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Post by Equus on Apr 18, 2014 20:22:16 GMT
Take it away... A Song For Jeffrey:Gonna lose my way tomorrow, Gonna give away my car. I'd take you along with me, But you would not go so far. Don't see what I do not want to see, You don't hear what I don't say. Won't be what I don't want to be, I continue in my way. Don't see, see, see where I'm goin', Don't see, see, see where I'm goin', Don't see, see, see where I'm goin' to, I don't want to. Everyday I see the mornin' come on in the same old way. I tell myself tomorrow brings me things I would not dream today.
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Post by Equus on Apr 18, 2014 20:34:40 GMT
Some Day 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. That's something that I laugh about. Bring in the good times, baby. And let the bad times out.
That old sun keeps on shining, But someday it won't shine for you. In the morning I'll be leaving. I'll leave your mother too.
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Post by Equus on Apr 19, 2014 5:24:30 GMT
Happy birthday Jack!! Jack-In-The-Green:
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. And 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 colours of the summer soldier --- carries the green flag all the winter long. Jack, do you never sleep --- 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 you 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. Oh, the mistlethrush is coming. Jack, put out the light.
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Post by Equus on Apr 19, 2014 17:10:00 GMT
Broadsword:
I see a dark sail on the horizon Set under a black 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 hearth and 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 I see a dark sail on the horizon Set under a black cloud that hides the sun So bring me my broadsword and clear understanding Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman So bring me my broadsword and my cross of gold as a talisman Broadsword...
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Post by Equus on Apr 21, 2014 18:10:06 GMT
...The hills are alive... oh, no, we've done that... Well, then what about this one... Gold-Tipped Boots, Black Jacket And Tie: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 turnin' again Yes an' I'm turnin' again Well, I'm turnin' again And I'm turnin' again Wearin' gold-tipped boots Black jacket and tie Black jacket and tie Well, I've been second to none This horse was ready to run Now I'm has-been and used Disarmed and de-fused But I'm turnin' again And I'm turnin' again Yes an' I'm turnin' again I'm turnin' again Wearin' 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 When I'm turnin' again Yes an' I'm turnin' again Well, I'm turnin' again Yes an' I'm turnin' again Wearin' gold-tipped boots Black jacket and tie Black jacket and tie
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Post by Equus on Apr 22, 2014 11:03:47 GMT
Mother Goose:
As I did walk by Hampstead Fair I came upon Mother Goose -- so I turned her loose -- she was screaming. And a foreign student said to me -- was it really true there are elephants and lions too in Piccadilly Circus?
Walked down by the bathing pond to try and catch some sun. Saw at least a hundred schoolgirls sobbing into hankerchiefs as one. I don't believe they knew I was a schoolboy.
And a bearded lady said to me -- if you start your raving and your misbehaving -- you'll be sorry. Then the chicken-fancier came to play -- with his long red beard (and his sister's weird: she drives a lorry).
Laughed down by the putting green -- I popped `em in their holes. Four and twenty labourers were labouring -- digging up their gold. I don't believe they knew that I was Long John Silver.
Saw Johnny Scarecrow make his rounds in his jet-black mac (which he won't give back) -- stole it from a snow man.
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Post by Equus on Apr 22, 2014 11:12:14 GMT
Lick Your Fingers Clean:
I'll see you at the weighing in When your life's sum total's made And you set your wealth in godly deeds Against the sins you've laid
So you place your final burden On your hard pressed next of kin Send the chamber pot back down the line To be filled up again
Take your mind off your election And try to get it straight And don't pretend perfection You'll be crucified too late
And I'll say you really should make the deal As he offers 'round the hat Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean I'll thank you all for that
And as you join the good ship earth And you mingle with the dust Be sure to leave your underpants With someone you can trust
And the hard headed social worker Who bathes his hands in blood Will welcome you with arms held high And cover you with mud
And he'll say you really should make the deal As he offers 'round the hat Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean Well, I'll thank you all for that
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Post by Equus on Apr 23, 2014 11:35:09 GMT
Old School Song:
From playing fields to killing fields: just one small step of madness. Officer training, uniform, boys together shower together. Rank and file can be just fine but that's not what we're here for. So, sign upon the dotted line, be commissioned, Hell for leather.
How we sang that old school song, from Pirates of Penzance. Foemen bearing steel, we slapped our chests and raised our voices. No mad poets we, or painters twee but young men with a yearning To flex our might for all that's right when face with moral choices.
Wrapped in the old school song, we fly our colours high. Bravo! The old school song! Harsh reality, by and by.
