What are your favorite lyrics
JessK
Sorry if this is a subject that's been beaten to death in the past; I'm
fairly new here. Anyway, I think of Jethro Tull's lyrics as somewhat poetic
compared to most music groups', and I was just wondering what are you guys'
favorite lines and verses? One of my most favorite, just because it sounds
nice, is:
They wait in stone circles
till the force comes through.
Lines drawn in faint dischord
as the stormwatch brews
a concert of kings
as the white sea snaps at the heels
of a soft prayer whispered.
Did I get it right? My memory aint what it used to be...
gui...@pacbell.net
Here's one of my many favorites;
"The wino sleeps...cold coat lined with the money section.
Looking like a record cover from 1971.
And here am I...warm feet and the limo waiting.
Shall I make us both feel good? And would a dollar do?
But in your streets, I have no credit rating
and it might not take a lot to be alone just like you."
I'm tempted to qoute the whole song(there's not much left) but then
that would be a favorite song question, wouldn't it?
Guiles
--
"If we weren't all crazy, we would go insane."
J.B.
ICQ#9542353
Alysoun
Hi Jess:
Those lines from Stormwatch always bring little mists to my eyes.
What an incredible eu[hamism for a storm-tossed sea:
"A concert of Kings as the white sea snaps
At the heels of a soft-prayer whispered..."
Coming very close but in adifferent vein:
"He who made kittens put snakes in the grass..."
Another:
I OFTEN feel this way...
"Did you ever get the feeling that the stories too damn real
And in the present tense and that
Everybody's on the stage and you're the only person sitting
In the audience.."
Yet one more and I'll open the floor to others:
"Now let me tell you that it's love and not just lust
And if we live the lie, let's lie in trust..."
But wait, one more:
"And God the director smells a rat,
Pulls another rabbit form his hat
Sniffs the air and says:
'That's that, I'm going..."
For all the actor-fencers I have known:
"Brain-storming, habit-forming,battle-warning weary
Winsome actor spewing spineless chilling lines..."
From Weathercock:
"Do you simply reflect changes in thpatterns of the sky
Or is it true to say the weather heeds the twinkle in your eye.."
There are SO many more but these leap to mind right now!!!
So very BRILLIANT!!!
Allison
"And the flowers bloom like madness in the Spring..."
Jckalynn
>They wait in stone circles
till the force comes through.
Lines drawn in faint dischord
as the stormwatch brews
a concert of kings
as the white sea snaps at the heels
of a soft prayer whispered.>
mmmm...one of my favorites!!
:)
Krista M. Pounders
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...
That's mine..
Later..
White Duck
Steve Cox
JessK <j.ko...@naturesf.com> wrote in article
<6idn3o$9dv$1...@castor.dnai.com>...
> Sorry if this is a subject that's been beaten to death in the past; I'm
> fairly new here. Anyway, I think of Jethro Tull's lyrics as somewhat
poetic
> compared to most music groups', and I was just wondering what are you
guys'
> favorite lines and verses?
Oh, so many!!!! How 'bout:
Can you fancy me as a pirate bold?
Or a longship viking warrior with the old gods on his side.
Well, I'm an in-shore man and I'm nobody's hero--
But I'll make you tight for a windy night and a dark ride......
Sort of brings to mind Marlon Brando in "On the Waterfront" when he cries
out:
"I coulda been a contender, I coulda had class, I coulda been somebody!"
Or how 'bout:
We'll dream as lovers under the stars
Of civilizations raging afar.
As the ragged dawn breaks on your battle scars
As you walk home cold and alone on Velvet Green.
In TAAB, when Ian sings:
The poet and the painter
Casting shadows on the water
As the sun plays on the infantry
Returning from the sea
and then later, after an instrumental break:
The cattle quietly grazing
At the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water
Moves slowly to the sea....
These lines always bring me chills, they're so well constructed and
effectively delivered, and this was 1972. Wasn't this about the same time
Alice Cooper was singing about dead babies?
