ERIC CLAPTON: There's One in Every Crowd (1975)

1. We've Been Told (Jesus Is Coming Soon)
2. Swing Low, Sweet Chariot
3. Little Rachel
4. Don't Blame Me
5. The Sky Is Crying
6. Singin' the Blues
7. Better Make It Through Today
8. Pretty Blue Eyes
9. High
10. Opposites

WE'VE BEEN TOLD (JESUS COMING SOON)
God is warning the nations,

Warning them in every way

To turn away from the evil

And seek the Lord and pray.

We've been told that God done warned us,

Jesus coming soon.

We've been told that God done warned us,

Jesus coming soon.

God is warning the nations,

Warning them in every way

To turn away from the evil

And seek the Lord and pray.

We've been told that God done warned us,

Jesus coming soon.

We've been told that God done warned us,

Jesus coming soon.

God is warning the nations,

Warning them in every way

To turn away from the evil

And seek the Lord and pray

We've been told that God done warned us,

Jesus coming soon.

We've been told that God done warned us,

Jesus coming soon.

We've been told that God done warned us,

Jesus coming soon.

We've been told that God done warned us,

Jesus coming soon.

. . .

SWING LOW, SWEET CHARIOT
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan, what do I see,
Coming for to carry me home.
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan, what do I see,
Coming for to carry me home.
A saw a band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.

I looked over Jordan, what do I see,
Coming for to carry me home.
A band of angels coming after me,
Coming for to carry me home.

Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.
Swing low, sweet chariot,
Coming for to carry me home.

LITTLE RACHEL
You don't need no high I.Q.
To get right down and sing the blues.
If you're down, here's what to do;
Me and my guitar will sing for you.

Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.

I got a box and an old whisk broom.
We gonna rock around the room.
When my guitar plays this tune,
We gonna dance to the light of the moon.

Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.

What you feel, that ain't no jive.
The get down sound makes you feel alive.

Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.
Oh, little Rachel, oh.

Push it, little Rachel, push it.
Push it, little Rachel, push it.

Pull it, little Rachel, pull it.

Pull it, little Rachel, pull it.

DON’T BLAME ME
Hear my story and listen well;
Truth is in all that I tell.
It could never have been me.
I did not shoot no deputy.

Mr. Grant, the deputy,
Friend to my whole family.
He always tell me when John Brown
Was getting ready to come around.

Don't blame me.
Don't blame me.

I hide it all except a few seeds
And make him think I plant for me.
When Mr. Grant and I know all the while
We've got enough for the whole island.

Three years now we sell it in town
Under the bucket that goes down.
No one knew of it but three:
Mr. Grant, Davis and me.

Don't blame me.
Don't blame me.

I swear by God it is a plot;
Davis sent me here to rot.
Listen people, can't you see
Mr. Davis shot the deputy.

Don't blame me.
Don't blame me.

Don't blame me.
Don't blame me.

THE SKY IS CRYING
The sky is crying, look at the tears rolling down the streets.
The sky is crying, look at the tears rolling down the streets.
I looked out my window, the rain was falling down in sheets.

My baby left me this morning, Lord knows, I don't know the reason why.
My baby left me this morning, I don't know the reason why.
And everytime I think about it, I hang my head and cry.

The sun is shining, although it's raining in my heart.
The sun is shining, although it's raining in my heart.

I love my baby, I hate to see us part.

SINGIN’ THE BLUES
I've been working so hard,
Just came home from my job.
Looked down in my wallet,
Good God, I've been robbed.

Now where can my money be,
All my hard-earned pay?
What am I going to do now?
I got my bills to pay.

You got me singin' the blues,
And I'm paying all my dues.
You got me singin' the blues,
Ain't got nothing to lose.

I got to tell you I got the blues down in my pockets.
People, what did I say?
Bills are gonna rob me tomorrow,
Why I need my ten dollars today.

You got me singin' the blues,
And I'm paying all my dues.
You got me singin' the blues,
Ain't got nothing to lose.

Ain't no way to get even
Because, you know what I mean,
Every time I make me some money
Somebody's going to take it from me.

You got me singin' the blues,
And I'm paying all my dues.
You got me singin' the blues,
Ain't got nothing to lose.

You got me singin' the blues,
And I'm paying all my dues.
You got me singin' the blues,

Ain't got nothing to lose.

BETTER MAKE IT THROUGH TODAY
Life is what you make it,
That's what the people say.
And if I can't make it through tomorrow,
I'd better make it through today.

I have had my share of troubles;
It's nothing new to me.
When I look around me,
All is see is misery.

Life is what you make it,
At least that's what the people say.
And if we can't make it through tomorrow
We'd better make it through today, through today.

Through today.

PRETTY BLUE EYES
Left alone to cry
While he goes out singing,
And she don't see why
A wedding bell ain't ringing.

Left alone to cry
While he goes out rocking,
And she can't see why
It ain't her he's socking.

Goodbye, pretty blue eyes.
Goodbye, pretty blue eyes.

Left alone to cry;
Life don't seem worth living.
I stand to say goodbye,
Done enough forgiving.

Goodbye, pretty blue eyes.

Goodbye, pretty blue eyes.

HIGH
High upon a mountain top
Where the eagle builds his nest
I shall go wandering,
Trying to put my mind at rest,
And I shall never cease
Until the day I die.

He was once a friend of mine,
But I did not know or care
Until she said goodbye.
I cried till I could hardly see
The meaning of my life.
What do I do now?

High upon a mountain top
Where the eagle builds his nest
I shall go wandering,
Trying to put my mind at rest,
And I shall never cease

Until the day I die.

OPPOSITES
Night after day, day after night.

White after black, black after white.

Fight after peace, peace after fight.

Life after death, death after life.

Night after day, day after night.

White after black, black after white.

Fight after peace, peace after fight.

Life after death, death after life.

Night after day, day after night.

White after black, black after white.

Fight after peace, peace after fight.

Life after death, death after life.

ERIC CLAPTON: 461 Ocean Boulevard (1974)

1. Motherless Children
2. Give Me Strength
3. Willie And The Hand Jive
4. Get Ready
5. I Shot The Sheriff
6. I Can't Hold Out
7. Please Be With Me
8. Let It Grow
9. Steady Rollin' Man
10. Mainline Florida

MOTHERLESS CHILDREN
Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead, lord.
Motherless children have a hard time when mother is dead, lord.
They don't have anywhere to go;
Wandering around from door to door.
Nobody treats you like a mother will when your mother is dead, lord.

Father will do the best he can when your mother is dead, lord.
Father will do the best he can when your mother is dead, lord.
Father will do the best he can;
So many things a father can't understand.
Nobody treats you like a mother will when your mother is dead, lord.

Sister will do the best she can when your mother is dead, lord.
Sister will do the best she can when your mother is dead, lord.
Sister will do the best she can;
So many things a sister can't understand.
Nobody treats you like a mother will when your mother is dead.

When your mother is dead, when your mother is dead.
When your mother is dead, Lord, when your mother is dead

GIVE ME STRENGTH
Dear Lord, give me strength to carry on.
Dear Lord, give me strength to carry on.
My home may be out on the highway,
Lord, I've done so much wrong
But please, give me strength to carry on.