Dad delivered us from the Hun and we reflect his selfless deed On this desert plain of conflict where special forces, choppers need. Fly-boy coming to collect you, lift you up and then protect you. Be this gung or be this ho, may glorious battle resurrect you.
Wrapped in the old school song, we fly our colours high. Bravo! The old school song! Harsh reality, by and by.
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Post by Equus on Apr 23, 2014 11:49:18 GMT
Wootton Bassett Town:
Hourglass sands run through my veins like blood draining from a salty wound. Mad Mars forgets the cost of strife, serves no longer, purpose in my life. I lie in sweat, cry others' tears and write a letter to my Mum, My wife, my God unheard, unseen, Who never thinks to intervene.
Oh, what pain and oh, what lie has called to us, from heaven on high? This cruel and harsh sweet punishment for follies acted, leaves us spent. Long road to Baghdad, then Persian hordes? Where will we stop to sheath our swords? IEDs lie patient, sleeping, wake when soldier boots come creeping.
Hourglass sands run through my veins like blood draining from a salty wound. Mad Mars forgets the cost of strife, serves no longer, purpose in my life. Down this dusty scorched wind-blast track, eyes facing forward, ne'er look back. As rain comes down on Wootton Bassett Town, black hearses crawl and church bells sound. Bikers, burghers line the kerbs; a politician, a Highness Royal. Chance shoppers, tradesmen, stiffly stand and shed their tears for the military man
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Post by Equus on Apr 24, 2014 5:41:25 GMT
Queen And Country:
The wind is on the river and the tide has turned too late, so we're sailing for another shore where some other ladies wait. To throw us silken whispers: catch us by the anchor chains --- But we all laugh so politely and we sail on just the same. For Queen and Country in the long dying day, And it's been this way for five long years, since we signed our souls away. We bring back gold and ivory; rings of diamonds; strings of pearls --- make presents to the government so they can have their social whirl With Queen and Country in the long dying day. And it's been this way for five long years since we signed our souls away. They build schools and they build factories With the spoils of battles won. And we remain their pretty sailor boys --- hold our heads up to the gun Of Queen and Country in the long dying day. And it's been this way for five long years since we signed our souls away. To Queen and Country in the long dying day. And it's been this way for five long years since we signed our souls away.
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Post by Equus on Apr 24, 2014 5:47:05 GMT
I hope you like this little Thread of mine... I have created this Thread in order to celebrate the genius of Ian Anderson, and all of the great musicians that have played, and still play, under the banner of Jethro Tull/Ian Anderson/Jethro Tull's Ian Anderson... well... you know what I mean... who have enhanced, but also added substantially to, and graciously come up with their own ideas, and thereby made such a big, and important difference when they played, and still play, the basic tunes, and lyrics of Ian Anderson... (That wasn't easy...) Anyway... I have also created this thread so that visitors of this magnificent Jethro Tull Forum, have a little taste of what we are really talking about... You can always click on: The daily song thread, where you will find a collection of Tull tunes... and buy yourself a great pair of speakers... Logitech z323 is an excellent choice... Just a little humble suggestion, if you are listening to great music, using crappy speakers... ... let's remember the 11th commandment... The comandment that Moses kept for himself, because he thought we wasn't ready for it: "Thou shalt not listen to great music on crappy speakers!!"Bungle In The Jungle:Walking through forests of palm tree apartments --- scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents down by the waterhole --- drunk every Friday --- eating their nuts --- saving their raisins for Sunday. Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows --- they're fast but they're lazy, and sleep in green meadows. Let's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all right by me. I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree. Just say a word and the boys will be right there: with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air. Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder? Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder. I'll write on your tombstone, ``I thank you for dinner.'' This game that we animals play is a winner. Let's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all right by me. I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree. The rivers are full of crocodile nasties and He who made kittens put snakes in the grass. He's a lover of life but a player of pawns --- yes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn to light up His Jungle as play is resumed. The monkeys seem willing to strike up the tune.
