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DISCID=26122413
DTITLE=Jethro Tull / The Best of Jethro Tull (vol 1)
TTITLE0=A Song for Jeffrey
TTITLE1=Beggar's Farm
TTITLE2=A Christmas Song
TTITLE3=A New Day Yesterday
TTITLE4=Bouree
TTITLE5=Nothing Is Easy
TTITLE6=Living in the Past
TTITLE7=To Cry You a Song
TTITLE8=Teacher
TTITLE9=Sweet Dream
TTITLE10=Cross-Eyed Mary
TTITLE11=Mother Goose
TTITLE12=Aqualung
TTITLE13=Locomotive Breath
TTITLE14=Life is a Long Song
TTITLE15=Thick as a Brick (extract)
TTITLE16=A Passion Play (extract)
TTITLE17=Skating Away on the Thin Ice of a New Day
TTITLE18=Bungle in the Jungle
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EXTT0=A Song For Jeffrey\n\n\nGonna lose my way tomorrow,\ngonna give away
EXTT0= my car.\nI'd take you along with me,\nbut you would not go so far
EXTT0=.\nDon't see what I do not want to see,\nyou don't hear what I don
EXTT0='t say.\nWon't be what I don't want to be,\nI continue in my way.\n
EXTT0= \nDon't see, see, see where I'm goin',\nDon't see, see, see where
EXTT0= I'm goin',\nDon't see, see, see where I'm goin' to,\nI don't want
EXTT0= to.\n \nEveryday I see the mornin' come on in the same old way.\nI
EXTT0= tell myself tomorrow brings me things I would not dream today.\n
EXTT0=\n
EXTT1=Beggar's Farm\n\n\nYou're taking chances.  And your reputation's go
EXTT1=ing down.\nGoing out in the night-time.  You think you make no so
EXTT1=und.\nBut you don't fool me.  `Cos I know what you feel.\nIf you i
EXTT1=gnore the things I say --\nsomeday soon's gonna find you\n`way dow
EXTT1=n on Beggar's Farm.\n \nI pay my money for no returns.\nI think I n
EXTT1=eed you.  Going to find someone.\nOh, you don't fool me.  `Cos I 
EXTT1=know what you feel.\nWhen you go out I ask you why.\nAnd I won't w
EXTT1=orry when I see you lying\ndown on Beggar's Farm.\n \nWhen you run 
EXTT1=to me, going to turn away.\nWon't even listen when you try to say
EXTT1=\nthat you were only fooling around --\n`Cos I know what you feel.
EXTT1=\nBut if you ask me nicely, woman --\nI'll wake up early one day s
EXTT1=oon and\nI'll visit you down on Beggar's Farm.\n\n
EXTT2=Christmas Song\n\n\nOnce in Royal David's City stood a lonely cattl
EXTT2=e shed,\nwhere a mother held her baby.\nYou'd do well to remember 
EXTT2=the things He later said.\nWhen you're stuffing yourselves at the
EXTT2= Christmas parties,\nyou'll just laugh when I tell you to take a 
EXTT2=running jump.\nYou're missing the point I'm sure does not need ma
EXTT2=king\nthat Christmas spirit is not what you drink.\n\nSo how can yo
EXTT2=u laugh when your own mother's hungry,\nand how can you smile whe
EXTT2=n the reasons for smiling are wrong?\nAnd if I just messed up you
EXTT2=r thoughtless pleasures,\nremember, if you wish, this is just a C
EXTT2=hristmas song.\n\n(Hey!  Santa!  Pass us that bottle, will you?)\n\n
EXTT2=
EXTT3=A New Day Yesterday\n\n\nMy first and last time with you\nand we had
EXTT3= some fun.\nwenT walking through the trees, yeah!\nAnd then I kiss
EXTT3=ed you once.\nOh I want to see you soon\nbut I wonder how.\nIt was 
EXTT3=a new day yesterday\nbut it's an old day now.\n\nSpent a long time 
EXTT3=looking\nfor a game to play.\nMy luck should be so bad now\nto turn
EXTT3= out this way.\nOh I had to leave today\njust when I thought I'd f