Dear Lord, give me strength to carry on.
Dear Lord, give me strength to carry on.
My home may be out on the highway,
Lord, I've done so much wrong

But please, give me strength to carry on.

WILLIE AND THE HAND JIVE
I know a cat named Way-Out Willie,
Got a cool little chick named Rocking Millie.
He can walk and stroll and Susie Q
And do that crazy hand jive, too.

Mama, mama, look at Uncle Joe
Doing the hand jive with sister Flo.
Grandma gave baby sister a dime;
Said, "Do that hand jive one more time."

Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive,
Do that crazy hand jive.

Doctor and a lawyer and an Indian chief,
They all dig that crazy beat.
Way-Out Willie gave them all a treat
When he did that hand jive with his feet.

Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive,
Do that crazy hand jive.

Willie and Millie got married last fall.
They had a little Willie junior and that ain't all.
Well, the kids got crazy and it's plain to see,
Doing the hand jive on T.V.

Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive,

Do that crazy hand jive.

GET READY
Ready, get ready. Ready.
He's a man who's going to break your heart.
Ready, get ready. Ready.
He's a man who's going to break your heart.

Well, you've been fooling 'round and I don't know why.
Left me on my own, sitting high and dry.
But I'm going to get you back, just you wait and see;
You can't do those things that you're doing to me.

Ready, get ready. Ready.
He's a man who's going to break your heart.
Ready, get ready. Ready.
He's a man who's going to break your heart.

I've never needed a running 'round pissing hound,
Checking out the bitches in heat.
You've got a lot of nerve, dishing out what you serve,
Waggling your piece of meat.

Ready, get ready. Ready.
He's a man who's going to break your heart.
Ready, get ready. Ready.
He's a man who's going to break your heart.

I want to get revenge on your sinful sins.
I got to get you back for what you did back then.
And now you've got it back, life is misery.
Well, ha ha ha to you, ha ha to me.

Ready, get ready. Ready.
He's the one that's going to break your heart.
Ready, get ready. Ready.
He's the one that's going to break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart, break your heart.

Get ready, get ready, get ready.
He's the one who's going to break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart, break your heart,
Break your heart.

Get ready, get ready, get ready.
'Cause he's the one who's going to break your heart, break your heart,

Break your heart, break your heart.

I SHOT THE SHERIFF
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.

All around in my home town
They're trying to track me down
They say they want to bring me in guilty
For the killing of a deputy,
For the life of a deputy.
But I say:

I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense
I shot the sheriff, and they say it is a capital offense

Sheriff John Brown always hated me
For what I don't know.
Every time that I plant a seed
He said, "Kill it before it grows."
He said, "Kill it before it grows."
I say:

I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense
I shot the sheriff, but I swear it was in self-defense

Freedom came my way one day
And I started out of town.
All of a sudden I see sheriff John Brown
Aiming to shoot me down.
So I shot, I shot him down.
I say:

I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.
I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy.

Reflexes got the better of me
And what is to be must be.
Every day the bucket goes to the well,
But one day the bottom will drop out,
Yes, one day the bottom will drop out.
But I say:

I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy, oh no.

I shot the sheriff, but I did not shoot the deputy, oh no.

I CAN'T HOLD OUT
I just talked to my baby on the telephone,
She said, "Stop what you're doing and baby come on home."
I can't hold out, I can't hold out too long.
I get a real good feeling talking to you on the phone.

You said, "Baby don't you worry, you're my heart's desire.
You know that I love you, I can't stand to see you cry."
I can't hold out, I can't hold out too long.
I get a real good feeling talking to you on the phone.

She said, "Baby you can run, you can walk or fly.
You know that I love you, you're my heart's desire."
I can't hold out, I can't hold out too long.
I get a real good feeling talking to you on the phone, oh yeah.

I talked to my baby, I talked to my baby.
I talked to my baby, I talked to my baby.

I get a real good feeling talking to you on the phone

PLEASE BE WITH ME
Oh my word, what does it mean?
Is it love or is it me
That makes me change so suddenly?
Looking out, feeling free.

Sit here lying in my bed,
Wondering what it was I'd said
That made you think I'd lost my head,
When I knew I lost my heart instead.

Won't you please read my signs, be a gypsy.
Tell me what I hope to find deep within me.
Because you can find my mind, please be with me.

Of all the better things I've heard,
Loving you has made the words
And all the rest seem so absurd,
'Cause in the end it all comes out unsure.

Won't you please read my signs, be a gypsy.
Tell me what I hope to find deep within me.

Because you can find my mind, please be with me.

LET IT GROW
Standing at the crossroads, trying to read the signs
To tell me which way I should go to find the answer,
And all the time I know,
Plant your love and let it grow.

Let it grow, let it grow,
Let it blossom, let it flow.
In the sun, the rain, the snow,
Love is lovely, let it grow.

Looking for a reason to check out of my mind,
Trying hard to get a friend that I can count on,
But there's nothing left to show,
Plant your love and let it grow.

Let it grow, let it grow,
Let it blossom, let it flow.
In the sun, the rain, the snow,
Love is lovely, let it grow

Time is getting shorter and there's much for you to do.
Only ask and you will get what you are needing,
The rest is up to you.
Plant your love and let it grow

Let it grow, let it grow,
Let it blossom, let it flow.
In the sun, the rain, the snow,
Love is lovely, so let it

Let it grow, let it grow,
Let it blossom, let it flow.
In the sun, the rain, the snow,
Love is lovely, so let it grow

STEADY ROLLIN' MAN
I am a steady rollin' man and I roll both night and day.
I am a steady rollin' man and I roll both night and day.
But I ain't got no sweet woman, woo-hoo Lord, to be rollin' this way.

I am the man that rolls when icicles are hanging on the tree.
I am the man that rolls when icicles are hanging on the tree.
Why can't you hear me begging mama, woo-hoo Lord, down on my bended knee?

I am a steady rollin' man and I roll both night and day.
I am a steady rollin' man and I roll both night and day.

But I ain't got no sweet woman, woo-hoo Lord, to be rollin' this way.

MAINLINE FLORIDA
My heart was leaping in the sun;
My friends all say that you're the one.
Let me get this one thing very clear:
There ain't enough going on down here.

Mainline Florida, oh say.
Mainline Florida, O.K.

Her arms were open, open wide;
Her invitation's a changing tide.
I could remember not long ago
We took a cruise down on Hotel Row

Mainline Florida, oh say.
Mainline Florida, O.K.

Her arms were open, open wide;
Her invitation's a changing tide.
I could remember not long ago
We took a cruise down on Hotel Row

Mainline Florida, oh say.

Mainline Florida, O.K.

ERIC CLAPTON: Eric Clapton (1970)

1. Slunky
2. Bad Boy
3. Lonesome and a Long Way from Home
4. After Midnight
5. Easy Now
6. Blues Power
7. Bottle of Red Wine
8. Lovin' You Lovin' Me
9. Told You For the Last Time
10. Don't Know Why
11. Let It Rain

SLUNKY

(Instrumental)

BAD BOY
I'm just a bad boy, long long ways from home.
I'm just a bad boy, long long ways from home.
But I ain't got nobody to bury me when I'm dead and gone.