And then last January, leaving London, after a brief visit with someone
very special, and someone I knew I probably would never see again, with my
passport, credit cards and a plane to catch:
Back at the house there's a gray sky a-tumbling
Milk bottles piling on door steps a-crumbling
Curtains all drawn and cold water plumbing
Note paper scribbles I read unbelieving
Saying how sorry, how sad was the leaving
One day too soon.
When I left , those words played in my mind over and over. And they still
do.
Anyway, I could go on and on.... the funny thing is, all the above verses I
recalled entirely from memory, they've been etched in my mind from
thousands of listenings.
Steve
Jckalynn
Beautiful!! I just recently became reaquainted with that peice, after buying
the remastered LitP.
Jackalynn
Jckalynn
>What are your favorite lyrics?>
>
I'll make love to you in all good places
under black mountains, in open spaces.
By deep brown rivers that slither darkly.
Through far marches where the blue hare races.
Come with me to the Winged Isle
northern father's western child.
Where the dance of ages is playing still
through far marches of acres wild.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!
Jackalynn
Jckalynn
>What are your favorite lyrics?
>
and then there's these....
Cold aeroplanes slow boats warm trains...
remind me of ....
Jack-a-lynn:)
Magpies that shreik, old boots that leak...
Alysoun
Hi All:
It all gets etched in one's brain.
I remember a little Fall fling with someone I had just become reacquainted with
after 8 years and a deep crush still.
He was (it is no longer going on...) one of the most beautiful men I have ever
met, about 12 years older than myself, kept his hair long and curly, salt and
pepper, stated very intellectual and theatrical, and I realized that "the
young girls' fancy and the old maid's dream" was him personified.
Much to my luck, he also loves Tull, not as manically as I but likes a lot and
I used to leave Providence playing "Reasons For Waiting" as loud as I could,
waiting to be able to visit again:
"What a sight for my eyes to see you in sleep...
What a reason for waiting and dreaming of dreams
So here's hoiping you've faith in impossible schemes
That are born in the sigh of the wind blowing by
While the dimming light brings the end to a night of loving..."
Even though my brief affair is over, these lines and the battlescars continue
to remind me of my friend im Providence....
Ah, memories....
Allison
the_...@geocities.com
In article <6ie0sv$8ag$2...@gte1.gte.net>#1/1,
"Steve Cox" <stev...@gte.net> wrote:
>
>
> JessK <j.ko...@naturesf.com> wrote in article
> <6idn3o$9dv$1...@castor.dnai.com>...
> > Sorry if this is a subject that's been beaten to death in the past; I'm
> > fairly new here. Anyway, I think of Jethro Tull's lyrics as somewhat
> poetic
> > compared to most music groups', and I was just wondering what are you
> guys'
> > favorite lines and verses?
>
> Oh, so many!!!! How 'bout:
>
> Can you fancy me as a pirate bold?
> Or a longship viking warrior with the old gods on his side.
> Well, I'm an in-shore man and I'm nobody's hero--
> But I'll make you tight for a windy night and a dark ride......
A romantic ... you left of the best " ....I can hold us down, keep our heads
to the wind, as the summer lightning cuts the sky like a hot wire ..." Used
to be my favorite too.
Now, my favorite lyric ....
"A perfect hole was in her stocking, it made a perfect window to her heart. I
could have moved among her waterfalls; her misty curtains drawn apart."
And overall song lyrically, "Thinking 'Round Corners"
pam
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That too was at one time a favorite .... even went to the Winged Isle because
of it. Sligachan still my favorite little spot ...... so far. pam
TwistOFayt
Hm.....favorite lines and verses? How about all of it? :-)
I live in Alabama.....the Bible-belt and so this isn't necessarily my favorite
but is still quite good and pops into my mind quite frequently!
"If Jesus saves, well He better save Himself!"
Lane
Andy Thompson
Any guy has got to love the lyrics to Budapest:
Yes, and her legs went on for ever.
Like staring up at infinity
through a wisp of cotton panty
along a skin of satin sea.
Hot night in Budapest.
And Pussy Willow:
Pussy Willow --- down fur-lined avenue
brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes.
Runs from the train. Hear her typewriter humming
cutting dreams down to size again.
Baker St. Muse not only describes the story, but the frailties
of human sexual interaction. What superb lyrics:
``Big bottled Fraulein, put your weight on me,'' said the
pig-me to the whore,
desperate for more in his assault upon the mountain.
