Jethro Tull songs lyrics

I chase your every footstep and I follow every whim. When you call the tune I'm ready to strike up the battle hymn. My lady of the meadows ...

The leaded window opened to move the dancing candle flame And the first Moths of summer suicidal came. And a new breeze chattered in its...

One two three Two The editor lies screaming (begging in his working drink), Questioning Who is God's favorite rock star this week?...

Baker Street Muse -- Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel. Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel. In the underpass, the blind man stands. ...

Come running. Go for overkill. If you don't come now, I'll be over the hill, all right? Tell me, All right. Got a sell-by date. Soon be out of...

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...

Marty loved the sound of the stolen mandolin. Somebody took it on a dare in the night-time. Run up to the radio, calling out to the wind. Now,...

Short Arctic desert day and someone left their snow-shoes in the tundra. Look around every which way but I can't see just where the footprints...

Now if you think Ray blew it, there was nothing to it. They patched him up as good as new. You can see him every day riding down the queen's...

Have you ever stood in the april wood And called the new year in? While the phantoms of three thousand years fly As the dead leaves spin? There's a...

Clear light on a slick palm as I mis-deal the day Slip the night from a shaved pack make a marked card play Call twilight hours down from...

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 ...

Did you learn your lines today? Well, there is no rehearsal. The tickets have all been sold For tomorrow's matinee. There's a telegram from...

Keep it quiet. (Go slow.) Circulate. Need to know. Stamp the date upon your file masquerade, but well worth while. Wrapped in the warmth of...

Wond'ring aloud -- how we feel today. Last night sipped the sunset -- my hands in her hair. We are our own saviours as we start both our...

Sitting on a park bench -- eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose -- greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in...

(words and music by david palmer) Grey the mist cold the dawn; Cruel the sea and stern the shore. Brave the man who sets his course For albion. ...

Got to take in what I can. There is no time to do what must be done, While I do some thinking. Sleeping is hard to come by, So we'll all...

You want to be a bookworm? You wanna be aloof? You wanna sit in judgement, looking down from the roof? Try a wee sensation: but first you have to...

I am your neighbor. I seem most respectable, But underneath I'm an iniquitous toad. So many dreadful mishaps have befallen you Down at the end of...