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Post by Equus on Apr 25, 2014 6:41:30 GMT
Taxi Grab:
Shake a leg, it's the big rush Can't find a taxi, can't find a bus Bodies jammed in the underground Evacuating London town
Nowhere to put your feet As the big store shoppers And the pavements meet Red lights, pin stripes Short step shuffle into the night
Tea time calls, the Bingo Halls Open at seven in the old front stalls How about a Taxi Grab
There's an empty cab by the taxi stand Driver's in the cafe washing his hands Big diesel idles, the keys inside C'mon Sally, let's take a ride
Flag down, uptown, no sweat For rush hour travel It's the best bet yet, Taxi Grab
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Post by Equus on Apr 25, 2014 6:46:46 GMT
Requiem:
Well, I saw a bird today --- flying from a bush and the wind blew it away. And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly at play --- velvet veined. I saw it burn. With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew right on by. And, taking in the morning, I sang --- O Requiem. Well, my lady told me, ``Stay.'' I looked aside and walked away along the Strand. But I didn't say a word, as the train time-table blurred close behind the taxi stand. Saw her face in the tear-drop black cab window. Fading in the traffic; watched her go. And taking in the morning, heard myself singing --- O Requiem. Here I go again. It's the same old story. Well, I saw a bird today --- I looked aside and walked away along the Strand.
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Post by steelmonkey on Apr 25, 2014 16:29:22 GMT
Somewhere in the Tull tape vaults languishes a twenty minute Requiem encompassing 'Summer Day Sands' and more. This song started life as a Budapest style opus but got cut in half and futher edited.....will we ever hear the stillborn, longer Requiem ?
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Post by steelmonkey on Apr 25, 2014 16:33:50 GMT
Taxi Grab always gives me a smile. I had a pit bull named Taxi for 13 years. One roomate always had the good idea to crank up the volume at the start of the song to see if Taxi responded to the loud yell of her name....she never did.
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Post by Equus on Apr 25, 2014 16:41:55 GMT
Taxi Grab always gives me a smile. I had a pit bull named Taxi for 13 years. One roomate always had the good idea to crank up the volume at the start of the song to see if Taxi responded to the loud yell of her name....she never did. Love that story, Bernie! If I ever get a dog, I will definitely call it Taxi... and do the same! ROFL
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Post by Equus on Apr 25, 2014 16:48:50 GMT
Somewhere in the Tull tape vaults languishes a twenty minute Requiem encompassing 'Summer Day Sands' and more. This song started life as a Budapest style opus but got cut in half and futher edited.....will we ever hear the stillborn, longer Requiem ? Let's hope the best... So, if you are reading this, Ian! Bring it on... and all the other stuff that you are hiding...
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Post by Equus on Apr 26, 2014 7:19:41 GMT
Rare And Precious Chain:
Rare and precious chain -- Do I have to tell you, tell you once again? Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. Rare and precious chain -- Binds me to your soul round gently pulsing veins. Shackled tight, feel love's bite coming back to you.
No gold of fools. No hostage taking. No engagement rules. To leave you forsaken.
Tiny beads of sweat -- thin diamond glistening, glistening around your neck, forgotten rooms, dark catacombs they all come back to you.
No crock of glittering prizes. No sharply worded telegram. No excuses for the word-weary. No excuses for who I am.
It's a rare and precious chain. Around your neck I place it, place it once again. Drawn finger tight, feel love's bite coming back to you. Under red lights, on soft nights, it all comes back to you. Rare and precious chain.
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Post by Equus on Apr 26, 2014 10:38:38 GMT
This Free Will:
She peeled from a stretch black snake which slipped up to the hotel door. Darting looks from piercing eyes -- The stir of memory and then no more. Well, you know how I have to believe -- She can almost remember my name.
It's been a long time coming, babe -- Long time loose amongst foreign hills -- Shaking my faith in this free will.
Years ago in a coastal town, mosquitoes buzzed in her hair. Schooldress torn and bare feet brown -- Then the rains came and she wasn't there. You're closing your doors on me when you had almost remembered my name.
It's been a long time coming, babe -- Long time loose amongst foreign hills -- Shaking my faith in this free will.
Sharp points in an ink black sky -- Faint words collide, then are lost. I'll follow you beneath this dome -- Win you back at any cost. I know we were children then, but you can almost remember my name.
It's been a long time coming, babe -- Long time loose amongst foreign hills -- Well, let's be children still -- Don't shake my faith in this free will.
Don't shake my faith in this free will.
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Post by steelmonkey on Apr 26, 2014 15:58:05 GMT
Turnpike Inn has a 'Roots to Branches' feel.
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Post by Equus on May 1, 2014 17:34:47 GMT
The idea is really to play both videos simultaneous, and that can be done if the volume is turned way up concerning Jethro Tull, and the space shuttle video is substantially lower... So, now it's up to you...