EXTT3=ound you.\nIt was a new day yesterday\nBut it's an old day now.\n
EXTT4=
EXTT5=Nothing Is Easy\n\n\nNothing is easy.\nThough time gets you worrying
EXTT5=\nmy friend, it's o.k.\nJust take your life easy\nand stop all that
EXTT5= hurrying,\nbe happy my way.\n\nWhen tension starts mounting\nand yo
EXTT5=u've lost count\nof the pennies you've missed,\njust try hard and 
EXTT5=see why they're not worrying me,\nthey're last on my list.\nNothin
EXTT5=g's easy.\n\nNothing is easy, you'll find\nthat the squeeze won't t
EXTT5=urn out so bad.\nYour fingers may freeze, worse things happen at 
EXTT5=sea,\nthere's good times to be had.\nSo if you're alone and you're
EXTT5= down to the bone,\njust give us a play.\nYou'll smile in a while 
EXTT5=and discover\nthat I'll get you happy my way --\nnothing's easy.\n
EXTT6=Living In The Past\n\n\nHappy and I'm smiling,\nwalk a mile to drink
EXTT6= your water.\nYou know I'd love to love you,\nand above you there'
EXTT6=s no other.\nWe'll go walking out\nwhile others shout of war's dis
EXTT6=aster.\nOh, we won't give in,\nlet's go living in the past.\n\nOnce 
EXTT6=I used to join in\nevery boy and girl was my friend.\nNow there's 
EXTT6=revolution, but they don't know\nwhat they're fighting.\nLet us cl
EXTT6=ose out eyes;\noutside their lives go on much faster.\nOh, we won'
EXTT6=t give in,\nwe'll keep living in the past.\n
EXTT7=To Cry You A Song\n\n\nFlying so high, trying to remember\nhow many 
EXTT7=cigarettes did I bring along?\nWhen I get down I'll jump in a tax
EXTT7=i cab\ndriving through London town\nto cry you a song.\n\nIt's been 
EXTT7=a long time --\nstill shaking my wings.\nWell, I'm a glad bird\nI g
EXTT7=ot changes to ring.\n\nClosing my dream inside its paper-bag.\nThou
EXTT7=ght I saw angels\nbut I could have been wrong.\nSearch in my case,
EXTT7=\ncan't find what they're looking for.\nWaving me through\nto cry y
EXTT7=ou a song.\n\nIt's been a long time --\nstill shaking my wings.\nWel
EXTT7=l I'm a glad bird\nI got changes to ring.\n\nLights in the street,\n
EXTT7=peeping through curtains drawn.\nRattling of safety chain taking 
EXTT7=too long.\nThe smile in your eyes was never so sweet before --\nCa
EXTT7=me down from the skies\nto cry you a song.\n\n
EXTT8=Teacher\n\n\nWell the dawn was coming,\nheard him ringing on my bell
EXTT8=.\nHe said, ``My name's the teacher,\nthat is what I call myself.\n
EXTT8=And I have a lesson\nthat I must impart to you.\nIt's an old expre
EXTT8=ssion\nbut I must insist it's true.\n\nJump up, look around,\nfind y
EXTT8=ourself some fun,\nno sense in sitting there hating everyone.\nNo 
EXTT8=man's an island and his castle isn't home,\nthe nest is for nothi
EXTT8=ng when the bird has flown.''\n\nSo I took a journey,\nthrew my wor
EXTT8=ld into the sea.\nWith me went the teacher\nwho found fun instead 
EXTT8=of me.\n\nHey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?\nSun-ta
EXTT8=nned, drink in hand, lying there in bed.\nI try to socialize but 
EXTT8=I can't seem to find\nwhat I was looking for, got something on my
EXTT8= mind.\n\nThen the teacher told me\nit had been a lot of fun.\nThank
EXTT8=ed me for his ticket\nand all that I had done.\n\nHey man, what's t
EXTT8=he plan, what was that you said?\nSun-tanned, drink in hand, lyin
