Bad-Eyed 'n' Loveless Jethro Tull

Yes'n she's bad eyed and she's loveless A young man's fancy and an old man's dream I'm self raising and I flower in her company Give me no sugar without her cream She's a warm fart at Christmas

Bad-Eyed And Loveless Jethro Tull

Bad-Eyed And Loveless Yes'n she's bad-eyed and she's loveless. A young man's fancy and an old man's dream. I'm self raising and I flower in her company. Give me no sugar without her cream.

Cross-Eyed Mary Jethro Tull

Who would be a poor man a beggarman, a thief if he had a rich man in his hand And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if he could take it from the money man Cross-eyed Mary goes

Cross Eyed Mary Jethro Tull

Who would be a poor man a beggarman, a thief if he had a rich man in his hand And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if he could take it from the money man Cross eyed Mary goes

Cross-Eyed Mary (Palais Des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975) Jethro Tull

Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief if he had a rich man in his hand And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if he could take it from the money man Cross eyed Mary goes jumping

Thinking Round Corners Jethro Tull

Think back to the dream you had; no sense of being good or bad. Jump to the left, jump to the right. Think round corners into night. Let's go in wet corridors: dive down drains.

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.

Gold-Tipped Boots, Black Jacket And Tie Jethro Tull

Yes, `n' I'm turning again. Well, I'm turning again. And I'm turning again. Wearing gold-tipped boots, black jacket and tie. Black jacket and tie.

GOLD TIPPED BOOTS BLACK J Jethro Tull

I'm banered and bruised I got lines I can't use My head won't deliver Well, I'm sold down the river But I'm turning again Yes, `n' I'm turning again Well, I'm turning again And I'm turning again

QUOTE Jethro Tull

And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills.

Requiem Jethro Tull

And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly at play velvet veined. I saw it burn. With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew right on by.

Sanctuary Jethro Tull

Hood-eyed little middlemen profited from damaged goods, along the way. Good angels brought her back to a last Nepal summer. Debased, hollow-faced, a smile might become her.

Requiem (2002 Remaster) Jethro Tull

And the black-eyed mother sun scorched the butterfly at play velvet veined. I saw it burn. With a wintry storm-blown sigh, a silver cloud blew right on by.

Requiem (Early Ver.) Jethro Tull

Well, I saw a bird today Flying from a bush And the wind blew it away And the black eyed mother sun Scorched the butterfly at play Velvet veined I saw it burn With a wintry storm blown sigh A silver cloud

Mountain Men Jethro Tull

Future sun called winds to blow and the past and present hard-eyed crow flew hunting high and circling low over blackened plains of Eden.

Hot Mango Flush Jethro Tull

Doe-eyed ragamuffin mumbling - Scolded for some vague infraction. Stole a penny candy-coloured sweetheart kiss down at the market.

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.

Kissing Willie Jethro Tull

Nice girl, but a bad girl's better. Qualifies in both ways to my mind. But now she's kissing Willie. She shows a leg shows it damn well. Knows how to drive a man right back to being a child.

Stormy Monday Blues Jethro Tull

Stormy Monday Blues (T-Bone Walker) I said they call it Stormy Monday But I said Tuesday's just as bad. I said they call it Stormy Monday Tuesday is just as bad.

Clasp Jethro Tull

We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits dliding Cold-eyed march towards the dawn behind hard-weather hoods-a-hiding Meeting as the tall ships do passing in the channel Afraid to chance

Roots To Branches Jethro Tull

Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening. Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening. True disciples carrying that message to colour just a little with their personal touch.

The Water Carrier Jethro Tull

Plush on a Naïn carpet; on a café chair Every good traveller's for the taking. All good money for the making. Seller's market: wet appeal. Water carrier --- let's make the deal.

We Used To Know Jethro Tull

We Used To Know Whenever I get to feel this way, try to find new words to say, I think about the bad old days we used to know. Nights of winter turn me cold fears of dying, getting old.

Aqualung Jethro Tull

Aqualung (Lyrics by Jennie Anderson) Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.

