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THE END Jethro Tull THE END The Foot Of Our Stairs* We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door, eat in the corner, talk to the floor, cheating the spiders who come to say "Please'', (politely). End Game Jethro Tull End Game I'm slipping into grey. And I was (in my way) good to you. And you were good for me. Bye bye my love. Going to play the end game. It's growing kind of still. Down At The End Of Your Road Jethro Tull Down At The End Of Your Road 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 your road. Trains Jethro Tull Trains Here I am at the end of the day with a cup of cold coffee from the station buffet. On trains, on trains I seem to spend my life on trains. See the blue suit banker in the ticket line. Reasons For Waiting Jethro Tull Could it stop the sun rise hearing you weep? You're not seen, you're not heard but I stand by my word. Came a thousand miles just to catch you while you're smiling. Baker St. Muse - Pig-Me And The Whore Jethro Tull Big bottled Fraulein, put your weight on me, said the Pygmy And The Whore desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain Little man, his youth a fountain Overdrafted and still counting Vernacular, COMMONS BRAWL Jethro Tull All right and honorable gentlemen And lady, too Will kindly try to restrain themselves In derring-do As verbal hard graffiti flies And echoes wall to wall Our precious model of democracy It's the Aqualung (BBC Ver.) Jethro Tull Sitting on the park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent Snot is running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Aqualung Aqualung (Palais Des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975) Jethro Tull Sitting on the park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent Snot is running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Aqualung The Chequered Flag (Dead Or Alive) Jethro Tull The Chequered Flag (Dead Or Alive) The disc brakes drag, the chequered flag sweeps across the oil-slick track. The young man's home; dry as a bone. Aqualung Jethro Tull Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run. Feeling like a dead duck spitting out pieces of his broken luck. Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely. Out Of The Noise Jethro Tull Out Of The Noise Glued to the kerbstone, staring. Frozen at the stop-sign too. See that crazy suicide mongrel. He's going to try to cross that avenue. AWOL Jethro Tull AWOL Stormy-eyed on the edge of dawn: nose pressed against the triple glaze. Floor to ceiling, wall to wall, silent traffic streams both ways. The Rattlesnake Trail Jethro Tull Got the law laid down to the left of me. Got the real world to the right. Heading up through the middle with my cat and my fiddle yeah, looking for a fight. Too Old To Rock 'n Roll, Too Young To Die Jethro Tull The old Rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light. Chequered Flag Jethro Tull The The disc brakes drag the chequered flag sweeps across the oil-slick track The young man's home dry as a bone. Mountain Men Jethro Tull Mountain Men The poacher and his daughter throw soft shadows on the water in the night. A thin moon slips behind them as they pull the net with no betraying light. Baker Street Muse Jethro Tull From the typing pool goes the mini-skirted princess with great finesse. Fertile earth-mother, your burial mound is fifty feet down in the Baker Street underground. (What the hell!) Baker St. Muse:Pig-Me And The... Jethro Tull From the typing pool goes the mini-skirted princess with great finesse. Fertile earth-mother, your burial mound is fifty feet down in the Baker Street underground. (What the hell!) The Whistler Jethro Tull The Whistler I'll buy you six bay mares to put in your stable six golden apples bought with my pay. I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune, but I must be gone by the seventh day. The Clasp Jethro Tull The Clasp We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits, gliding cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind hard-weather hoods a-hiding. Light the sun Jethro Tull Light the sun. Light the sun. Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun. Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one. Thick As A Brick Jethro Tull And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction the moral melee. The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way. Magus Perde Jethro Tull Son of kings make the ever-dying sign cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE. There am I waiting along the sand. Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea. Dogs In The Midwinter Jethro Tull But the bite goes wide. I see them running with their tails hanging low like dogs in the midwinter. The prophets and the wise men and the hard politicos are all dogs in the midwinter. No Rehearsal Jethro Tull There's one seat in the circle, five hundred million in the stalls. Cup of Wonder Jethro Tull For the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track. And those who ancient lines did lay will heed the song that calls them back. Heavy Horses Jethro Tull Last of the line at an honest day's toil, Turning the deep sod under, Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone, Flies at the nostrils plunder. Jack-In-The-Green Jethro Tull Jack-In-The-Green Have you seen Jack-In-The-Green? With his long tail hanging down. He quietly sits under every tree in the folds of his velvet gown. his god in the sky Jethro Tull his god in the sky. So come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus. Mark the precise nature of your fear.