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Post by Equus on Oct 13, 2014 22:10:05 GMT
The ultimate song for the homesick... Love this song...
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Post by Equus on Oct 14, 2014 9:00:29 GMT
...By the way... What is he really doing... Looking out for the mini-skirted princess? With great finesse?
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Post by Equus on Oct 15, 2014 7:40:34 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 steelmonkey on Oct 15, 2014 16:12:40 GMT
Saw a recent review where Q and C was called 'Town and Country'....nice try...'Town and Country' was a crap novel by Kerouac ( or was it 'town and city' ?) and the name of a chain of corner grocery stores in Denver when I was a kid that featured a few rotting fruits and vegetables out front and tons of wino quality cheap booze inside....yeah, right.
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Post by Equus on Oct 15, 2014 19:18:54 GMT
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Post by Equus on Oct 16, 2014 18:59:31 GMT
Inside:
All the places I've been make it hard to begin to enjoy life again on the inside, but I mean to. Take a walk around the block and be glad that I've got me some time to be in from the outside, and inside with you.
I'm sitting on the corner feeling glad. Got no money coming in but I can't be sad. That was the best cup of coffee I ever had. And I won't worry about a thing because we've got it made, here on the inside, outside so far away.
And we'll laugh and we'll sing get someone to bring our friends here for tea in the evening -- Old Jeffrey makes three. Take a walk in the park, does the wind in the dark sound like music to you? Well I'm thinking it does to me.
Can you cook, can you sew -- well, I don't want to know. That is not what you need on the inside, to make the time go.
Counting lambs, counting sheep we will fall into sleep and we awake to a new day of living and loving you so.
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Post by Aqualung1989 on Oct 17, 2014 7:36:05 GMT
Inside:All the places I've been make it hard to begin to enjoy life again on the inside, but I mean to. Take a walk around the block and be glad that I've got me some time to be in from the outside, and inside with you. I'm sitting on the corner feeling glad. Got no money coming in but I can't be sad. That was the best cup of coffee I ever had. And I won't worry about a thing because we've got it made, here on the inside, outside so far away. And we'll laugh and we'll sing get someone to bring our friends here for tea in the evening -- Old Jeffrey makes three. Take a walk in the park, does the wind in the dark sound like music to you? Well I'm thinking it does to me. Can you cook, can you sew -- well, I don't want to know. That is not what you need on the inside, to make the time go. Counting lambs, counting sheep we will fall into sleep and we awake to a new day of living and loving you so. This one makes my heart happy, Tull doesn't have to get super complex to be great.
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Post by Equus on Oct 17, 2014 9:07:07 GMT
Inside is a very special song. I've always loved it, but probably misunderstood it most of my life. I say probably, because I'm still not sure if I understand it... For years I thought that Ian was singing: "Got no money coming in, but it kept me sad..."
This led me to believe that the song was about finding the "real values" in life... Whatever that is... That the materialistic world was to be avoided... but Anderson actually sings: "Got no money coming in, but I can't be sad..."
And that leads me to believe that the narrator really wants the money, even needs the money, and is struggling to keep his spirit up by changing the focus on the things that he's got. The simple things in life... The fact is that we all need money... or should I say that we are all addicted to the basics in life... Food is one of them... Personally I'm not a very materialistic person. I find pleasure in the simple things in life, but wouldn't mind if I suddenly had a few millions on my bank account...
Money can open the doors to many adventures, so I'm not saying that money doesn't matter... but sometimes the price for getting more things, are simply too high... Some people are stressed out of their mind, in order to keep up with their neighbors ever escalating consumption of new and "better things..."
The first years of Jethro Tull was a time of extreme struggle... According to Anderson he ate dog food to keep going... Personally I believe him... I mean, why should anyone lie about something like that? In the song Inside, it seems to me that the narrator is taking a step back, retreating in the corner, evaluating his life, and at least in that particular moment, coming to the conclusion, that he is better of where he is right now... The heavy weight of the conqueror is momentarily lifted from his shoulders...