Little man, his youth a fountain.
Overdrafted and still counting.
Vernacular, verbose; an attempt at getting close to
where he came from.
In the doorway of the stars, between Blandford Street
and Mars;
Proposition, deal. Flying button feel. Testicle testing.
Wallet ever-bulging. Dressed to the left, divulging
the wrinkles of his years.
Wedding-bell induced fears.
Shedding bell-end tears in the pocket of her resistance.
International assistance flowing generous and full
to his never-ready tool.
Pulls his eyes over her wool.
And he shudders as he comes.
And my rudder slowly turns me into the Marylebone
Road.
And for God’s sake, you better lick Two fingers clean:
And as you join the Good Ship Earth,
and you mingle with the dust ---
you'd better leave your underpants
with someone you can trust.
And when the Old Man with the telescope
cuts the final strand ---
you'd better lick two fingers clean,
before you shake his hand.
Too many other's to list.
Tull next time.
Andy
jlc
Really hard to choose, but if you twist my arm I'd have to say:
"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"
That has a special meaning to me but I ain't tellin' what it is.
Jim
RBofC
So many great lyrics to choose from , but here are a couple of favorites that
spring to mind:
In late night commuter madness, double-locked black briefcase on the floor.
Like a faithful dog with master sleeping in the draft beside the carraige
door.--- Journeyman
There's a thought in the head of the man who carries his regrets like the coat
slung on his shoulder. and...
So he bundles his regrets into a gesture of sorrow, bringing you love cap in
hand.--- Pibroch
Also, lets give some credit to David Palmer for the lyrics to Coronach. First
rate throughout.--RB
keith overton
>JessK <j.ko...@naturesf.com> wrote in article
><6idn3o$9dv$1...@castor.dnai.com>...
>> Sorry if this is a subject that's been beaten to death in the past; I'm
>> fairly new here. Anyway, I think of Jethro Tull's lyrics as somewhat
>poetic
>> compared to most music groups', and I was just wondering what are you
>guys'
>> favorite lines and verses?
Wow -- after reflecting on this for a few moments, I realized just how many
there are for me; also notable is that very often, they are contained in
the least lauded, more obscure tracks on any particular CD. . . Then after
re-listening to many of my favorite JT tracks, I noticed that many of the
instances I remembered as great lyrics were actually good lyrics accompanied
by an exceptional arrangement, meter, transition from electric to acoustic,
etc. . . Ah well, on with the lyrics.
How about something from LitP:
There was a time when you were so young and walked in their way;
They made you feel they loved you, all-seeing, they say;
You're going wrong if their game you don't play;
And that the song I sing will 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, not what we seem;
And even now believe that it's not real but only a dream. . .
Or Stormwatch:
Orion, light your lights, come guard the open spaces
From the black horizon to the pillow where I lie.
Your faithful dog shines brighter than its lord and master,
Your jeweled sword twinkles as the world rolls by.
Or MitG (a CD chock-full of razor-sharp lyrics):
There was a little boy, stood on a burning log
Rubbing his hands with glee
He said, "Oh Mother England, did you light my smile,
Or did you light this fire under me?"
Or Broadsword:
Synthetic chiefs with frozen smiles holding unsteady courses
Grip the reins of history, high on their battle horses
And meeting as good statesmen do before the TV eyes of millions
Hand-to-hand, exchange the lie -- pretend to make the Clasp.
--KO
Jckalynn
>There's a thought in the head of the man who carries his regrets like the coat
slung on his shoulder. and...>
Ahhhhhh:) ...'cap in hand'....
Pibroch.
m m m
J~
Jckalynn
Jim wrote:
>"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">
oh!!
my... my ... Yes! How could I forget about the lyrics from my favorite album?
Like you Jim, they hold a special meaning here, as well.
(so....where were you when...???)
' ...she laid her head apon my disbelief, and bathed me with her ever smile.'
O:-)
Jackalynn
paul
On 02 May 1998 18:52:26 GMT, rb...@aol.com (RBofC) wrote:
>So many great lyrics to choose from , but here are a couple of favorites that
>spring to mind:
>
>In late night commuter madness, double-locked black briefcase on the floor.