Well I'm the cat that scratches and I'm like a dog that bites.
I'll be your box of matches, baby, when you need a light.

I'm just a bad boy, long long ways from home.

I'm just a bad boy, long long ways from home.

But I ain't got nobody to bury me when I'm dead and gone.

I used to have a little girl, only 16 years old,
But her mom and dad put me way out, way out in the cold.
I can't stay here no longer, my luck is running slow.

Gotta keep on moving but I ain't got no place to go.

I'm just a bad boy, long long ways from home.

I'm just a bad boy, long long ways from home.

But I ain't got nobody to bury me when I'm dead and gone.

LONESOME AND A LONG WAY FROM HOME
Out on an open highway,
Such a lovely day but something's wrong.
Something, something's gotta be wrong.

I just left home this morning,

This old road keeps rolling on and on.

Rolling, rolling on and on

Won't somebody help me?

Won't somebody help me?

Won't somebody help me?

I've never been so lonesome and long way from home,

Never been lonesome and long way,

Never been lonesome and long way from home.

AFTER MIDNIGHT
After midnight,
we're gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight,
we're gonna chug-a-lug and shout.
We're gonna stimulate some action;
We're gonna get some satisfaction.
We're gonna find out what it is all about.
After midnight,
we're gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight,
we're gonna shake your tambourine.
After midnight,
it's all gonna be peaches and cream.
We're gonna cause talk and suspicion;
We're gonna give an exhibition.
We're gonna find out what it is all about.
After midnight,
we're gonna let it all hang down.

After midnight,
we're gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight,
we're gonna shake your tambourine.
After midnight,
it's all gonna be peaches and cream.
We're gonna cause talk and suspicion;
We're gonna give an exhibition.
We're gonna find out what it is all about.
After midnight,
we're gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight,
we're gonna let it all hang down.
After midnight,

we're gonna let it all hang down

EASY NOW
Holding you, you holding me,

Everyone could see we were in ecstacy.

Making love against the wall,

Feeling very small when we didn't need to be

Easy now; don't let my love flow out of you

Please remember that I want you to come too.

Oh my darling, help me please.

When I'm without you I fall down and graze my knees.

I look so funny and I feel sad,

Your love is all I've ever had, so please don't tease

Easy now; don't let my love flow out of you
Please remember that I want you to come too.

Yesterday, you know tomorrow,

Could it be I'll have to borrow someone new?

I know that I'm the one to blame,

But all the same, there must be something you can do.

Easy now; don't let my love flow out of you
Please remember that I want you to come too.

Easy now; don't let my love flow out of you
Please remember that I want you to come too.

Easy now; don't let my love flow out of you
Please remember that I want you to come too.

BLUES POWER
Bet you didn't think I knew how to rock 'n' roll.
Oh, I got the boogie-woogie right down in my very soul.
There ain't no need for me to be a wallflower,
'Cause now I'm living on blues power.

I knew all the time but now I'm gonna let you know:
I'm gonna keep on rocking, no matter if it's fast or slow.
Ain't gonna stop until the twenty-fifth hour,
'Cause now I'm living on blues power.

Bet you didn't think I knew how to rock 'n' roll.

Oh, I got the boogie-woogie right down in my very soul.

There ain't no need for me to be a wallflower,

'Cause now I'm living on blues power, yeah, yeah

Talking to you, now.
The boogie's gonna pull me through.
Keep on, keep on, keep on keeping on.

Keep on keeping on, keep on keeping on.

BOTTLE OF RED WINE
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
I can't get up out of bed
With this crazy feeling in my head.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.

Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
You hear what I say?
Gonna love you anyway.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.

I went to an all-night get together
And everyone I knew was there.
Had the love that would last forever.
Everywhere I looked, I saw you standing there.

Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
Get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.
I can't get up out of bed
With this crazy feeling in my head.
I said get up right now, oh oh.
I said get up right now.
Feel so bad this morning; got a terrible headache in my head.
Do me a favor, baby, do me a favor please.
Please get up; get your man a bottle of red wine.

Get up, get up; get your man a big big bottle of red wine.

LOVIN' YOU LOVIN' ME
I am so in love for once in my life.
In my dreams, I've known you many times before.
And I so want you to be my dear wife,
As only you can satisfy me any more,
And only you can love me more.

I'm lovin' you lovin' me lovin' you.
It's all the same; when loving, two together makes one.
Everybody sing la, la la la, la la la, la la la.
It's all the same, and we are one.

I will give you a world of your dreams if you want them.
I can feel the power when you're standing there.
Someone sent me you; oh lord, I will thank him,
And all the rest, it just don't matter,
And all the rest and all the rest.

I'm lovin' you lovin' me lovin' you.

It's all the same; when loving, two together makes one.

Everybody sing la, la la la, la la la, la la la.

It's all the same, and we are one.

Loving you.

You know I love you

TOLD YOU FOR THE LAST TIME

Well, I've told you for the last time,

Told you for the last time

I'm gonna turn on my love light,

Let it shine one more time,

Let it shine, shine, shine for the last time.

There's gonna be a big change made, and I'm gonna make it.

This time I'm gonna lay it on the line.

I got a lot to give when you're woman enough to take it, oh yeah.

I'm gonna turn on my love light,
Let it shine one more time,
Let it shine, shine, shine for the last time.

I sure want to love you baby, baby if you'd only let me.

If you only pick me up just to put me down.

I finally let my mind make a decision, oh yeah.

I'm gonna start my wheels a-spinnin',

Let 'em turn one more time,

Let 'em turn, oh yeah, for the last time

Well, I've told you for the last time,
Told you for the last time

I'm gonna turn on my love light,

And let it shine oh yeah

Shine, shine, shine, yeah, yeah, yeah

Told you for the last time

Told you for the last time

Told you for the last time

DON'T KNOW WHY
You say you want everything good for me,

But I know so well, I can tell when you're lying.

Making believe you're looking up to me,

And I'm just sitting here, crying

And I don't know why

I don't know why,

I don't know why, I don't care.

You'll go on back to him, he'll take you in.

I know he's gonna love you, but I still want you back again,

'Cause baby you're part of me, it's deep inside of you.

When he's done all he can, you'll come running to your other man, oh yeah

And I don't know why
I don't know why,
I don't know why, I don't care.

I know you won't soon forget last night.

Your precious love was all over me, but it's all right.

Go on and try again but you know nothing's gonna change.

That's the way it's gonna be, oh yeah

And I don't know why
I don't know why,
I don't know why, I don't care.

I don't know why, I don't care.

I don't know why, I don't care.

I don't know why, I don't care.

LET IT RAIN
The rain is falling through the mist of sorrow that surrounded me.
The sun could never thaw away the bliss that lays around me.

Let it rain, let it rain,
Let your love rain down on me.
Let it rain, let it rain,
Let it rain, rain, rain.

Her life was like a desert flower burning in the sun.
Until I found the way to love, it's harder said than done.

Let it rain, let it rain,

Let your love rain down on me.

Let it rain, let it rain,

Let it rain, rain, rain.