EXTT8=g there in bed.\nI try to socialize but I can't seem to find\nwhat
EXTT8= I was looking for, got something on my mind.\n\n
EXTT9=Sweet Dream\n\n\nYou'll hear me calling in your sweet dream,\ncan't 
EXTT9=hear your daddy's warning cry.\nYou're going back to be all the t
EXTT9=hings you want to be,\nwhile in sweet dreams you softly sigh.\n\nYo
EXTT9=u hear my voice is calling\nto be mine again,\nlive the rest of yo
EXTT9=ur life in a day.\nGet out and get what you can\nwhile your mummy'
EXTT9=s at home a-sleeping.\nNo time to understand\n`cause they lost wha
EXTT9=t they thought they were keeping.\n\nNo one can see us in your swe
EXTT9=et dream.\ndon't hear you leave to start the car.\nAll wrapped up 
EXTT9=tightly in the coat you borrowed from me,\nyour place of resting 
EXTT9=is not far.\n\nYou'll hear my voice is calling\nto be mine again,\nl
EXTT9=ive the rest of your life in a day.\nGet out and get what you can
EXTT9=\nWhile your mummy's at home a-sleeping.\nNo time to understand,\n`
EXTT9=cause they lost what they thought they were keeping.\n\n
EXTT10=Cross-Eyed Mary\n\n\nWho would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief 
EXTT10=--\nif he had a rich man in his hand.\nAnd who would steal the can
EXTT10=dy\nfrom a laughing baby's mouth\nif he could take it from the mon
EXTT10=ey man.\nCross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again.\nShe signs no cont
EXTT10=ract\nbut she always plays the game.\nDines in Hampstead village\no
EXTT10=n expense accounted gruel,\nand the jack-knife barber drops her o
EXTT10=ff at school.\nLaughing in the playground -- gets no kicks from l
EXTT10=ittle boys:\nwould rather make it with a letching grey.\nOr maybe 
EXTT10=her attention is drawn by Aqualung,\nwho watches through the rail
EXTT10=ings as they play.\nCross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along.\nS
EXTT10=he's a poor man's rich girl\nand she'll do it for a song.\nShe's a
EXTT10= rich man stealer\nbut her favour's good and strong:\nShe's the Ro
EXTT10=bin Hood of Highgate --\nhelps the poor man get along.\n
EXTT11=Mother Goose\n\n\nAs I did walk by Hampstead Fair\nI came upon Mothe
EXTT11=r Goose -- so I turned her loose --\nshe was screaming.\nAnd a for
EXTT11=eign student said to me --\nwas it really true there are elephant
EXTT11=s and lions too\nin Piccadilly Circus?\n\nWalked down by the bathin
EXTT11=g pond\nto try and catch some sun.\nSaw at least a hundred schoolg
EXTT11=irls sobbing\ninto hankerchiefs as one.\nI don't believe they knew
EXTT11=\nI was a schoolboy.\n\nAnd a bearded lady said to me --\nif you sta
EXTT11=rt your raving and your misbehaving --\nyou'll be sorry.\nThen the
EXTT11= chicken-fancier came to play --\nwith his long red beard (and hi
EXTT11=s sister's weird:\nshe drives a lorry).\n\nLaughed down by the putt
EXTT11=ing green --\nI popped `em in their holes.\nFour and twenty labour
EXTT11=ers were labouring --\ndigging up their gold.\nI don't believe the
EXTT11=y knew\nthat I was Long John Silver.\n\nSaw Johnny Scarecrow make h
EXTT11=is rounds\nin his jet-black mac (which he won't give back) --\nsto
EXTT11=le it from a snow man.\n
EXTT12=Aqualung\n\n\nSitting on a park bench --\neyeing ittle girls with ba
EXTT12=d intent.\nSnot running down his nose --\ngreasy fingers smearing 