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2014 14:48:05 GMT
Rocks On The Road There's a black cat down on the quayside. Ship's lights, green eyes glowing in the dark. Two young cops handing out a beating: know how to hurt and leave no mark. Down in the half-lit bar of the hotel there's a call for the last round of the day. Push back the stool, take that elevator ride. Fall in bed and kick my shoes away, kick my shoes away, kick my shoes away. Rocks on the road. Can't sleep through the wild sound of the city. Hear a car full of young boys heading for a fight. Long distance telephone keeps ringing out engaged: wonder who you're talking with tonight. Talking with tonight. Who you talking with tonight? Rocks on the road. Tired plumbing wakes me in the morning. Shower runs hot, runs cold playing with me. Well, I'm up for the down side, life's a bitch and all that stuff: so come and shake some apples from my tree. Have to pay for my minibar madness. Itemised phone bill overload. Well now, how about some heavy rolling? Move these rocks on the road. On the road Rocks on the road. Crumbs on the breakfast table. And a million other little things to spoil my day. Now how about a little light music to chase it all away? To chase it all away. There's a black cat down on the quayside. Ship's lights, green eyes glowing in the dark. Two young cops handing out a beating: know how to hurt and leave no mark. Down in the half-lit bar of the hotel there's a call for the last round of the day. Push back the stool, take that elevator ride. Fall in bed and kick my shoes away, kick my shoes away, kick my shoes away. Rocks on the road. Kick my shoes away, kick my shoes away. Rocks on the road. www.cupofwonder.com/catfish.html#rocksontheroad
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Post by Equus on Oct 18, 2014 19:13:19 GMT
Son:Oh, I feel sympathy. Be grateful my son for what you get. Expression and passion. Ten days for watching the sunset; when I was your age amusement we made for ourselves. ''Permission to breathe sir,'' don't talk like that, I'm your old man. They'll soon be demobbed son, so join up as soon as you can. You can't borrow that `cos that's for the races and doesn't grow on trees. I only feel what touches me and feel in touching I can see a better state to be in. Who has the right to question what I might do, in feeling I should touch the real and only things I feel. It's advice and it's nice to know when you're best advised. You've only turned thirty, so son, you'd better apologize. And when you grow up, if you're good we will buy you a biiiiiiikkke...
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Post by steelmonkey on Oct 18, 2014 21:20:45 GMT
Rocks on the Road: ...Ian out Willies Willie Nelson Son: Part one of the bad dad trilogy that includes heavy hitters: Wind Up and TAAB.
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Post by Equus on Oct 19, 2014 7:45:26 GMT
Rocks on the Road: ...Ian out Willies Willie Nelson Son: Part one of the bad dad trilogy that includes heavy hitters: Wind Up and TAAB. Parents can sometimes be very difficult... It is important to choose them well...
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Post by Aqualung1989 on Oct 19, 2014 19:32:48 GMT
Rocks On The Road There's a black cat down on the quayside. Ship's lights, green eyes glowing in the dark. Two young cops handing out a beating: know how to hurt and leave no mark. Down in the half-lit bar of the hotel there's a call for the last round of the day. Push back the stool, take that elevator ride. Fall in bed and kick my shoes away, kick my shoes away, kick my shoes away. Rocks on the road. Can't sleep through the wild sound of the city. Hear a car full of young boys heading for a fight. Long distance telephone keeps ringing out engaged: wonder who you're talking with tonight. Talking with tonight. Who you talking with tonight? Rocks on the road. Tired plumbing wakes me in the morning. Shower runs hot, runs cold playing with me. Well, I'm up for the down side, life's a bitch and all that stuff: so come and shake some apples from my tree. Have to pay for my minibar madness. Itemised phone bill overload. Well now, how about some heavy rolling? Move these rocks on the road. On the road Rocks on the road. Crumbs on the breakfast table. And a million other little things to spoil my day. Now how about a little light music to chase it all away? To chase it all away. There's a black cat down on the quayside. Ship's lights, green eyes glowing in the dark. Two young cops handing out a beating: know how to hurt and leave no mark. Down in the half-lit bar of the hotel there's a call for the last round of the day. Push back the stool, take that elevator ride. Fall in bed and kick my shoes away, kick my shoes away, kick my shoes away. Rocks on the road. Kick my shoes away, kick my shoes away. Rocks on the road. www.cupofwonder.com/catfish.html#rocksontheroadMy favourite version
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Post by Equus on Oct 20, 2014 8:20:59 GMT
Living in the past... A controversial title for sure, but one of my personal favorite Jethro Tull titles... Human beings tend to look to the future for a better world, but maybe the "glorious" past holds the key to a better future? So here we are... In the present... We can look back, and we can look forward... but we won't give in... Let's go living, in the past!