Now I know the secret; there is nothing that I lack.

If I give my love to you, you'll surely give it back.

Let it rain, let it rain,

Let your love rain down on me.

Let it rain, let it rain,

Let it rain, rain, rain.

Let it rain, let it rain,

Let your love rain down on me.

Let it rain, let it rain,

Let it rain, rain, rain.

JETHRO TULL: Otras letras (S-Z)

1. Saturation
2. Singing All Day
3. Stormy Monday Blues
4. Strip Cartoon
5. Summerday Sands
6. Sunshine Day
7. Sweet Dream
8. Too Many Too
9. Up the Pool
10. Witch's Promise
11. Wond'ring Again
12. You're a Woman

SATURATION
They left me, leaving my house on fire, me running round
got out through the window.
While clinging to the skirts of fate
was not my idea of fun
I'll jump to it gladly.
The town was filled with smoke and hate.
Came to my senses just too late
to realize that all I ever owned
was borrowed. I thanked them for having shown
me that nothing ever really belongs to anyone.

They burned my books and they broke my car,
and gave the dog to a man who used him for breeding.
They felled my trees and they tramped flowers and threw
the kitten into my new pool.
The same things done to other men had made them run away from the city.
This being the case, I joined them there and breathing air spent

the night with these new friends.

SINGING ALL DAY
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing,
oo, my, my, my,
oo, my, my, my.

Went down to the station to look for her there,
looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair,
nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me,
my, my, oo, my, my, my.

Down in the street, try'n' to remember,
shuffling my feet outside a menswear,
is that her in the fur coat?
No it's not December yet,
my, my, my, oo, my, my, my.

Singing all day, singing `bout nothing.

Back to the house, maybe she'll phone me,
singing my song, feeling so lonely.
I'll 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,

oo, my, my, my, oo, my, my, my.

STORMY MONDAY BLUES
I said they call it Stormy Monday
But I said
I said they call it Stormy Monday

Wednesday's full of sorrow,
I said that Thursday's oh-so, it's oh-so-sad. It's oh-so-sad.

I said lord, lord, why don't you have mercy,
You gotta have mercy on me.

I been trying to find my woman,
Won't you bring her home to me?
I said they call it stormy Monday.

STRIP CARTOON
Fish and chips, sandpaper lips and a rainy pavement.
Soho lights, another night thinking of you.
Black cat, sat on a wall, winks at me darkly.
Suggesting ways and means that I might win a smile
as you leave the place where you work until 12.30
and the policemen nods as you pass along his beat.
Sweaty feet, troubled brow
we're all in the same game, lady.
Life's no bowl of cherries
it's a black and white strip cartoon.

I've been warned that you and your friends are crazy
as from your hearts you bare your parts to the gentlemen,
who, while they drool, trying to keep cool,
spill their Scotch and water.
But I'm not that way, I must say
I'd much prefer to see you in your texturised rubber rainwear around 12.30.
Come and play shades of grey in my black and white strip cartoon.
Strip cartoon is all I'm after.
Strip cartoon is all I crave
so come to my place around 12.30

‘cos I'm a leading politician at a dangerous age.

SUMMERDAY SANDS
I once met a girl with the life in her hands
and we lay together on the summerday sands.
I gave her my raincoat and told her, ``Lady, be good!''
And we made truth together, where no one else would.

I smiled through her fingers and ran the dust through her hands
the hour-glass of reason on the summerday sands.

We sat as the sea caught fire.
Waited as the flames grew higher
in her eyes.
We watched the eagle born
wings clipped, tail feathers shorn
but we saw him rise
over summerday sands.

Came the ten o'clock curfew.
She said, “I must start my car.
I'm staying with someone I met last night in a bar.''
I called from my wave top
“At least tell me your name!''
She smiled from her wheelspin
and said, “It's all the same.''
I thought for a minute, jumped back on dry land
left one set of footprints on the summerday sands.

I once met a girl with the life in her hands

and we lied together on the summerday sands.

SUNSHINE DAY
Woke up this morning to look at things in their funny way.
Why can't they be like they used to be only yesterday.
Ooh, bring back my sunshine day.

I look at things that once were mine with such despair.
Why do the things I say only fall on empty air?
Ooh, bring back my sunshine day.
My mind cries: Bring back my sunshine day.

I say the things I used to say, but they don't seem right.
Why does this world seem like the darkest endless night?
Ooh, bring back my sunshine day.
Bring back my sunshine day.

SWEET DREAM
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'll 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.

TOO MANY TOO
Too many drivers in too many cars.
Too many lost souls drinking in too many bars.
Too many heroes stepping on too many toes.
Too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.
Too many lives each cat can lose
we've got too many too.
Too many too.

Too much sunshine. Too many drops of rain.
Too many equal and average children who will all grow up the same.
Too many fireside politicians holding too many views.
Too many questions, but there are answers too few.
Too many lives each cat can lose
we've got too many too.

If I were a liar, yes, and you were a cheat
there would be too many places where we all could meet.
Too many temples where we could worship the beast.
Where he who thinks he had the most in fact has the least.
Too many lives each cat can lose
I've got too many too.

I've got too many too.

UP THE `POOL
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.

WITCH'S PROMISE
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.

WOND'RING AGAIN
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

YOU'RE A WOMAN
See
Hello you straight-laced lady,

dressed in white but your shoes aren't clean.

Painted them up with polish

in the hope we can't see where you've been.

The smiling face that you've worn

to greet me rising at morning --

sent me out to work for my score.

Please me and say what it's for.

Give me the straight-laced promise

and not the pathetic lie.

Tie me down with your ribbons

and sulk when I ask you why.

Your Sunday paper voice cries

demanding truths I deny.

The bitter-sweet kiss you pretended

is offered, our affair mended.

Sossity: You're a woman.

Society: You're a woman.

All of the tears you're wasting

are for yourself and not for me.

It's sad to know you're aging

Sadder still to admit I'm free.

Your immature physical toy has grown,

too young to enjoy at last your straight-laced agreement:

woman, you were too old for me.

Sossity: You're a woman.

Society: You're a woman.

JETHRO TULL: Otras letras (K-R)

1. Kelpie
2. Lick Your Fingers Clean
3. Life Is a Long Song
4. Living in the Past
5. Living in This Hard Times
6. March the Mad Scientist
7. Mayhem, Maybe
8. Motoreyes
9. Night in the Wilderness
10. Nursie
11. Overhang
12. Part of the Machine
13. Rainbow Blues
14. Rhythm in Gold

KELPIE
There was a warm wind with the high tide on the south of the hill.
When a young girl went a-walking and I followed with a will.
"Good day to you, my fine young lady, with your lips so sweetly full.
May I help you comb your long hair, sweep it from that brow so cool?''
Up, ride with the kelpie
I’ll steal your soul to the deep.
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else.

Well I'm a man when I'm feeling the urge to step ashore.
So I may charm you not alarm you. Tell you all fine things, and more.
Up, ride with the kelpie.
I'll steal your soul to the deep.
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else.

Say goodbye to all your dear kin for they hate to see you go
in your young prime, to this place of mine in the still loch far below.
Up, ride with the kelpie.
I'll steal your soul to the deep.
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free
I'll ride with somebody else.