EXTT12=shabby clothes.\nDrying in the cold sun --\nWatching as the frilly
EXTT12= panties run.\nFeeling like a dead duck --\nspitting out pieces of
EXTT12= his broken luck.\n\nSun streaking cold --\nan old man wandering lo
EXTT12=nely.\nTaking time\nthe only way he knows.\nLeg hurting bad,\nas he 
EXTT12=bends to pick a dog-end --\nhe goes down to the bog\nand warms his
EXTT12= feet.\n\nFeeling alone --\nthe army's up the rode\nsalvation ` la m
EXTT12=ode and\na cup of tea.\nAqualung my friend --\ndon't start away une
EXTT12=asy\nyou poor old sod, you see, it's only me.\nDo you still rememb
EXTT12=er\nDecember's foggy freeze --\nwhen the ice that\nclings on to you
EXTT12=r beard is\nscreaming agony.\nAnd you snatch your rattling last br
EXTT12=eaths\nwith deep-sea-diver sounds,\nand the flowers bloom like\nmad
EXTT12=ness in the spring.\n\n
EXTT13=Locomotive Breath\n\n\nIn the shuffling madess\nof the locomotive br
EXTT13=eath,\nruns the all-time loser,\nheadlong to his death.\nHe feels t
EXTT13=he piston scraping --\nsteam breaking on his brow --\nold Charlie 
EXTT13=stole the handle and\nthe train won't stop going --\nno way to slo
EXTT13=w down.\nHe sees his children jumping off\nat the stations -- one 
EXTT13=by one.\nHis woman and his best friend --\nin bed and having fun.\n
EXTT13=He's crawling down the corridor\non his hands and knees --\nold Ch
EXTT13=arlie stole the handle and\nthe train won't stop going --\nno way 
EXTT13=to slow down.\nHe hears the silence howling --\ncatches angels as 
EXTT13=they fall.\nAnd the all-time winner\nhas got him by the balls.\nHe 
EXTT13=picks up Gideons Bible --\nopen at page one --\nold Charlie stole 
EXTT13=the handle and\nthe train won't stop going --\nno way to slow down
EXTT13=.\n
EXTT14=Life Is A Long Song\n\n\nWhen you're falling awake and you take sto
EXTT14=ck of the new day,\nand you hear your voice croak as you choke on
EXTT14= what you need to say,\nwell, don't you fret, don't you fear,\nI w
EXTT14=ill give you good cheer.\n\nLife's a long song.\nLife's a long song
EXTT14=.\nLife's a long song.\n\nIf you wait then your plate I will fill.\n
EXTT14=\nAs the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day,\nand th
EXTT14=e twelve o'clock gloom spins the room,\nyou struggle on your way.
EXTT14=\nWell, don't you sigh, don't you cry,\nlick the dust from your ey
EXTT14=e.\n\nLife's a long song.\nLife's a long song.\nLife's a long song.\n
EXTT14=\nWe will meet in the sweet light of dawn.\n\nAs the Baker Street t
EXTT14=rain spills your pain all over your new dress,\nand the symphony 
EXTT14=sounds underground put you under duress,\nwell don't you squeal a
EXTT14=s the heel grinds you under the wheel.\n\nLife's a long song.\nLife
EXTT14='s a long song.\nLife's a long song.\n\nBut the tune ends too soon 
EXTT14=for us all.\n\n
EXTT15=\n\nThick As A Brick\n\n  \nReally don't mind if you sit this one out
EXTT15=.\n \nMy words but a whisper -- your deafness a SHOUT.\nI may make 
EXTT15=you feel but I can't make you think.\nYour sperm's in the gutter 
EXTT15=-- your love's in the sink.\nSo you ride yourselves over the fiel
EXTT15=ds and\nyou make all your animal deals and\nyour wise men don't kn
EXTT15=ow how it feels to be thick as a brick.\nAnd the sand-castle virt
EXTT15=ues are all swept away in\nthe tidal destruction\nthe moral melee.
