Wounded, Old And Treacherous Jethro Tull

Wounded, Old And Treacherous A walk on the quiet side, late in the day - Don't mean to get in anybody's way. The Gods seem willing: sun's in the sky.

Wounded Old And Treacherous Jethro Tull

Wounded, Old and Treacherous A walk on the quiet side, late in the day don't mean to get in anybody's way. The Gods seem willing, sun's in the sky. Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly.

Old Ghosts Jethro Tull

Old Ghosts Hair stands high on the cat's back like a ridge of threatening hills. Sheepdogs howl, make tracks and growl their tails hanging low.

Another Christmas Song Jethro Tull

Old man, he's a mountain. Old man, he's an island. Old man, he's a-walking says: "I'm going to call, call all my children home".

Too Old To Rock 'n Roll, Too Young To Die Jethro Tull

Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die. He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville. Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs and prays that he always will.

Too Old To Rock 'N' Roll Too Young To Die Jethro Tull

Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die. He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville. Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs And prays that he always will.

Glory Row Jethro Tull

They come and they go down on Glory Row. It's the same old story yes, it the same old show. Well, hello all you gentlemen, I fear I'm a lot like you.

Locomotive breath Jethro Tull

He feels the piston scraping steam breaking on his brow old Charlie stole the handle and the train won't stop going no way to slow down.

Locomotive breath Jethro Tull

He feels the piston scraping steam breaking on his brow old Charlie stole the handle and the train won't stop going no way to slow down.

Bad-Eyed And Loveless Jethro Tull

Bad-Eyed And Loveless Yes'n she's bad-eyed and she's loveless. A young man's fancy and an old man's dream. I'm self raising and I flower in her company. Give me no sugar without her cream.

From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser Jethro Tull

From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser From a dead beat to an old greaser, here's thinking of you.

A New Day Yesterday Jethro Tull

A New Day Yesterday My first and last time with you and we had some fun. Went walking through the trees, yeah! And then I kissed you once. Oh I want to see you soon but I wonder how.

Out Of The Noise Jethro Tull

Old dog of experience, ripping through the black and yellow cabs, dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys.

We Used To Know Jethro Tull

We Used To Know Whenever I get to feel this way, try 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.

Cup of Wonder Jethro Tull

Cup of Wonder May I make my fond excuses for the lateness of the hour, but we accept your invitation, and we bring you Beltane's flower.

Bad-Eyed 'n' Loveless Jethro Tull

Yes'n she's bad eyed and she's loveless A young man's fancy and an old man's dream I'm self raising and I flower in her company Give me no sugar without her cream She's a warm fart at Christmas

Baker St. Muse - Crash-Barrier Waltzer Jethro Tull

And here slip I dragging one foot in the gutter in the midnight echo of the shop that sells cheap radios And there sits she no bed, no bread, no butter on a double yellow line where she can park anytime

My Sunday Feeling (2008 Digital Remaster - Mono) Jethro Tull

Till I get to put together, that old feeling won't let me be. Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night? Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night?

Aqualung Jethro Tull

Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely. Taking time the only way he knows. Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog-end he goes down to the bog and warms his feet.

Aqualung (BBC Ver.) Jethro Tull

smearing shabby clothes Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck Whoa, aqualung Sun streaking cold an old

Aqualung (Palais Des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975) Jethro Tull

smearing shabby clothes Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck Whoa, aqualung Sun streaking cold an old

My Sunday Feeling Jethro Tull

Till I get to put together, that old feeling won't let me be. Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night? Won't somebody tell me where I laid my head last night?

Crazed Institution Jethro Tull

Institution Just a little touch of make-up; just a little touch of bull; just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul; you can wear a gold Piaget on your Semaphore wrist; you can dance the old

General Crossing Jethro Tull

General Crossing It's an old profession of subtle artillery. Rough wheels meshing button out, button in. The tall General will mine a few bridges tonight, stroking soft machinery.

Up The 'Pool Jethro Tull

Up the Pool I'm going up the `pool from down the smoke below to taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo.