Up, ride with the kelpie.
I'll steal your soul to the deep.
If you don't ride with me while the devil's free

I'll ride with somebody else.

LICK YOUR FINGERS CLEAN
I'll see you at the weighing in when your life's sum-total's made.
And you set your wealth in godly deeds against the sins you've laid.
So place your final burden on your hard-pressed next of kin:
Send the chamber pot back down the line to be filled up again.
Take your mind off your election and try to get it straight.
And don't pretend perfection: you'll be crucified too late.
And he'll say you really should make the deal as he offers round the hat.
Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean, I thank you all for that.
And as you join the good ship earth and you mingle with the dust
be sure to leave your underpants with someone you can trust.
And the hard-headed social worker who bathes his hands in blood
will welcome you with arms held high and cover you with mud.
And he'll say you really should make the deal as he offers round the hat.Well, you'd better lick your fingers clean, well. I'll thank you all for that.

LIFE IS A LONG SONG
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.
We'll 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 puts you under duress,
Well, don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the weels.
Life's a long song, life's a long song, life's a long song,

But the tune ends too soon for us all.

LIVING IN THE PAST
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, we won't give in, let's go living in the past.
Once I used to join, 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, we won't give in, we'll keep living in the past.
Oh, we won't give in, let's go living in the past.

Oh, no, no, we won't give in, let's go living in the past.

LIVING IN THIS HARD TIMES
The bones in the china. The fat’s in the fire.
There’s no turkey left on the table.
The commuter's return on the six o'clock flyer
brings no bale of hay for the stable.
Well, the light it is falling along the green belt
as we follow the hard road signs.
Semi-detached in our suburban-ness
we're living in these hard times.

Well the fly's in the milk and the cat's in the stew.
Another bun in the oven oh, what to do?
We'll laugh and we'll sing and try to bring
a pound from your pocket.
Good day to you.
Oh, these hard times.

The politicians sat on the wall
and traded with the union game.
Someone slapped a writ on our deficit
Not a penny left to our name.
Oh, the times are hard and the credits lean
and they toss and they turn in sleep.
And the line they take is the line they make
but it’s not the line they keep.

Well the fly's in the milk and the cat's in the stew.
Another bun in the oven oh, what to do?
We'll laugh and we'll sing and try to bring
a pound from your pocket.
Good day to you.
Oh, these hard times.

The cow jumped over yesterday’s moon
And the lock ran away with the key.
You know what you like, and you like what you know
but there is no jam for tea.
Well the light it is failing along the green belt
as we follow the hard road signs.
Semi-detached in our suburban-ness
we're living in these hard times.

Well the fly's in the milk and the cat's in the stew.
Another bun in the oven oh, what to do?
We'll laugh and we'll sing and try to bring
a pound from your pocket.
Good day to you.
Oh, these hard times.

We're living in these hard times.

MARCH THE MAD SCIENTIST
What would you like for Christmas:
a new polarity?
You’re binary and desperate to deal in high figures
that lick us with their hotter flame
lick each and everyone the same.

And March, the mad scientist,
Brings a new change in ever-dancing colours.

He rings it here and he rings it,
but no one stops to see
the change of fate and the fate of change
that slips into his pocket
so he locks it all away from view
and shares not what he thought you knew.
And April is summer-bound,
And February's blue.

And no one stops to see the colours.

MAYHEM, MAYBE
When we’re working nights, the village round
the old church becomes scary town.
All curtained windows and bolted doors
but never a eye to see
as us fairy folks sweep from the hill.
Never caught us and never will.
Pulling roses and daffodils
mayhem in the high degree.

The blacksmith chased us all to ground.
They searched all night we were never found.
The tinker boys and the sheriff's men
shaking the tallest tree.
And we sat and watched the women hide.
Laughed so much we split our sides.
Scattered horses that they would ride
mayhem in the high degree.

We crossed through fields of midnight green
often heard but seldom seen.
Tore along hedges, stripping leaves
no-one could quite agree
whether we came from north or south.
We stole the screams from out their mouths
and go where no man would allow
mayhem in the high degree.

Like scaly carp and feathered swan
to nature’s world we do belong.
We ride the thin winds of the night
and set dark spirits free.
We terrify the mare and foal.
The fox stood still and far too bold.
So we strung him up, brush neatly folded;

mayhem, maybe.

MOTOREYES
Out on the fast and free way, humming along through a build-up ad-man's dream.
Steaking past in a cloud of spray goes the high-performance motor queen.
And she looks round at me reflecting neon in her motoreyes.
And now the chase is on. I know who'll be the loser: me.
See the end curve coming, then we're back on the street through the late theater crowds.
And the stop lights go and we're cruising side by side still humming loud.
And she looks round again her motoreyes going to tell me when.
Put her right foot to the floor. Shows me she's no slow woman.
She takes her cafe noir, smokes small cigars showing just a touch of thigh (sigh!).
And sips her whisky straight, and she stays up late to kiss the morning bye-bye.
Now we're out of town, going to shake her down if I can stay along.
Got my blue light on, put her in the net with my siren song.
Pulls over to the side her motoreyes are staring wide.
She flashes her I.D. and makes a bigger fool of me.

Motoreyes, motoreyes, motoreyes, motoreyes.

NIGHT IN THE WILDERNESS
I could he sitting on the left of you.
You'd be looking straight ahead.
If I was adrift right across from you,
you still would cut me dead.
I've had better deep discussions
with this plate of soft-shelled crab.

I’d put some spice in your rice.
You’d give me blues in the stew
I’d give you catfish jumping
You’d give me all this work to do.
Who's got the cheque on this hot dinner?
Who's got the tabs on the crab?

Another night in the wilderness:
should have been a night on the town.
Lesson in learning how to hold a conversation down.
I'm in splendid isolation, feel that heavy silence fall.
Got all this cut out for me to do.
Another night in the wilderness of you.

Here I am drinking you with my eyes.
You're looking at the gravy on my bib.
I go weak-kneed at the suggestion of you.
What's wrong with the cut of my jib?
Is there a lobster in the offing, or just a fifty dollar cheque?

so I'll sing you no lullaby

NURSIE
Tiptoes in silence 'round my bed
And quiets the raindrops over my head.
With her everlasting smile
She stills my fever for a while.
Oh, nursie dear I'm glad you're here

To brush away my pain.

OVERHANG
Good morning, gentlemen. Why the uneasy frowns?
Too much everything and I can't recall. Did I let you down?
Nobody will answer me. Makes me feel that I want to die.
My mind is inclined to lie.
Oh no, think I did it last night again.
Oh no, been out on the overhang again.

My hotel room was a battleground.
How did I find my way?
My wallet's gone and my jacket's torn.
My memory's a hazy grey.
Do I seem to remember now, two creatures about eight feet tall?
No safety net to break my fall.
Oh no, must have done it last night again.
Oh no, crawled out on the overhang again.
Been out on the overhang.

Watching demons and spirits glide.
Heading out to the nearest star.
Better lead me back to the bar.
Oh no, might do it tonight again.
Oh no, crawled out on the overhang again.
Been out on the overhang.
Crawling out on the overhang.