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

Wicked Windows Jethro Tull

Still waiting: bad blood running in close families. I laughed like any child - although you might find that strange and christmas was my favourite holiday. Christmas was my favourite holiday.

Some Day The Sun Won't Shine For You (2008 Digital Remaster - Mono) Jethro Tull

And let the bad times out. That old sun keeps on shining, But someday it won't shine for you. In the morning I'll be leaving. I'll leave your mother too. "

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. Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams --- the transport caf...

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.Death's head belt buckle yesterday's dreams The transport caf' prophet of d...

Some Day the Sun Won't Shine for You Jethro Tull

leaving this place I don't believe you'll cry there'll be a smile upon your face I didn't think how much you'd hurt me That's something that I laugh about Bring in the good times, baby And let the bad

A New Day Yesterday Jethro Tull

My luck should be so bad now to turn out this way. Oh I had to leave today just when I thought I'd found you. It was a new day yesterday But it's an old day now.

Nothing Is Easy Jethro Tull

Nothing is easy, you'll find that the squeeze won't turn out so bad. Your fingers may freeze, worse things happen at sea, there's good times to be had.

Ginnungagap Jethro Tull

, the scream, the howl Pure essence fills new Earth and Sky Ancestral form of myth and legend Giants, Gods, to glorify Father, Mother, to them all The bleak betrayal comes to pass As daughters, sons, bad

Hammer on Hammer Jethro Tull

beneath The darkened deeps so far from shore Line cut, dagger to sheath Stage must be set for mortal battle Völva prophesy fufilled At Ragnarök, gory conclusion: Drowning world to raise, rebuild Vlad, the bad

Fly By Night Jethro Tull

And though you might think it's too bad of me I have to leave you with used memories. I have no stomach for the dawn. I feel I should be moving on and so I fly by night.

Flight From Lucifer Jethro Tull

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.

Audition Jethro Tull

While ladies get their bedding done to win themselves a bouncing son, but bad girls do it for the fun of just being.

Fallen On Hard Times Jethro Tull

Running on bad lines we'd better run as we go, Tear up, tear up the overdraft again. Oh, dear Prime Minister it's all such a mess. Go right ahead and pull the rotten tooth. Oh, Mr.

Dogs In The Midwinter Jethro Tull

Dogs In The Midwinter You ever had a day like I had today, when things are stacked up bad? You look around and every face you see seems guaranteed to send you mad.

Valley Jethro Tull

Some bad people living further down the valley, Not easy for us to do good trade. We got snowmelt, snowmelt sweet water; they got that valley road that they made.

John Barleycorn Jethro Tull

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.

Flying Colours Jethro Tull

With my colours on I can be just as bad as you. Have I had a glass too much? Did I give a smile too few? Did our friends all catch the needle match, did we want them to?

Thick As A Brick Jethro Tull

And the love that I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today and you shake your head and say it's a shame. Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.

Son Jethro Tull

Son Oh, I feel sympathy. Be grateful my son for what you get. Expression and passion. Ten days for watching the sunset; when I was your age amusement we made for ourselves. "Permission to breathe ...

Watching Me Watching You Jethro Tull

Watching Me Watching You I sit by the cutting on the Beaconsfield line. He's watching me watching the trains go by. And they move so fast, boy, they really fly. He's still watching me watching yo...

Super Jethro Tull

your super-crooks and show us all the way. Well! Make your will and testament. Won't you? Join your local government. We'll have Superman for president let Robin save the day. So! Where the hell ...

As one Jethro Tull

El Niño As one, wet merchants turn their eyes towards the west. Trade winds falter as if in dire consequence. Freezing fish to fry, fail to materialise. Christ-child, blood-warm current sen...

Locomotive breath Jethro Tull

In the Shuffling madess of the locomotive breath, runs the all time loser, headlong to his death. He feels the piston scraping steam breaking on his brow old Charlie stole the handle and the trai...

Working John, Working Joe Jethro Tull

Working John, Working Joe When I was a young man (as all good tales begin) I was taught to hold out my hand. And for my pay I worked an honest day and took what pittance I could win. Now I'm a wor...