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Post by Equus on Oct 22, 2014 19:40:27 GMT
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Post by Equus on Oct 25, 2014 13:54:44 GMT
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Post by Equus on Oct 25, 2014 18:54:04 GMT
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Post by Equus on Oct 25, 2014 21:58:02 GMT
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2014 16:35:11 GMT
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Post by Equus on Oct 31, 2014 20:15:30 GMT
Spiral:Kilometers from nowhere on a scented avenue - Lined with poppy girls. I didn't stop, stop to say hello. Curious vendors - waving bric-a-brac - Looked me over - Thought it best, best that I should go. Don't wake me... I'm falling. Slow spiral into morning. Who's out there? Can't hear you. Ears covered - Early warning. Alarm bells ringing. Time to make my peace with the dreary day. I waited tables - I was tipped in roubles. Wine to water Was the best that I could do. Wild office parties split the silence. Loaves and fishes at an empty table laid for two. Down the spiral, spinning madly. Gathering momentum On a Disneyesque adventure ride. I fly in colours from richer palettes. Famous artists running scared as worlds collide. www.cupofwonder.com/dotcom2.html#spiral2
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Post by Equus on Nov 1, 2014 19:00:26 GMT
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Post by Equus on Nov 2, 2014 8:23:49 GMT
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Post by Equus on Nov 2, 2014 17:35:47 GMT
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Post by Equus on Nov 3, 2014 12:07:23 GMT
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Post by Aqualung1989 on Nov 3, 2014 19:36:43 GMT
Gotta love the ALLM version, most of all the part where Martin and Dave Pegg play Bach's double violin concerto. The sound is so clean, Peggy really nails it this time.
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Post by Equus on Nov 7, 2014 7:34:01 GMT
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Post by Equus on Nov 7, 2014 12:14:37 GMT
May God help us all! Protect And Survive:They said protect and you'll survive --- (but our postman didn't call) 8lbs. of over-pressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall They said protect and you'll survive E.M.P. took out the radio --- (and our milk-man didn't call) Flash blinded by the pretty lights, didn't see his bottles fall or feel the warm black rain arrive Big friendly cloud builds in the West (and our dust-men haven't called) They left the dual carriageway at a hundred miles an hour --- a tail wind chasing them away And in deep shelters lurk below, sub-regional control who sympathise but cannot help to mend your body or your soul Self-appointed guadians of the race with egg upon their face When steady sirens sing all-clear they pop up, find nobody here And so I watch two new suns spin --- (our paper man doesn't call) Burnt shadow printed on the road --- now there's nothing there at all They said protect and you'll survive
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Post by maddogfagin on Nov 7, 2014 16:34:59 GMT
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Post by steelmonkey on Nov 7, 2014 19:24:48 GMT
Since i listen to Black Sunday almost daily for pre-bike stretches, I generally ignore 'A' for years at a time...this is a great song....very great live with Jobson and Ian collaboration at a peak.
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Post by Equus on Nov 10, 2014 20:56:01 GMT
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