Out of the overhang.

PART OF THE MACHINE
Everybody's jumping on the circus train.
Some jump high, some jump off again.
And the razzmatazz is rolling, women folk unveiled.
All truths to light, all crosses nailed.
Aiming high where the eagle circles
where he keeps his tail feathers clean.
And wonders “Am I still a free bird?
Or just a part of the machine.''

They hitch their covered wagons and they roll out west.
Politics in the pockets of their Sunday best.
Shaking hands, kissing babies, for all that they're worth.
Oh, they promise you gold, promise heaven on earth.

Still, that old bald eagle circles
it's not the first time that he's seen
his reflection in the eyes of innocence.
He's become just another
part of the machine.

I wish I had an eagle like you
to look up to.
He could be my wings to fly in a big bird sky
up above the whole machine.

Smart guys aren't running
they're home and dry.
Up in the mountains where the eagle flies.
They wouldn't take that job
offered on a plate.
They got to fly with the eagle, and he won't wait.
Looking down on the smoke and the factories
till the truth creeps up unseen.
They see themselves in the faces of their children
and realize they too are
part of the machine.

I wish I had an eagle like you
to wake up to.
He could be my wings to fly
in a big bird sky, hey
let's be part of the machine.

Part of the machine

RAINBOW BLUES
Through northern lights on back streets
I told the coachman, "Just drive me on,
It's the same old destination
but a different world to sing upon.''
So he threw back his head and he counted.
I jumped out about five to nine.

And I waved at the stage door-keeper
said, "Mister, get me to the stage on time.''
Oh, but the rain wasn't made of waterand the snow didn't have a place in the sun
so I slipped behind a rainbow
and waited till the show had done.

I packed my ammunition.
Inside the crowd was shouting, "Encore'',

But I had a most funny feeling
it wasn't me they were shouting for.
So when the tall dark lady smiled at me
I said, "Oh, baby let us go for a ride.''
And we came upon two drinks or four
and popped them oh so neatly inside.

Oh, but the rain wasn't made of water
and the snow didn't have a place in the sun
so we slipped behind a rainbow
and lay there until we had done.

Let me pack you deep in my suitcase.
Oh, there's sure to be room for two
or you can drive me to the airplane

but don't let me catch those rainbow blues.

RHYTHM IN GOLD
I have to call you up. Think I've seen a vision of rhythm in gold.
No cat could ever move that way. No puss would dare to be so bold.
Must tell the boys to follow you.
Catch you where you go to ground.
A lady of means, I can see. Rhythm in gold is getting to me.
What's your name, and where can I find you?

Are you just a rich man's friend,
or was it always in the family?
You seem to throw the challenge down,
by the way you didn't even look at me.
Put the boys on you. Immobilize your nine-eleven.

There's nothing I could do for you that would really matter much anyway.
You belong to everyone. Rhythm in gold's the number that you play.

Put the boys on you. Sabotage your nine-eleven.

JETHRO TULL: Otras letras (A-J)

1. 17
2. Aeroplane
3. Alive and Well and Living in
4. A Passion Play
5. A Stitch in Time
6. Beltane
7. Coronach
8. Crossword
9. Down at the End of Your Road
10. Dr. Bogenbroom
11. Driving Song
12. Glory Row
13. I'm Your Gun
14. It All Trickles Down
15. Jack-A-Lynn
16. Jack Frost and the Hooded Crowd
17. John Barleycorn
18. Just Trying to Be

17
I remember when
we had a lot of things to do,
impressed by all the words we read
and the heroes that we knew.
Climb on your your dream,
a dream of our own making
to find a place that we could later lose
to whatever time would bring.

We were seventeen
and the cakeman was affecting you,
moving you to greater things
(in a lesser way) you had to prove.
The clock struck summertime.
You were going round in circles now.
Wishing you were seventeen.
At twenty-one, it was a long time gone.

And now here you are.
You're locked in your own excuse.
The circle's getting smaller every day.
You're busy planning your next fifty years.
So stay the way you are
and keep your head down to the same old ground.
Just paint your picture boy until you find
a closed circle's better than an open line.

Yes stay the way you are.
I got a circle that's the same as yours.
It may be bigger, but I've more to lose.

Who is the luckier man me or you?

AEROPLANE
Flying made of sticks and paper:
aeroplane.
Dying is the wind but climbing,
my aeroplane.
Blowing, and going somewhere high
in the evening tumbling down,
but it's surely been up there.

Crying want to live my life as
my aeroplane
Sighing in the sun's eye, but softly:
my aeroplane.
Lonely, but only till it comes down,
well there's people running round.
But it's surely been up there.

Flying my aeroplane.
my aeroplane
my aeroplane

my aeroplane

ALIVE AND WELL AND LIVING IN
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.

A PASSION PLAY
The Silver Cord
"Do you still see me even here?''
(The silver cord lies on the ground.)
"And so I'm dead'', the young man said
over the hill (not a wish away).
My friends (as one) all stand aligned
although their taxis came too late.
There was / a rush along the Fulham Road
There was / a hush in the Passion Play
Such a sense of glowing in the aftermath
ripe with rich attainments all imagined
sad misdeeds in disarray
the sore thumb screams aloud,
echoing out of the Passion Play.
All the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key
Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance.
There was a rush along the Fulham Road
into the Ever-passion Play.

And who comes here to wish me well?
A sweetly-scented angel fell.
She laid her head upon my disbelief
and bathed me with her ever-smile.
And with a howl across the sand
I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound
NO-ONE (but someone to be found).

Memory Bank
All along the icy wastes there are faces smiling in the gloom.
Roll up roll down, Feeling unwound? Step into the viewing room.
The cameras were all around. We've got you taped you're in the play.
Here's your I.D. (Ideal for identifying one and all.)
Invest your life in the memory bank ours the interest and we thank you.
The ice-cream lady wets her drawers, to see you in the passion play.
Take the prize for instant pleasure, captain of the cricket team
public speaking in all weathers, a knighthood from a queen.

Best Friends
All your best friends' telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand.
There's a line in a front-page story, 13 horses that also-ran.
Climb in your old umbrella. Does it have a nasty tear in the dome?
But the rain only gets in sometimes and the sun never leaves you alone,
you alone, you alone, you alone, you alone, you alone.

Critique Oblique
Lover of the black and white it's your first night.
The Passion Play, goes all the way, spoils your insight.
Tell me how the baby's made, how the lady's laid,
Why the old dog howls in sadness.

And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders
of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
(The examining body examined her body.)
Actor of the low-high Q, let's hear your view.
Peek at the lines upon your sleeves since your memory won't do.
Tell me: how the baby's graded, how the lady's faded,
why the old dogs howl with madness.
All of this and some of that's the only way to skin the cat.
And now you've lost a skin or two, you're for us and we for you.
The dressing room is right behind, We've got you taped, you're in the play.
How does it feel to be in the play?
How does it feel to play the play?
How does it feel to be the play?

Man of passion rise again, we won't cross you out:
for we do love you like a son, of that there's no doubt.
Tell us: is it you who are here for our good cheer?
Or are we here for the glory, for the story, for the gory satisfaction
of telling you how absolutely awful you really are?
There was - a rush along the Fulham Road.
There was - a hush in the Passion Play.

