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Good morning Weather cock; How did you fare last night
Did the cold wind bite you, did you face up to the fright
When the leaves spin from October and whip around
your tail
Did you shake from the blast, did you shiver through
the gale?
Give us direction; the best of goodwill ===
Put us in touch with fair winds.
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song ===
Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.
Do you simply reflect changes in the patterns of the sky,
Or is it true to say the weather heeds the twinkle
in your eye?
Do you fight the rush of winter; do you hold snowflakes
at bay,
Do you lift the dawn sun from the fields and help him
on his way?
Good morning Weathercock; make this day bright.
Put us in touch with your fair winds.
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song
Point the way to better days we can share with you.
36
** Jethro Tull ***.
(p) 1978
1. No Lullaby (*78)
2. Sweet Dream (*71s)
3. Skating Away on the Thin Ice of the New Day (*74)
4. Jack in the Green (*77)
5. One Brown Mouse (*78)
6. A New Day Yesterday (*69)
7. Flute Solo Improvisation/God Rest Ye Merry
Gentlemen/Bouree
8. Song from the Wood (*77)
9. Thick As a Brick (*72)
10. Hunting Girl (*77)
11. Too Old To Rock and Roll, Too Young To Die (*76)
12. Conundrum (Martin Barre, B. Barlow)
13. Minstrel in the Gallery (*75)
14. Cross Eyed Mary (*71)
15. Quatrain (Martin Barre)
16. Aqualung (*71)
17. Locomotive Breath (*71)
18. The Dambusters March (Eric Coates)
(Chrysalis CH2 1201)
(*69) - see "STAND UP"
(*71) - see "AQUALUNG"
(*71s) - see "LIVING IN THE PAST"
(*72) - see "THICK AS A BRICK"
(*74) - see "WAR CHILD"
(*75) - see "MINSTREL IN THE GALLERY"
(*76) - see "TOO OLD TO ROCK'N'ROLL: TOO YOUNG TO DIE"
(*77) - see "SONGS FROM THE WOOD"
(*78) - see "HEAVY HORSES"
37
** Jethro Tull ***.
(p) 1979
1. North Sea Oil
2. Orion
3. Home
4. Dark Ages
5. Warm Sporran
6. Something's on the Move
7. Old Ghrosts
8. Dun Ringill
9. Flying Dutchman
10. Elegy
(Chrysalis CHR 1238)
38
** Jethro Tull ***.
(p) 1980
1. Crossfire
2. Flingdale Flyer
3. Workin' John Workin' Joe
4. Black Sunday
5. Protect & Survive
6. Butteries Not Encluded
7. Uniform
8. 4 w.d.(Low Ratio)
9. The Pine Marten's Jig
10. And Further On
(Chrysalis CHR 1301)
39
** Jethro Tull ***.
(p) 1982
1. Beastie
2. Clasp
3. Fallen on Hard Times
4. Flying Colours
5. Slow Marching Band
6. BroadSword
7. Pussy Willow
8. Watching Me Watching You
9. Seal Driver
10. Cheerio
(Chrysalis CHR 1380)
From early days of infancy through trembling years
of youth
long murky middle-age and final hours longin the tooth
he is the hundred names of terror -
creature you love the least
Picture his name before you and exorcise the beast.
He roved up and down through History - spectre with
tules to tell
In the darkness when the campfire's dead - to each
his private Hell
If you look behind your shoulder as you feel his eyes
to feast you can witness now the everchanging nature
of the Beast.
Beastie
If you wear a warmer sporran, you can keep the foe at bay
You can pop those pills and visit some psychiatrist
who'll say -
There is nothing I can do for you, everywhere's
a danger zone
I'd love to help get rid of it but I've got one of my own.
There's a beast upon my shoulder and a fiend upon my back
Feel his burning breath a-heaving, smoke oozing
from his stack
And he moves beneath the covers or he lies below the bed
He's the Beast upon you shoulder. He's price upon
your head.
He's the lonely fear of dying, and for some, of living too
He's your private nightmare pricking. He'd just love
to turn the screw
So stand as one defiant - Yes, and Let your voices swell.
Stare that Beastie in the face and really give him Hell.
40
** Jethro Tull ***.
We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits
gliding cold-eyed march towards the down behind
hard-weather hoods a-hiding
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.
Lets break the journey now on some lonely road
Sit down as strangers will, let the stress unload
Tolk 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 T.V. Eyes
of millions
hand to hand exchange the lie --
pretend to make the Clasp.
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 seen 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 that milk and honey's 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 re-possessed the Rolls Royce and the mink
Turning on the peace sign -- and it's back to the wood
Soon there will be raised an holy stink.
Somebody wake me. I've seen 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.
41
** Jethro Tull ***.
Shout if you will, but that just won't do
I, for one, would rather follow softer options
I'll take the easy line; another sip of wine
And if I ignore the face you wore, it's just a way of mine
to keep from flying colours.
