Lights wink out in the canyon walls. Two old boys in a stolen racer. Black rubber contrails in the unwashed halls. And all roads out of here seem to
Performer JETHRO TULL
Sleepy houses lying four-square and firm Orange beams devide the darkness Rumbling fit to turn the waking warm. Sliding through Victorian tunnels where green moss oozes from the pores.
A burning in my yes, like it was broad daylight. And it was hot, down these in the crowd. The stars went out behind a thunder cloud. Chatter in
But we accept your invitation, and would bring you Beltane’s flower. For the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track. And those who ancient
She surely knew a thing or two about control. Next to the bar we hit the samovar. She almost slipped right through my fingers. It was snowing outside and
You wanna sit in judgement, looking down from the roof? Try a wee sensation; but first you have to want to join in. You should be, should be raging
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
A thin moon slips behind them as they pull the net with no betraying light. And later on the coast road, I meet them and the old man winks
Can’t sleep? Head spin? Don’t think in circles, it’ll do you in. Think back to the dream you had; no sense of being good or bad. Jump to the
from the black horizon to the pillow where I lie. Your faithful dog shines brighter than its lord and master, Your jewelled sword twinkles as the world rolls by.
(the translation wasn’t clear.) Could be a budding stately hero. International competition in a year. She was a good enough reason for a party… (well, you couldn’t keep up
Mr. No-one at the wheel of Nobody’s Car. Wet pavements, thin apartments – Quiet dissent from darkened doorways. I want out alive. Speak up for me if you can.
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
– With his long tail hanging down. He quitely sits under every tree In the folds of his velvet gown. He drinks from every empty acorn cup The dew
Pull a cnair 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
Hope everyone’s connected to that long distance phone. Old man, he’s a mountain. Old man, he’s an island. Old man he’s a-waking says ” I’m going to call, call
Somebody took it on a dare in the night-time. Ran up to the radio, calling out to the wind. Now, bring it, bring it back at least an hour
Following the trace you leave unwittingly I wanna be no saboteur Oh no, me no Saboteur Painted ducks across your landscape – happy in your domesticity ( It don’t
Law and order in darkest Knightsbridge. Crime and punishment at play. Hey, Mr. Policeman won’t you come on over. Hook me up to the power lines of your love.
Didn’t look like any summer of love: just a thousand weekend warriors in a muddy field. She was the hand to fit my glove. Funny thing, the innocence of