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). They bend at the knees.
Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk of when they were young
of ladies lost and erring sons.
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends)
pure as the truth, tied at both ends.
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Scented cathedral spire pointed down.
We pray for souls in Kentish Town
A delicate hush the gods, floating by
wishing us well, pie in the sky.
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed
of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed)
Show me a good man and I'll show you the door.
The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More.''

Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done,
I've put in a request to take up my turn
in that forsaken paradise that calls itself "Hell''
where no-one has nothing and nothing is well meaning fool,
pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling.
Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do.

Overseer Overture
Colours I've none, dark or light, red, white or blue.
Cold is my touch (freezing).

Summoned by name - I am the overseer over you.
Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere.
Fallen from grace, called on to bring sun or rain.
Occasional corn from my oversight grew.
Fell with mine angels from a far better place,
offering services for the saving of face.
Now you're here, you may as well admire
all whom living has retired from the benign reconciliation.
Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights
seen in the sky (flashing).
I just lit a fag then took my leave in the blink of an eye.
Passionate play join round the maypole in dance
(primitive rite) (wrongly).
Summoned by name I am the overseer over you.

Flight From Lucifer
Flee the icy Lucifer. Oh he's an awful fellow!
What a mistake! I didn't take a feather from his pillow.
Here’s the everlasting rub: neither am I good or bad.
I’d give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had.
I'm only breathing. There's life on my ceiling.
The flies there are sleeping quietly.
Twist my right arm in the dark.
I would give two or three for
one of those days that never made
impressions on the old score.
I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree.
Everyone's saved we're in the grave.
See you there for afternoon tea.
Time for awaking the tea lady's making
a brew-up and baking new bread.
Pick me up at half past none
there's not a moment to lose.
There is the train on which I came.
On the platform are my old shoes.
Station master rings his bell.
Whistles blow and flags wave.
A little of what you fancy does you good (or so it should).
I thank everybody
for making me welcome.
I’d stay but my wings have just dropped off.

Magus Perde
Hail! 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.
Magus Perde, take your hand from off the chain.
Loose a wish to still, the rain, the storm about to be.
Here am I (voyager into life).
Tough are the soles that tread the knife’s edge.
Break the circle, stretch the line, call upon the devil.
Bring the gods, the golds’ own fire
In the conflict revel.
The passengers upon the ferry crossing, waiting to be born,
renew the pledge of life's long song rise to the reveille horn.
Animals queuing at the gate that stands upon the shore
breathe the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door.

Man - son of man - buy the flame of ever-life
(yours to breathe and breath the pain of living): living be!
Here am I! Roll the stone away from the dark into ever-day.

Epilogue
There was a rush along the Fulham Road

into the Ever-passion Play.

A STITCH IN TIME
I work in dark factories, a cog in the big wheel,
driving grey satanic mills and weaving sad stories.
And faceless masters oh, they pay me plenty
crumbs from their luncheon packs, harsh wine from bottles halk empty.
A stitch in time saves nine.
Said Cock Robin from the wall.
It's an early bird catches the worm.
Show a little pride before you fall.
So I flew to the south sun with birds of a feather
to drink in the warm nights and tell of fine weather.

A stitch in time saves nine.
Said Cock Robin from the wall.
It's an early bird catches the worm.
Show a little pride before you fall.

Listen all you young folk your lives on a timetable,
clocking on twenty-one fly while you're able.
A stitch in time saves nine.
Said Cock Robin from the wall.
It's an early bird catches the worm.
Show a little pride before you fall.

A stitch in time saves nine.
Said Cock Robin from the wall.
It's an early bird catches the worm.

Show a little pride before you fall.

BELTANE
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 snap in the grass behind your feet and a tap upon your shoulder.
And the thin wind crawls along your neck it's just the old gods getting older.
And the kestral drops like a fall of shot and the red cloud hanging high
come a Beltane.
Have you ever loved a lover of the old elastic truth?
And doted on the daughter in the ministry of youth?
Thrust your head between the breasts of the fertile innocent.
And taken up the cause of love, for the sake of argument.
Or while the kisses drop like a fall of shot from soft lips in the rain.
come a Beltane.
Happy old new year to you and yours.
The sun's up for one more day, to be sure.
Play it out gladly, for your card's marked again.

Have you walked around your parks and towns so knife-edged orderly?
While the fires are burned on the hills upturned in far-off wild country.
And felt the chill on your window-sill as the green man comes around.
With his walking cane of sweet hazel brings it crashing down.
Sends your knuckles white as the thin stick bites. Well, it's just your groaning pains.
Come a Beltane. Come a Beltane.
Come a Beltane. Come a Beltane.
Come a Beltane. Come a Beltane.
Come a Beltane. Come a Beltane.

CORONACH
Grey the mist cold the dawn;
cruel the sea and stern the shore.
Brave the man who sets his course
For Albion.

Sweet the rose sharp the thorn;
meek the soil and proud the corn.
Blessed the lamb that would be born
within this green and pleasant land.
Hi-O-Ran-I-Ro
Hi-O-Ran-I-Ro.

Brown furrow shine
beneath the rain washed blue.
Bright crystal streams
from eagle mountains born.
Fortune has smiled on those who wake anew,
within this fortress nature built
to stay the hand of war.

With the wind from the east
came the first of those to tread
upon this stone, this stone of kings;
this realm, this new Jerusalem.
Hi-O-Ran-I-Ro

Hi-O-Ran-I-Ro

CROSSWORD
Walking on air, shoulder and head above you.
Down in the street, black canyons walking through.
Hooded sad eyes, fixed on your shuffle shoes.
Life is a clue in your crossword.

Typewriter turk. Telephone terror takes
time to wind down. Push-button finger shakes.
City of dreams. Back to your quiet nightmare.
Your life is a clue in the crossword.

Working to rule in your own time.
Drag yourself home to your star sign page.
Staying awake on cold yesterday's steak and warm beer.

Ladder of string climbing to sweet success.
Homework aside. Your brain on the train to test.
Pick up the news (you left on the seat beside you).
Your life is a clue in the crossword.
Your life is a clue in the crossword.

Your life is a clue in the crossword.

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.
And I live down the end of your road.

I'm working on ways to remove you from paradise,
from your striped lawn and your new swimming pool.
I place broken bottles in your geraniums
sabotage your gardening tools.
And I live down the end of your road.

By day I am a real estate gentleman
I deal in fine properties cheap at the price
After dark, I plan my most devious practices
Which you might think are not very nice.

Designing a system to reverse your plumbing
welling up, as you sit on your private throne.
Will come up all kinds of vile and despicable nasties
you would rather not have in your home.
And I live down the end of your road.

Dispensed loathsome creatures in your drawing room,
Sent doggy poo-poos in your morning mail.
Rat's heads and lark's wings should set your tums turning
and your houses will soon be for sale.
And I live down the end of your road.
Yes, I live down the end of your road.
Well, I live down the end of your road.
I live down the end of your road.
I live down the end of your road.

I live down the end of your road.