Don't lay your bait while the whole world waits
around to see me shoot you down - it's all so second-rate.
When we can last for days on a loving night;
or for hours at least on a warm whisper given.
You always pick the best time to rise to the fight.
To break the hard bargain that we've driven
Once again were flying colours.
I thought we had it out the night before
and settled old scores, but not the hard way.
Was it a glass too much? Or a smile too few?
Did our friends all catch the needle match --
did we want them to ?
In a fancy restaurant we were all aglow
Keeping cool by mutual permission
How did the conversation get to where we came to blows
We were set up in a red condition
And again we're flying colours.
Shout -- but you see it still won't do
With my colours on I can be just as bad as you
Have I had a glass too Much? Did I give a smile too few?
Did our friends all catch the needle match --
did we want them to?
We act our parts so well, like we wrote the play
All so predictable and we know it.
We'll settle old scores now, and settle the hard way
You may not even live to outgrow it!
Once again we're flying colours.
Would you join a Slow Marching Band?
And take pleasure in your leaving
as the ferry sails and tears are dried
and cows come home at evening.
Could you get behind a Slow Marching Band?
-- join together in the passing
of all we shared through yesterdays
in sorrows neverlasting.
Take a hand and take a bow
You played for me; thats all for now
Oh, and never mind the words just ham
along and keep on going.
Walk on slowly -- don't look behind you
Don't say goodbye, love. I won't remind you.
Dream of me as the nights draw cold
still marking time through Winter
You paid the piper and called the tune
and you marched the band away.
42
** Jethro Tull ***.
I see a dark sail on the horizon
set under a dark cloud that hides the sun
Bring me my Broadsword and clear understanding
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman
Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing
Take women and children and bed them down
Bring me my Broadsword and clear understanding
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman
Bless with a hard heart those who surround me
Bless the women and children who firm our hands
Put our backs to the North wind. Hold fast by the river
Sweet memories to drive us on for the Motherland.
In the half-tone light of a young morning
she sighs and shifts on the pillow
And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly
to kiss the Pussy Willow.
In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing
in a sad voice nobody hears
She waits in her castle of make-believing
for her white knight to appear.
Pussy Willow -- down fur-lined avenue
brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes
Runs for the train -- see, eight o'clock's coming
cutting dreams down to size again.
She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing
on apartment in old Mayfair
On to fish the Spey, spinning the first run of Spring
or to die for a cause somewhere.
Pussy Willow -- down fur-lined avenue
brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes
Runs from the train. Near her typewriter humming
cutting dreams down to size again.
I sit by the cutting on the Beaconsfield line
He's watching me watching the trains go by
And they move so fast. -- Boy, they really fly
He's still watching me watching you
watching the trains go by.
And the way he stares -- feel like locking my door
and pulling my phone from the wall
His eyes, like lights from a laser burn
making my hair stand -- making the goose-bumps crawl.
He's watching me watching you watching him watching me
I'm watching you watching him watching me watching
Stares.
43
** Jethro Tull ***.
At the cocktail party with Bucks Fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by
And they move so smooth without even trying
He's still watching we watching the trains go by
And the crowd thins and he moves up close
but he doesn't speak
I have to look the other way
But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek
Got two drinks in his hand -- see his lips move
what the Hell's he trying to say
He's watching me watching you watching him watching me
I'm watching you watching him watching me watching
Stares.
Take you away for my magic ship
I have two hundred deisel horses thundering loud
Sea birds call your name and the mountains on fire
As the summer lightning cuts the sky like a hot wire
And you ride on the swell and your heart is alive
think I'll make you my seal driver.
I'm no great looker, I'm no fast shakes
I'll give you a steady push on
a six knot simmering high tide
I can hold us down -- keep our head to the wind
Or let us roll on the broadside, cold spray flying in
And we'll ride on the swell and our hearts are alive
let me make you my seal driver.
I could captain you if you'd crew for me
follow white flecked spindrift --
float on a moon-kissed sea
Could you fancy me as a pirate bold
Or a longship Viking warrior with the old gods on his side
Well, I'm an inshore man and I'm nobody's hero
But I'll make you tight for a windy night and a dark ride
Let me take you in hand and bring you alive
Going to make you my seal driver
Along the coast road, by the headland
the early lights of winter glow
I'll pour a cup to you my darling
Raise it up -- say Cheerio.
44
** Jethro Tull ***.
(p) 1984
1. Lap of Luxury
2. Under Wraps #1
3. European Legasy
4. Later, That Same Evening
5. Saboteur
6. Radio Free Moscow
7. Nobody's Car
8. Heat
9. Under Wraps #2
10. Paparazzi
11. Apogee
(Chrysalis)
45
** Jethro Tull ***.
(p) 1987
Did the cold wind bite you, did you face up to the fright
When the leaves spin from October and whip around
your tail
Did you shake from the blast, did you shiver through
the gale?
