Альбом Jethro Tull

Gonna lose my way tomorrow,
gonna give away my car.
I'd take you along with me,
but you would not go so far.
Don't see what I do not want to see,
you don't hear what I don't say.
Won't be what I don't want to be,
I continue in my way.

Don't see, see, see where I'm goin',
Don't see, see, see where I'm goin',
Don't see, see, see where I'm goin' to,
I don't want to...

Everyday I see the mornin' come on in the same old way.
I tell myself tomorrow brings me things,
I would not dream today.

Gonna lose my way tomorrow,
gonna give away my car.
I'd take you along with me,
but you would not go so far.
Don't see what I do not want to see,
you don't hear what I don't say.
Won't be what I don't want to be,
I continue in my way.

Don't see, see, see where I'm goin',
Don't see, see, see where I'm goin',
Don't see, see, see where I'm goin' to,
I don't want to...

Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has changed her mind, yeah.
I know what I will find
that she is wasting time,
she could be picking roses.

Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has seen the light, yeah.
Oh, I told her last night
she should improve her sight,
she could be painting the roof.

Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has come around, yeah.
She offered me no sound,
her head is in the ground,
She could be calling for winter.

Once in Royal David's City stood a lonely cattle shed,
where a mother held her baby.
You'd do well to remember the things He later said.
When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties,
you'll just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump.
You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making
that Christmas spirit is not what you drink.

So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry,
and how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?
And if I just messed up your thoughtless pleasures,
remember, if you wish, this is just a Christmas song.

(Hey! Santa! Pass us that bottle, will you?)

Happy, and I'm smiling, walk a mile to drink your water.
You know I'd love to love you, and above you there's no other
We'll go walking out while others shout of war's disaster.
Oh, be forgiving, let's go living in the past.

Once I'd used to join in every boy and girl was my friend.
Now there's revolution but they don't know what they're fighting.
Let us close our eyes. Outside their lives go on much faster
Oh, be forgiving, we'll keep living in the past.

Oh, be forgiving, let's go living in the past.
Oh, no, no, be forgiving, let's go living in the past.

Will they ever stop drivin' me?
Have they ever taken time to see
That I need some rest
if I'm to do my best?

Can I please stop workin' so hard?
They just tell me gotta close it hard.
Got to think of my health.
Can I be by myself?

Oh, they tell me I'll be home someday.
Well I doubt it if I continue this way,
`cause this hard life I've led
is makin' me dead.

you'll hear me calling in your sweet dream
can't hear your daddy's warning cry
you're going back to be all the things you want to be
while in sweet dreams you softly sigh

you hear my voice is calling
to be mine again
live the rest of your life in a day

get out and get what you can
while your mummy's at home a-sleeping
no time to understand
'cause they lost what they thought they were keeping

no one can see us in your sweet dream
don't hear you leave to start the car
all wrapped up tightly in the coat you borrowed from me,
your place of resting is not far

you hear my voice is calling
to be mine again
live the rest of your life in a day

get out and get what you can
while your mummy's at home a-sleeping
no time to understand
'cause they lost what they thought they were keeping

Singing all day
Singing ‘bout nothing
Singing all day
Singing ‘bout nothing
Singing all day
Singing ‘bout nothing
Ooh, my my my
Ooh, my my my

Went down to the station
to look for a bed.
Look through the crowds
for a glimpse of a head.
Nothing to see
but the crowds
keepa staring at me my my
Ooh, my my my

Down in the street
trying to remember.
Shuffling my feet
outside of Men’s Wear.
Is that her in the fur coat?
No, it’s not December yet my my
Ooh, my my my

Singing all day, singing ‘bout nothing
Singing all day, singing ‘bout nothing

Back to the house
maybe she’ll phone me.
Singing my songs
feeling so lonely.
I sing very softly
so if the phone rings
I can hear it,
I can hear it.

Singing all day, singing ‘bout nothing
Singing all day, singing ‘bout nothing
Singing all day, singing ‘bout nothing
Ooh, my my my
Ooh, my my my

Lend me your ear while I call you a fool.
You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood,
and later insisted your feelings were true.
The witch's promise was coming,
believing he listened while laughing you flew.

Leaves falling red, yellow, brown, all are the same,
and the love you have found lay outside in the rain.
Washed clean by the water but nursing its pain.
The witch's promise was coming, and you're looking
elsewhere for your own selfish gain.

Keep looking, keep looking for somewhere to be,
well, you're wasting your time, they're not stupid like he is.
Meanwhile leaves are still falling, you're too blind to see.

You won't find it easy now, it's only fair.
He was willing to give to you, you didn't care.
You're waiting for more but you've already had your share.
The witch's promise is turning, so don't you wait up
for him, he's going to be late.

All the places I've been make it hard to begin
to enjoy life again on the inside, but I mean to.
Take a walk around the block
and be glad that I've got
me some time to be in from the outside,
and inside with you.

I'm sitting on the corner feeling glad.
Got no money coming in but I can't be sad.
That was the best cup of coffee I ever had.
And I won't worry about a thing because we've got it made,
here on the inside, outside so far away.

And we'll laugh and we'll sing
get someone to bring
our friends here for tea in the evening
(old Jeffrey makes three...)

Take a walk in the park,
does the wind in the dark
sound like music to you?
Well I'm thinking it does to me.