DR. BOGENBROOM
I have 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 super pill.
Well, I'm going down to revisit Dr. Bogenbroom.
Well, I'm on my way, three cheers for Dr. Bogenbroom.

Well, I tried my best to love you all,
all you hypocrites and whores,
with your eyes upon 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 to revisit Dr. Bogenbroom.

Well, I'm on my way, three cheers for Dr. Bogenbroom.

DRIVING SONG
Will they ever stop driving me?
Have they ever taken time to see
That I need some rest if I'm to do my best?
Can I please stop working so hard?
They just tell me gotta close it hard
Got to think of my health. Can I be myself?

Oh, tell me I'll be home some day,
Well I doubt it if I continue this way,
'cause this hard life I've led is making me dead.

GLORY ROW
Oh, we'll put your name up in lights, put you down on Glory Row.
Would you be the star of ages to light your own way at night?
Might be a former beauty queen with your high smile stuck on so tightly.
They come and they go down on Glory Row.
It's the same old story yes, it the same old show.
Well, hello all you gentlemen, I fear I'm a lot like you.
We're wearing the same school tie but a different pair of shoes.
How did you get to be who you are? Will your children share the blame?
Is it really worth the time it takes to carve your name on Glory Row?
Down on Glory Row. It's the same old story yes, it the same old show.
Rise up all you fine young ladies and take arms for the show.
Oh, we'll put your name up inlights, put you down on Glory Row.
Would you be the star of ages to light your own way at night?
Might be a former beauty queen with your high smile stuck on so tightly.
They come and they go down on Glory Row.
It's the same old story yes, it the same old show.
Well, hello all you gentlemen, I fear I'm a lot like you.
We're wearing the same school tie but a different pair of shoes.
How did you get to be who you are? Will your children share the blame?
Is it really worth the time it takes to carve your name on Glory Row?

Down on Glory Row. It's the same old story yes, it the same old show.

I’M YOUR GUN
Blew my smoke on a sunny day,
when the first black powder came my way.
Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold
to win fair lady and take your gold.
I know it hardly seems the time (I am your gun)
to talk of blue steel so sublime. (I am your gun)
I can understand your point of view. (I am your gun)
To tell the truth I'd scare me too.

Match, wheel and flintlock, they all caught your eye.
Pearl-handled ladies' models, scaled down to size.
I am the peacemaker, so the theory goes.
But I don't choose the company I keep and it shows.

I am your gun.
Love me, I'm your gun.

Maxim and Browning, they helped me along.
Stoner, Kalashnikov thrilled to my song.
Now one of me exists, for each one of you,
So how can you blame me for the things that I do?

Now I take second place to the motor car(I am your gun)
in the score of killing kept thus far. (I am your gun)
And just remember, if you don't mind (I am your gun)
it's not the gun that kills but the man behind.
I am your gun.
I am your gun.
I am your gun.
I am your gun.

IT ALL TRICKLES DOWN
There's a dragon-tail swishing behind tonight.
Poison's rising. I'm up too tight.
I might not be responsible
for the things that I might do.

My tanks are full and my dogs are loose.
Bees in my bonnet. Stew in juice.
Sauté-simmer, shallow-fry
when it all trickles down to you.
It all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down,
from me to you.

My day was rough, don't care about yours.
I put muddy feet on your polished floor.
A goose to cook, a job that I'm
well qualified to do.
And it all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down
from me to you.

Would be the one, would be the tea on toast.
Would be the Son, would be the Holy Ghost.
If this is not believable
then you've just had one too few.

Would be the mad Jack to your Queen of Spades.
A little Mac in your burger trade.
One dead-cert consequence --
it all trickles down to you.
And it all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down
from me to you.

There's a dragon-tail swishing behind tonight.
Poison's rising. I'm up too tight.
I might not be responsible
for the things that I might do.

My tanks are full and my dogs are loose.
Bees in my bonnet. Stew in juice.
Sauté-simmer, shallow-fry
when it all trickles down to you.
It all trickles down.
Yes it all trickles down.
Well it all trickles down,
from me to you.

JACK-A-LYNN
Cold aeroplanes, slow boats, warm trains
remind me of Jack-A-Lynn.
Lush hotels and pretty girls
won't cheer the misty mood I'm in.
Silly, sad, I've never had to write this before,
oh, Jack-A-Lynn.

Funny how long nights allow
thoughts of Jack-A-Lynn.
When phantoms tread around my bed
to offer restless dreams they bring.
And it's just the time and place to find
a sad song to play for Jack-A-Lynn.

Magpies that shriek, old boots that leak
call me to Jack-A-Lynn.
Coal-black cats in policeman's hats
nosing where the mice have been.
And the long miaow's beginning now
and I'm far, far from home and Jack-A-Lynn.
Jack, Jack-A-Lynn
Jack, Jack-A-Lynn
Jack, Jack-A-Lynn

Jack, Jack-A-Lynn

JACK FROST AND THE HOODED CROW
Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow,
while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go.
Why not spare a through this day for those who have no flame
To warm their bones at Christmas time?
Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.

Now as the last broad oak leaf falls, we beg: consider this:
There’s some who have no coin to save for turkey, wine or gifts..
No children's laughter round the fire, no family left to know.
So lend a warm and a helping hand:
say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.
As holly pricks and ivy clings, your fate is none too clear.
The Lord may find you wanting, let your good fortune disappear.
All homely comforts blown away and all that’s left to show is to share your joy at Christmas time
with Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.

Through long December nights we talk in words of rain or snow,
while you, through chattering teeth, reply and curse us as you go.
Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame
to warm their bones at Christmas time?

Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.

JOHN BARLEYCORN
There were three men, came out of the west,
Their fortunes for to try
And these three men made a solemn vow:
John Barleycorn must die!
Well, they've ploughed, they've sown, the've harrowed him in.
Threw clouds upon his head.
Till these three men were satisfied.
John Barleycorn was dead.
They've let him lie for a long long time,
till the rains from heaven did fall.

And little sir John sprang up his head
And so amazed them all.
They let him fly till the midsummer's day,
Till he looked both pale and wan, oh,
Then little Sir John has grown a long long beard
And so became a man.

They have hired men with the scythes so sharp.
To cut him off at the knee,
They rolled and they tied him around the waist,
serving him most him barbarously.
They hired men with the sharp pitchforks
to prick him to the heart.
And the loader he has served him worse than that,
for he's bound him to the cart.

Well, they've wheeled him 'round and 'round the field,
till they came onto a barn.
And there they made their solemn oath,
concerning a Barleycorn.
They hired men with the crab tree sticks
to split him skin from bone, yeah,
but the miller he has served him worst and bad
for he ground him between two stones.

Well there's beer all in the barrel
and brandy in the glass,
but little old sir John with his nut-brown bowl
proved the strongest man at last.
John Barleycorn, throw him up, throw him up!

Now the huntsman, he can't hunt the fox,
nor loudly blow his horn
And the tinker he can't mend his pots
Without John Barleycorn,
John Barleycorn, John Barleycorn,
Barleycorn, Barleycorn
John Barleycorn, John Barleycorn.

JUST TRYING TO BE
There was a time that 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 lead 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