Give us direction; the best of goodwill ===
Put us in touch with fair winds.
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song ===
Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.
Do you simply reflect changes in the patterns of the sky,
Or is it true to say the weather heeds the twinkle
in your eye?
Do you fight the rush of winter; do you hold snowflakes
at bay,
Do you lift the dawn sun from the fields and help him
on his way?
Good morning Weathercock; make this day bright.
Put us in touch with your fair winds.
Sing to us softly, hum evening's song
Point the way to better days we can share with you.
36
** Jethro Tull ***.
(p) 1978
1. No Lullaby (*78)
2. Sweet Dream (*71s)
3. Skating Away on the Thin Ice of the New Day (*74)
4. Jack in the Green (*77)
5. One Brown Mouse (*78)
6. A New Day Yesterday (*69)
7. Flute Solo Improvisation/God Rest Ye Merry
Gentlemen/Bouree
8. Song from the Wood (*77)
9. Thick As a Brick (*72)
10. Hunting Girl (*77)
11. Too Old To Rock and Roll, Too Young To Die (*76)
12. Conundrum (Martin Barre, B. Barlow)
13. Minstrel in the Gallery (*75)
14. Cross Eyed Mary (*71)
15. Quatrain (Martin Barre)
16. Aqualung (*71)
17. Locomotive Breath (*71)
18. The Dambusters March (Eric Coates)
(Chrysalis CH2 1201)
(*69) - see "STAND UP"
(*71) - see "AQUALUNG"
(*71s) - see "LIVING IN THE PAST"
(*72) - see "THICK AS A BRICK"
(*74) - see "WAR CHILD"
(*75) - see "MINSTREL IN THE GALLERY"
(*76) - see "TOO OLD TO ROCK'N'ROLL: TOO YOUNG TO DIE"
(*77) - see "SONGS FROM THE WOOD"
(*78) - see "HEAVY HORSES"
37
** Jethro Tull ***.
(p) 1979
1. North Sea Oil
2. Orion
3. Home
4. Dark Ages
5. Warm Sporran
6. Something's on the Move
7. Old Ghrosts
8. Dun Ringill
9. Flying Dutchman
10. Elegy
(Chrysalis CHR 1238)
38
** Jethro Tull ***.
(p) 1980
1. Crossfire
2. Flingdale Flyer
3. Workin' John Workin' Joe
4. Black Sunday
5. Protect & Survive
6. Butteries Not Encluded
7. Uniform
8. 4 w.d.(Low Ratio)
9. The Pine Marten's Jig
10. And Further On
(Chrysalis CHR 1301)
39
** Jethro Tull ***.
(p) 1982
1. Beastie
2. Clasp
3. Fallen on Hard Times
4. Flying Colours
5. Slow Marching Band
6. BroadSword
7. Pussy Willow
8. Watching Me Watching You
9. Seal Driver
10. Cheerio
(Chrysalis CHR 1380)
From early days of infancy through trembling years
of youth
long murky middle-age and final hours longin the tooth
he is the hundred names of terror -
creature you love the least
Picture his name before you and exorcise the beast.
He roved up and down through History - spectre with
tules to tell
In the darkness when the campfire's dead - to each
his private Hell
If you look behind your shoulder as you feel his eyes
to feast you can witness now the everchanging nature
of the Beast.
Beastie
If you wear a warmer sporran, you can keep the foe at bay
You can pop those pills and visit some psychiatrist
who'll say -
There is nothing I can do for you, everywhere's
a danger zone
I'd love to help get rid of it but I've got one of my own.
There's a beast upon my shoulder and a fiend upon my back
Feel his burning breath a-heaving, smoke oozing
from his stack
And he moves beneath the covers or he lies below the bed
He's the Beast upon you shoulder. He's price upon
your head.
He's the lonely fear of dying, and for some, of living too
He's your private nightmare pricking. He'd just love
to turn the screw
So stand as one defiant - Yes, and Let your voices swell.
Stare that Beastie in the face and really give him Hell.
40
** Jethro Tull ***.
We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits
gliding cold-eyed march towards the down behind
hard-weather hoods a-hiding
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.
Lets break the journey now on some lonely road
Sit down as strangers will, let the stress unload
Tolk 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 T.V. Eyes
of millions
hand to hand exchange the lie --
pretend to make the Clasp.
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 seen 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 that milk and honey's 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 re-possessed the Rolls Royce and the mink
Turning on the peace sign -- and it's back to the wood
Soon there will be raised an holy stink.
Somebody wake me. I've seen 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.
41
** Jethro Tull ***.
Shout if you will, but that just won't do
I, for one, would rather follow softer options
I'll take the easy line; another sip of wine
And if I ignore the face you wore, it's just a way of mine
to keep from flying colours.