EXTT15=\nThe elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave un
EXTT15=covers\nthe newfangled way.\nBut your new shoes are worn at the he
EXTT15=els and\nyour suntan does rapidly peel and\nyour wise men don't kn
EXTT15=ow how it feels to be thick as a brick.\n \nAnd the love that I fe
EXTT15=el is so far away:\nI'm a bad dream that I just had today -- and 
EXTT15=you\nshake your head and\nsay it's a shame.\n \nSpin me back down th
EXTT15=e years and the days of my youth.\nDraw the lace and black curtai
EXTT15=ns and shut out the whole truth.\nSpin me down the long ages: let
EXTT15= them sing the song.\n 
EXTT16=\n\nA Passion Play\n\n\n``Do you still see me even here?''\n(The silve
EXTT16=r cord lies on the ground.)\n``And so I'm dead'', the young man s
EXTT16=aid --- over the hill\n(not a wish away).\nMy friends (as one) all
EXTT16= stand aligned although their taxis came\ntoo late.\nThere was / a
EXTT16= rush along the Fulham Road.\nThere was / a hush in the Passion P
EXTT16=lay.\nSuch a sense of glowing in the aftermath / ripe with rich a
EXTT16=ttainments\nall imagined / sad misdeeds in disarray / the sore th
EXTT16=umb screams aloud,\nechoing out of the Passion Play.\nAll the old 
EXTT16=familiar choruses come crowding in a different key:\nMelodies dec
EXTT16=aying in sweet dissonance.\nThere was a rush / along the Fulham R
EXTT16=oad / into the Ever-passion Play.\nAnd who comes here to wish me 
EXTT16=well?\nA sweetly-scented angel fell.\nShe laid her head upon my di
EXTT16=sbelief and bathed me with her ever-smile.\nAnd with a howl acros
EXTT16=s the sand I go escorted by a band of gentlemen\nin leather bound
EXTT16= -- NO-ONE (but someone to be found).\nAll along the icy wastes t
EXTT16=here are faces smiling in the gloom.\nRoll up roll down,\nFeeling 
EXTT16=unwound? -- step into the viewing room.\nThe cameras were all aro
EXTT16=und.\nWe've got you taped -- you're in the play.\nHere's your I.D.
EXTT16=\n(Ideal for identifying one and all.)\nInvest your life in the me
EXTT16=mory bank -- ours the interest and we\nthank you.\nThe ice-cream l
EXTT16=ady wet her drawers, to see you in the passion play.\n  take the 
EXTT16=prize for instant pleasure\n  captain of the cricket team\n  publi
EXTT16=c speaking in all weathers\n  a knighthood from a queen.\nAll your
EXTT16= best friends' telephones never cooled from the heat of your han
EXTT16=d.\nThere's / a line in a front-page story / 13 horses that also-
EXTT16=ran.\nClimb in your old umbrella.\nDoes it have a nasty tear in th
EXTT16=e dome?\nBut / the rain only gets in sometimes and / the sun neve
EXTT16=r leaves you alone.\nLover of the black and white -- it's your fi
EXTT16=rst night.\nThe Passion Play / goes all the way / spoils your ins
EXTT16=ight.\nTell me / how the baby's made / how the lady's laid / why 
EXTT16=the old\ndog howls in sadness.\nAnd your little sister's immaculat
EXTT16=e virginity wings away on the bony\nshoulders of a young horse na
EXTT16=med George who stole surreptitiously\ninto her geography revision
EXTT16=.\n(The examining body examined her body.)\nActor of the low-high 
EXTT16=Q, let's hear your view.\nPeek at the lines upon your sleeves sin
EXTT16=ce your memory won't do.\nTell me / how the baby's graded / how t
EXTT16=he lady's faded / why the old dogs\nhowl with madness.\nAll of thi
EXTT16=s and some of that's the only way to skin the cat.\nAnd now you'v
EXTT16=e lost a skin or two -- you're for us and we for you.\nThe dressi
EXTT16=ng room is right behind\nWe've got you taped -- you're in the pla