Orion Jethro Tull

Orion Orion, won't you give me your star sign Orion, get up on the sky-line I'm high on my hill and I feel fine Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine Orion, light your lights: come guard the

The Dog-ear Years Jethro Tull

The Dog-ear Years Rusted and ropy. Dog-eared old copy. Vintage and classic, or just plain Jurassic: all words to describe me.

Cheap Day Return Jethro Tull

And you sadly wonder does the nurse treat your old man the way she should. She made you tea, asked for your autograph what a laugh.

Roots To Branches Jethro Tull

Old meanings move in the drift of time. Lift the flickering torches. See gentle shadows change the features of the faces cut in unmoving stone. Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.

Flight From Lucifer Jethro Tull

I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had. I'm only breathing. There's life on my ceiling. The flies there are sleeping quietly. Twist my right arm in the dark.

Flying Dutchman Jethro Tull

Flying Dutchman Old lady with a barrow; life near ending Standing by the harbour wall; warm wishes sending children on the cold sea swell not fishers of men gone to chase away the last herring:

Some Day The Sun Won't Shine For You (2008 Digital Remaster - Mono) Jethro Tull

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.

SeaLion Jethro Tull

SeaLion Over the mountains, and under the sky riding dirty gray horses, go you and I. Mating with chance, copulating with mirth the sad-glad paymasters (for what it's worth).

Some Day the Sun Won't Shine for You Jethro Tull

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

Jack A Lynn Jethro Tull

Lush hotels and pretty girls won't cheer the misty mood I'm in. Silly, sad - I've never had to write this before - oh, Jack-A-Lynn. Funny how long nights allow thoughts of Jack-A-Lynn.

Memory Bank Jethro Tull

(Ideal for identifying one and all.) Invest your life in the memory bank ours the interest and we thank you. The ice-cream lady wets her drawers, to see you in the passion play.

A Better Moon Jethro Tull

And tonight flies a better moon. Sad water buffalo lie fast near the shallows, a splash revealing the fly-catching fishes. Dark Gods silently watching. And tonight flies a better moon.

DRIVE ON THE YOUNG SIDE O Jethro Tull

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 [thrifty?]

Dog-Ear Years Jethro Tull

Rusted and ropy Dog-eared old copy Vintage and classic or just plain Jurassic all words to describe me Relaxed in the knowledge that happily present are all things to sustain me nurture and claim

Minstrel In The Gallery (Live) Jethro Tull

He met the gazes --- observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. He brewed a song of love and hatred --- oblique suggestions --- and he waited.

Minstrel in the Gallery (2002 Remaster) Jethro Tull

He met the gazes observed the spaces Between the old men's cackle. He brewed a song of love and hatred, Oblique suggestions and he waited.

Minstrel In The Gallery (BBC Ver.) Jethro Tull

The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle He brewed a song of love and hatred oblique suggestions and he waited He

Minstrel In The Gallery (Palais Des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975) Jethro Tull

The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle He brewed a song of love and hatred oblique suggestions and he waited He

Heavy Horses Jethro Tull

Behind the plough gliding slipping and sliding free. Now you're down to the few And there's no work to do: The tractor's on its way".

Move On Alone Jethro Tull

Move On Alone (Words and music: Mick Abrahams) I feel so sad now that she's gone, I've been loving that woman too long.

Critique Oblique Jethro Tull

Critique Oblique Critic of the black and white it's your first night. The Passion Play gets in the way, it spoils your insight.

Critique Oblique (Palais Des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975) Jethro Tull

Critic of the black and white It's your first night The Passion Play gets in the way Spoils your insight Tell me how the baby's made How the lady's laid Why the old dogs howl with sadness The blue thing

The Chequered Flag (Dead Or Alive) Jethro Tull

The sunlight streaks through the curtain cracks, touches the old man where he sleeps. The nurse brings up a cup of tea two biscuits and the morning paper mystery.

Minstrel In The Gallery Jethro Tull

He met the gazes observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. He brewed a song of love and hatred, oblique suggestions and he waited.

Locomotive Breath (Palais Des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975) Jethro Tull

In the shuffling madness Of the locomotive breath Runs the all time loser Headlong to his death He feels the piston scraping Steam breaking on his brow Thank God, he stole the handle and The train won't