Don't lay your bait while the whole world waits
around to see me shoot you down - it's all so second-rate.
When we can last for days on a loving night;
or for hours at least on a warm whisper given.
You always pick the best time to rise to the fight.
To break the hard bargain that we've driven
Once again were flying colours.
I thought we had it out the night before
and settled old scores, but not the hard way.
Was it a glass too much? Or a smile too few?
Did our friends all catch the needle match --
did we want them to ?
In a fancy restaurant we were all aglow
Keeping cool by mutual permission
How did the conversation get to where we came to blows
We were set up in a red condition
And again we're flying colours.
Shout -- but you see it still won't do
With my colours on I can be just as bad as you
Have I had a glass too Much? Did I give a smile too few?
Did our friends all catch the needle match --
did we want them to?
We act our parts so well, like we wrote the play
All so predictable and we know it.
We'll settle old scores now, and settle the hard way
You may not even live to outgrow it!
Once again we're flying colours.
Would you join a Slow Marching Band?
And take pleasure in your leaving
as the ferry sails and tears are dried
and cows come home at evening.
Could you get behind a Slow Marching Band?
-- join together in the passing
of all we shared through yesterdays
in sorrows neverlasting.
Take a hand and take a bow
You played for me; thats all for now
Oh, and never mind the words just ham
along and keep on going.
Walk on slowly -- don't look behind you
Don't say goodbye, love. I won't remind you.
Dream of me as the nights draw cold
still marking time through Winter
You paid the piper and called the tune
and you marched the band away.
42
** Jethro Tull ***.
I see a dark sail on the horizon
set under a dark cloud that hides the sun
Bring me my Broadsword and clear understanding
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman
Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing
Take women and children and bed them down
Bring me my Broadsword and clear understanding
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman
Bless with a hard heart those who surround me
Bless the women and children who firm our hands
Put our backs to the North wind. Hold fast by the river
Sweet memories to drive us on for the Motherland.
In the half-tone light of a young morning
she sighs and shifts on the pillow
And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly
to kiss the Pussy Willow.
In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing
in a sad voice nobody hears
She waits in her castle of make-believing
for her white knight to appear.
Pussy Willow -- down fur-lined avenue
brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes
Runs for the train -- see, eight o'clock's coming
cutting dreams down to size again.
She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing
on apartment in old Mayfair
On to fish the Spey, spinning the first run of Spring
or to die for a cause somewhere.
Pussy Willow -- down fur-lined avenue
brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes
Runs from the train. Near her typewriter humming
cutting dreams down to size again.
I sit by the cutting on the Beaconsfield line
He's watching me watching the trains go by
And they move so fast. -- Boy, they really fly
He's still watching me watching you
watching the trains go by.
And the way he stares -- feel like locking my door
and pulling my phone from the wall
His eyes, like lights from a laser burn
making my hair stand -- making the goose-bumps crawl.
He's watching me watching you watching him watching me
I'm watching you watching him watching me watching
Stares.
43
** Jethro Tull ***.
At the cocktail party with Bucks Fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by
And they move so smooth without even trying
He's still watching we watching the trains go by
And the crowd thins and he moves up close
but he doesn't speak
I have to look the other way
But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek
Got two drinks in his hand -- see his lips move
what the Hell's he trying to say
He's watching me watching you watching him watching me
I'm watching you watching him watching me watching
Stares.
Take you away for my magic ship
I have two hundred deisel horses thundering loud
Sea birds call your name and the mountains on fire
As the summer lightning cuts the sky like a hot wire
And you ride on the swell and your heart is alive
think I'll make you my seal driver.
I'm no great looker, I'm no fast shakes
I'll give you a steady push on
a six knot simmering high tide
I can hold us down -- keep our head to the wind
Or let us roll on the broadside, cold spray flying in
And we'll ride on the swell and our hearts are alive
let me make you my seal driver.
I could captain you if you'd crew for me
follow white flecked spindrift --
float on a moon-kissed sea
Could you fancy me as a pirate bold
Or a longship Viking warrior with the old gods on his side
Well, I'm an inshore man and I'm nobody's hero
But I'll make you tight for a windy night and a dark ride
Let me take you in hand and bring you alive
Going to make you my seal driver
Along the coast road, by the headland
the early lights of winter glow
I'll pour a cup to you my darling
Raise it up -- say Cheerio.
44
** Jethro Tull ***.
(p) 1984
1. Lap of Luxury
2. Under Wraps #1
3. European Legasy
4. Later, That Same Evening
5. Saboteur
6. Radio Free Moscow
7. Nobody's Car
8. Heat
9. Under Wraps #2
10. Paparazzi
11. Apogee
(Chrysalis)
45
** Jethro Tull ***.
(p) 1987