EXTT16=y.\nHow does it feel to be in the play?\nHow does it feel to play 
EXTT16=the play?\nHow does it feel to be the play?\nMan of passion rise a
EXTT16=gain, we won't cross you out -- for we do love\nyou like a son --
EXTT16= of that there's no doubt.\nTell us / is it you who are here for 
EXTT16=our good cheer?\nOr / are we here / for the glory / for the story
EXTT16= / for the gory satisfaction\nof telling you how absolutely awful
EXTT16= you really are?\nThere was / a rush along the Fulham Road.\nThere
EXTT16= was / a hush in the Passion Play.\n\n
EXTT17=Skating Away On The Thin Ice Of The New Day\n\n\nMeanwhile back in 
EXTT17=the year One --- when you belonged to no-one ---\nyou didn't stan
EXTT17=d a chance son, if your pants were undone.\n`Cause you were bred 
EXTT17=for humanity and sold to society ---\none day you'll wake up in t
EXTT17=he Present Day ---\na million generations removed from expectatio
EXTT17=ns\nof being who you really want to be.\n\nSkating away ---\nskating
EXTT17= away ---\nskating away on the thin ice of the New Day.\n\nSo as yo
EXTT17=u push off from the shore,\nwon't you turn your head once more --
EXTT17=- and make your peace with everyone?\nFor those who choose to sta
EXTT17=y,\nwill live just one more day ---\nto do the things they should 
EXTT17=have done.\nAnd as you cross the wilderness, spinning in your emp
EXTT17=tiness:\nyou feel you have to pray.\nLooking for a sign\nthat the U
EXTT17=niversal Mind (!) has written you into the Passion Play.\n\nSkatin
EXTT17=g away on the thin ice of the New Day.\n\nAnd as you cross the cir
EXTT17=cle line, the ice-wall creaks behind ---\nyou're a rabbit on the 
EXTT17=run.\nAnd the silver splinters fly in the corner of your eye ---\n
EXTT17=shining in the setting sun.\nWell, do you ever get the feeling th
EXTT17=at the story's\ntoo damn real and in the present tense?\nOr that e
EXTT17=verybody's on the stage, and it seems like\nyou're the only perso
EXTT17=n sitting in the audience?\n\nSkating away on the thin ice of the 
EXTT17=New Day.\n\n
EXTT18=Bungle in the Jungle\n\n\nWalking through forests of palm tree apar
EXTT18=tments ---\nscoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents\ndow
EXTT18=n by the waterhole --- drunk every Friday ---\neating their nuts 
EXTT18=--- saving their raisins for Sunday.\nLions and tigers who wait i
EXTT18=n the shadows ---\nthey're fast but they're lazy, and sleep in gr
EXTT18=een meadows.\n\nLet's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all ri
EXTT18=ght by me.\nI'm a tiger when I want love,\nbut I'm a snake if we d
EXTT18=isagree.\n\nJust say a word and the boys will be right there:\nwith
EXTT18= claws at your back to send a chill through the night air.\nIs it
EXTT18= so frightening to have me at your shoulder?\nThunder and lightni
EXTT18=ng couldn't be bolder.\nI'll write on your tombstone, ``I thank y
EXTT18=ou for dinner.''\nThis game that we animals play is a winner.\n\nLe
EXTT18=t's bungle in the jungle --- well, that's all right by me.\nI'm a
EXTT18= tiger when I want love, \nbut I'm a snake if we disagree.\n\nThe r
EXTT18=ivers are full of crocodile nasties\nand He who made kittens put 
EXTT18=snakes in the grass.\nHe's a lover of life but a player of pawns 
EXTT18=---\nyes, the King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn\nto light u
EXTT18=p His Jungle\nas play is resumed.\nThe monkeys seem willing to str
EXTT18=ike up the tune.\n\n
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