharma, Dharma, Dharma
Dharma, Dharma, Dharma, Da-ooh
Dharma

Dharma, each to his own we say, together we'll end astray, Dharma, da-da-da Dharma
Truth is like freedom, it doesn't fool me
Be true to yourself, never think that you're free
Dharma will come eventually

One, two, three, four
Dharma, Dharma, Dharma, Dharma
Da-da-da-da-da-da, Dharma, da-da-da-da, oh
Da-da-da-da-da


Thank you, thank you - Clive Bunker in the drums, yeah
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you

Hey, we'll do one more for you, this is called , this is called Nothing Is Easy
Thanks for coming, hope you had a good time, we'll see you next year, maybe - see you again


Yeah
Nothing is easy, though time gets you worrying, my friend, it's okay
Just take your life easy, 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

Yeah
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

Whenever I get to feel this way
Hard to find new words to say
I think about the bad old days we used to know
Nights of winter turn me cold
Fears of dying, getting old
We ran the race and the race was won, yeah, by running slowly
Could be soon we'll cease to sound
Slowly upstairs, faster down
Then to revisit stony grounds we used to know
Remembering mornings, shillings spent
It made no sense to leave the bed
The bad old days they came and went, giving way to fruitful years

Did you hear mother saying I'm wrong, but I know I'm right
Did you hear father calling my name into the night
Saying I'll never be what I am now
Telling me I'll never find what I've already found
It was they who were wrong
And for them here's a song

Did you hear baby come back and tell you the things he's seen
Did it surprise you being picked up at eight in a limousine
Doing the things he's accustomed to do
Which at one time it seemed like a dream, now it's true
And unknowing you made
It all happen this way


Thank you - Martin Barre

Thank you, goodnight, thank you