| 101. Jethro Tull - Broadford Bazaar |
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Dirty white caravans down our road, sailing. Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake. With hot, red-faced drivers, horns flattened, fists whaling,...
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| 102. Jethro Tull - White Innocence |
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She drifted from some minor festival. Didn't look like any sumrner of love: just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy field. She was the hand...
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| 103. Jethro Tull - Locomotive Breath |
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In the shuffling madess of the locomotive breath, runs the all-time loser, headlong to his death. He feels the piston scraping -- steam...
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| 104. Jethro Tull - No Step |
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I looked out of my window, saw a stencil black, NO STEP. NO STEP. There were nervous mothers with children crying in the back. NO STEP. NO...
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| 105. Jethro Tull - Pussy Willow |
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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...
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| 106. Jethro Tull - Rocks On The Road |
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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...
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| 107. Jethro Tull - Dark Ages |
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Darlings are you ready for the long winter's fall? said the lady in her parlor said the butler in the hall. Is there time for another? cried...
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| 108. Jethro Tull - The Curse |
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Young Gladys was a silky maiden At thirteen, she was going strong, yeah. Oh, Gladys. Nicely filled out, fully laden, But down below there...
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| 109. Jethro Tull - Cold Wind To Valhalla |
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And ride with us young bonny lass with the angels of the night. Crack wind clatter flesh rein bite on an out-size unicorn. Rough-shod...
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| 110. Jethro Tull - The Waking Edge |
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As I wake up in a room somewhere... dawn light not yet showing. There's just a thin horizon between me and her... the edge of a half-dream...
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| 111. Jethro Tull - Nursie |
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Tip-toes in silence 'round my bed and quiets the raindrops overhead. With her everlasting smile She still my fever for a while. Oh,...
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| 112. Jethro Tull - We Used To Know |
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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...
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| 113. Jethro Tull - The Secret Language Of Birds |
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This sparkling wine is all but empty. Too late for trains and no taxis. I know the feeling. Seems all too contrived. There was no master plan...
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| 114. Jethro Tull - User - Friendly |
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Do we inhabit some micro-space And interface through wires. Dance on a printed circuit board Throw the software to the fires. My memory's slim so...
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| 115. Jethro Tull - And Further On |
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We saw the heavens break and all the world go down to sleep and rocks on mossy banks drip acid rain from craggy steeps Saw fiery angels kiss the...
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| 116. Jethro Tull - Said She Was A Dancer |
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She said she was a dancer. If I believed it, it was my busines She surely knew a thing or two about control. Next to the bar we hit the samovar....
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| 117. Jethro Tull - Wicked Windows |
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I review my past through wicked windows framed in silver and hung in toughened glass, upon my face, around and over. Now and then: memories of...
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| 118. Jethro Tull - Pig-me And The Whore |
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Big bottled Fraulein, put your weight on me, said the pig-me to the whore, desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain. Little man, his...
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| 119. Jethro Tull - Cup Of Wonder |
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May I make my fond excuses for the lateness of the hour, but we accept your invitation, and we bring you Beltane's flower. For the May Day is...
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| 120. Jethro Tull - I Don't Want To Be Me |
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Got a grand house out in the country. Marble pillars holding the door. Empty bottles lining the wall from the night before. Got a Roller out in...
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