Can you cook, can you sew?
Well, I don't want to know.
That is not what you need on the inside,
to make the time go.

Counting lambs, counting sheep
we will fall into sleep
and awake to a new day of living,
and loving you so.

Nobody sees her here, her eyes are slowly closing.
If she should want some peace, she sits there, without moving,
and puts a pillow over the phone.
And if she feels like dancing no one will know it.
Giving herself a chance there's no need to show her how it should be.

She can't remember now when she was all in pieces.
She's quite content to sit there listening to what he says.
How he didn't like to be alone.
And if he feels like crying she's there to hear him.
No reason to complain and nothing to fear, they always will be...

There was a time when you were so young and walked in their way.
They made you feel they loved you all-seeing they say.
You're going wrong if their game you don't play
And that the song I sing will leave you astray.

Unfeeling, feel lonely rejection,
unknowing, know you're going wrong.
And they can't see that we're just trying to be,
and not what we seem,
and even now believe that it's not real and only a dream.

{Introduction:}
Please, let's have a big welcome for Jethro Tull.

Whoop!
Hello. Hang on, press on. Be back with you in a minute.
I'd better not open this now because it might contain contraband.
We'll give it to John to supplement his camels. He dropped on his
head when he was very small. We occasionally cut his fingernails off
and smoke them. This is a... a song about... about everything.

{Introduction:}
She's really turned on by the television, and vice versa.
Here's a song called, ??. Yes, right. Rearranged though,
nevertheless. A new lease on life. In other words, it's just a bit
louder. ``Dharma For One''.

{Lyrics:}
Dharma, seek and you will find
truth within your mind, Dharma.

Dharma, each to his own we say,
together we'll end astray, Dharma.

Truth is like freedom, it doesn't fool me.
Be true to yourself, never think that you're free.
Dharma will come eventually.

{Outtroduction:}
Thank you! ??

There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea,
and the motor car magical world long since ceased to be,
when the Eve-bitten apple returned to destroy the tree.

Incestuous ancestry's charabanc ride,
spawning new millions throws the world on its side.
Supporting their far-flung illusion, the national curse,
and those with no sandwiches please get off the bus.

The excrement bubbles,
the century's slime decays
and the brainwashing government lackeys
would have us say
it's under control and we'll soon be on our way
to a grand year for babies and quiz panel games
of the hot hungry millions you'll be sure to remain.

The natural resources are dwindling and no one grows old,
and those with no homes to go to, please dig yourself holes.

We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow.
Searched for the last pigeon, slate grey I've been told.
Stumbled on a daffodil which she crushed in the rush, heard it sigh,
and left it to die.
At once felt remorse and were touched by the loss of our own,
held its poor broken head in her hands,
dropped soft tears in the snow,
and it's only the taking that makes you what you are.

Wond'ring aloud will a son one day be born
to share in our infancy
in the child's path we've worn.
In the aging seclusion of this earth that our birth did surprise
we'll open his eyes.

Our father high in heaven-smile down upon your son.
who's busy with his money games - his women and his gun
Oh jesus save me!

And the unsung Western hero, killed an Indian or three,
and then he made his name in Hollywood
to set the white man free.
Oh jesus save me!

If jesus saves-well, He'd better save Himself
from the gory glory seekers who use His name in death.
Oh jesus save me!

Well I saw him in the city and on the mountains of the moon -
His cross was rather bloody -
He could hardly roll His stone.
Oh jesus save me.

When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day,
and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say,
well, don't you fret, don't you fear,
I will give you good cheer.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

If you wait then your plate I will fill.

As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day,
and the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room,
you struggle on your way.
Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry,
lick the dust from your eye.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

We will meet in the sweet light of dawn.

As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress,
and the symphony sounds underground put you under duress,
well don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheel.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.

But the tune ends too soon for us all.

I'm going up the `pool from down the smoke below
to taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo.
The candyfloss salesman watches ladies in the sand
down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting
Mister Universe.

The iron tower smiles down upon the silver sea
and along the golden mile they'll be swigging mugs of tea.
The politicians there who've come to take the air
while posing for the daily press
will look around and blame the mess
on Edward Bear.

There'll be bucket, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels, rainy days,
seaweed and sand castles, icy waves.
Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down,
sun-tanned stranded starfish in a daze.

We're going up the `pool from down the smoke below
to taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo.
The candy floss salesman watches ladies in the sand
down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting
Mister Universe.

There'll be buckets, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels, rainy days,
seaweed and sand castles, icy waves,
Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down,
sun-tanned stranded starfish in a daze.

Oh Blackpool,
oh Blackpool.

i've one foot in the graveyard
and the other on the bus
and the passengers do trample each other in the rush
and the chicken hearted lawman is throwing up his fill
to see the kindly doctor to pass the superpill
well, i'm going down, three cheers from Doctor Bogenbroom
well, i'm on my way, three cheers from Doctor Bogenbroom

well i've tried my best to love you all
all you hypnocrites and whores
with your eyes on each other and the locks upon your doors
well you drowned me in the fountain of life and i hated you
for living while i was dying, we were all just passing through
well, i'm going down, three cheers from doctor bogenbroom
well, i'm on my way, three cheers from doctor bogenbroom

tip-toes in silence 'round my bed
and quiets the raindrops overhead
with her everlasteng smile
she steals my fever for a while
oh, nursie, dear,
i'm glad you're here
to brush away my pain