For Michael Collins, Jeffrey And Me:
Watery eyes of the last sighing seconds, blue reflections mute and dim beckon tearful child of wonder to repentance of the sin. And the blind and lusty lovers of the great eternal lie go on believing nothing since something has to die. And the ape's curiosity -- money power wins, and the yellow soft mountains move under him.
I'm with you L.E.M. though it's a shame that it had to be you. The mother ship is just a blip from your trip made for two. I'm with you boys, so please employ just a little extra care. It's on my mind I'm left behind when I should have been there. Walking with you.
And the limp face hungry viewers fight to fasten with their eyes like the man hung from the trapeze -- whose fall will satisfy. And congratulate each other on their rare and wondrous deed That their begrudged money bought to sow the monkey's seed. And the yellow soft mountains they grow very still witness as intrusion the humanoid thrill.
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Post by steelmonkey on May 1, 2014 17:52:46 GMT
The lyrics overlook his amazing, nearly-tourettic grunts and groans and whistles and yips and yaps....a feature of Under Wraps throughout !
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Post by Equus on May 1, 2014 17:52:36 GMT
Tundra:
Short Arctic desert day And someone left their snow shoes in the Tundra, ohh (Tundra) Look around every which way But I can't see just where the footprints go (Tundra)
Is it a casual disappearance? Plucked from the middle atmosphere Like straw wind blown No speck on the horizon, no simple message scrawled Upon the snow
Unearthly visitation Someone left their snow shoes in the Tundra (Tundra) Hungry buzzard flier circling round and round Rattling deaths tambourine (Tundra)
Have to run it down the cold wire Late insertion in tomorrows lost and found [Incomprehensible] Should I spread out searching? But I'm a little thin upon the ground [Incomprehensible] in the Tundra
So I raise my lips to coax The last drop of brandy from the bottle (Tundra) Rest my feet and contemplate the mystery that's haunting This Siberian space (Tundra)
Show-shoes they bind me down I'm just one more parasite of the surface layer I begin to get the feeling I've been on this stage before And I'm the only player
One more Arctic desert day Another set of shoes out in the Tundra snow, ohh I make my fade to white out And you cant see me where my footprints go, oh no
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Post by onewhiteduck on May 1, 2014 18:15:21 GMT
Good Thread. $h1t Song. Nuff Said.
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Post by steelmonkey on May 1, 2014 19:01:12 GMT
Tundra is in my bottom 10.
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Post by Equus on May 1, 2014 20:43:33 GMT
Tundra is in my bottom 10. I know that a lot of Tull fans don't like this song... I don't get it...
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Post by Deleted on May 1, 2014 20:47:47 GMT
Tundra is in my bottom 10. I know that a lot of Tull fans don't like this song... I don't get it... steelmonkey or stealmoney lives where the sun shines all the time, he needs to walk a mile in my snowshoes to get the drift.
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Post by Equus on May 1, 2014 21:10:58 GMT
Undressed To Kill:
Working on the late shift First drink of the day Pull a chair up to the table Have to look the other way
What kind of place am I in And who's this over here? Shaking through the silver bubbles Climbing through my beer
Won't let it move me But I can't sit still Could you meet the eyes of a working girl Undressed to kill?
Staring through the smoke haze Plaid shirts in the night Well, I'm making sure that everything Is zipped up tight
Who's that jumping on the table Putting tonic in my gin? Brushing silken dollars On her cold white skin
Won't let it move me But I can't sit still Could you meet the eyes of a working girl Undressed to kill?
She could have been sweet seventeen There again, well, so could I There was a tear drop sparkle On the inside of her thigh
Going to fetch myself a cold beer I've got to get a grip Find some place to touch down Find a landing strip
Won't let it move me But I can't sit still Can you meet the eyes of a working girl All undressed to kill? Yeah
Who's that jumping on the table Putting tonic in my gin? Brushing silken dollars On her cold white skin
Won't let it move me But I can't sit still Can you meet the eyes of a working girl All undressed to kill?
Last one out is a cold duck Paddling down the road I wait outside, my motor running Got a warm dream to unload
Can I face her in the sunshine In the harsh real light of day? She walks out with recognition in her eyes I look away
Won't let it move me But I can't sit still Couldn't meet the eyes of a working girl Undressed to kill
Undressed to kill
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Post by Deleted on May 2, 2014 13:05:03 GMT
Martin Barre is just too Tull here. Amazing! Tear it up Martin!
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Post by steelmonkey on May 2, 2014 15:20:08 GMT
I love 'Hot Mango Flush. I think it's a great song. And the separate coda is good, too...what's it called? Mango Surprise ?
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