 10 Great Songs » Besedila [+ Dodaj +] |
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1. _ Teacher
Well the dawn was coming,
Heard him ringing on my bell.
He said, "My name's the teacher,
That is what I call myself.
And I have a lesson
That I must impart to you.
It's an old expression
But I must insist it's true.
Jump up, look around,
Find yourself some fun,
No sense in sitting there hating everyone.
No man's an island and his castle isn't home,
The nest is for nothing when the bird has flown."
So I took a journey,
Threw my world into the sea.
With me went the teacher
Who found fun instead of me.
Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed.
I try to socialize but I can't seem to find
What I was looking for, got something on my mind.
Then the teacher told me
It had been a lot of fun.
Thanked me for his ticket
And all that I had done.
Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed.
I try to socialize but I can't seem to find
What I was looking for, got something on my mind.
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2. _ 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 water
And 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.
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3. _ Living In the Past
Living In The Past
Jethro Tull
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 in
every boy and girl was my friend.
Now there's revolution, but they don't know
what they're fighting.
Let us close out eyes;
outside their lives go on much faster.
Oh, we won't give in,
we'll keep living in the past.
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4. _ Bungle In the Jungle
Bungle in the Jungle
JETHRO TULL
Walking through forests of palm tree apartments ---
scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents
down by the waterhole --- drunk every Friday ---
eating their nuts --- saving their raisins for Sunday.
Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows ---
they're fast but they're lazy, and sleep in green meadows.
Let's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all right by me.
I'm a tiger when I want love,
but I'm a snake if we disagree.
Just say a word and the boys will be right there:
with claws at your back to send a chill through the night air.
Is it so frightening to have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder.
I'll write on your tombstone, ''I thank you for dinner.''
This game that we animals play is a winner.
Let's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all right by me.
I'm a tiger when I want love,
but I'm a snake if we disagree.
The rivers are full of crocodile nasties
and He who made kittens put snakes in the grass.
He's a lover of life but a player of pawns ---
yes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn
to light up His Jungle
as play is resumed.
The monkeys seem willing to strike up the tune.
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5. _ Passion Play [Edit No. 8] [Edit]
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6. _ Thick As a Brick [Edit No. 1] [Edit]
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7. _ Aqualung [Live At Madison Square Garden] [Live]
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8. _ Too Old To Rock 'N' Roll [Live At Madison Square Garden] [Live]
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9. _ Minstrel In the Gallery
The minstrel in the gallery
Looked down upon the smiling faces.
He met the gazes observed the spaces
Between the old men's cackle.
He brewed a song of love and hatred,
Oblique suggestions and he waited.
He polarized the pumpkin-eaters,
Static-humming panel-beaters,
Freshly day-glow'd factory cheaters
(salaried and collar-scrubbing).
He titillated men-of-action
Belly warming, hands still rubbing
On the parts they never mention.
He pacified the nappy-suffering, infant-bleating,
One-line jokers, T.V. documentary makers
(overfed and undertakers).
Sunday paper backgammon players
Family-scarred and women-haters.
Then he called the band down to the stage
And he looked at all the friends he'd made.
The minstrel in the gallery
Looked down on the rabbit-run.
And threw away his looking-glass
Saw his face in everyone.
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10. _ Locomotive Breath [Including Dambusters March] [Live At Madison Square
In the shuffling madness
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 train it won't stop going
No way to slow down.
He sees his children jumping off
At the stations - one by one.
His woman and his best friend
In bed and having fun.
He's crawling down the corridor
On his hands and knees
Old Charlie stole the handle and
The train it won't stop going
No way to slow down.
He hears the silence howling
Catches angels as they fall.
And the all-time winner
Has got him by the balls.
He picks up Gideons Bible
Open at page one
God He stole the handle and
The train won't stop going
No way to slow down.
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