>Like a faithful dog with master sleeping in the draft beside the carraige
>door.--- Journeyman
>
Yes. I think the entire lyric of Journeyman comes very close to
Anderson's finest written work.
Sliding through Victorian tunnels with green moss oozing from the
pores (followed by the line above).
Paul
S. Davies-Morris
Agreed. Which is why it was a *must cover* song when I was first in
Cerberus in San Diego 20 years ago, while we worked up our original
material.
--
Regards
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Please note my new email address sda...@mcione.com
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reddred
JessK wrote:
>
> Sorry if this is a subject that's been beaten to death in the past; I'm
> fairly new here. Anyway, I think of Jethro Tull's lyrics as somewhat poetic
> compared to most music groups', and I was just wondering what are you guys'
> nice, is:
>
> till the force comes through.
> Lines drawn in faint dischord
> as the stormwatch brews
> a concert of kings
> as the white sea snaps at the heels
> of a soft prayer whispered.
>
I like 'home' off the stormatch album, and think its just a great song
lyric, one of the best. I also like anything off of UW, as innovative as
that is. Some I like for personal reasons would be 'Inside' , 'Til
Further On' and 'For Michael Collins, Jeffrey and Me'.
reDDred
Rev. Jan
I really like "Moths" off of Heavy Horses:
The leaded window opened to move the dancing candle flame
And the first moths of summer suicidal came
And a new breeze chattered in its May-bud tenderness
Sending water lilies sailing as she turned to get undressed
And the long night awakened, and we soared on powdered wings
Circling our tomorrows in the wary mouth of Spring
Chasing shadows slipping in a magic lantern slide
Creatures of the candle on a night-light ride
Dipping and weaving flutter through the golden needle's eye
In our haystack maddness, Butterfly-stroking on a spring tide high
Life's too long (as the lemming said) as the candle burned and the moths
were wed
And we'll all burn together as the wick grows higher
before the candle's dead.
The leaded window opened to move the dancing candle flame
And the first moths of summer suicidal came
To join in the worship of the light that never dies
In a moment's reflection of two moths spinning in her eyes.
I never cease to be amazed at how prolific a poet, as well as musician,
Ian Anderson is. The way he can turn a phrase is just enthralling!
My other favorites are Wond'ring Aloud (which I calligraphied for my
husband one anniversary) and Wond'ring Again.
Rev. Jan
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Nemrac47
To Micheal Collins: awesome chorus....
"I'm with you L.E.M.
though it's a shame that it had to be you.
The mother ship is just a blip
from your trip made for two.
I'm with you boys,so please employ just a little extra care
It's on my mind I'm left behind
whenI should have been there.
Walking with you."
And song that changed an 8th grade boy forever... Sparrow On The Schoolyard
Wall...
And Wind Up
And The Clasp
And Wondering Again
And 17
And... Okay, I'll stop now before I name everything!
C. Nemrac
HSIRI1
>Subject: Re: What are your favorite lyrics
"The rivers are full of crocodile nasties,
and he who made kittens put snakes in the grass, He's.."
Dunno why this is my fave Tull lyric, it just is!
Dee =}
chris johnson
I, too, am extremely appreciative and often awestruck by IA's gift for
lyric-writing. I have too many favorites to list them all, but two that
strike me as really good are:
"Your god has gone, and from now on
You'll have to learn to hate the things you fear."
"Which one of us exercises on the old treadmill?
Who hides his head pretending to sleep?"
chris
Duane
>>What are your favorite lyrics?>
>>
perhaps not my fave, but the words that are
stuck in my head at the moment:
We saw the heavens break and all the world go down to sleep
and rocks on mossy banks drip acid rain from craggy steeps
Saw fiery angels kiss the dawn
Wish you goodbye till further on
JessK
This thread made me realize that JT has TONS of really great lyrics. I think
my boyfriend would say they're hopelessly corny, but I just can't agree. I
was gonna say that JT usually doesn't have super personal, self-revelatory
(sp?) lyrics like some groups do, but on reflection, they do have rather
personal songs about things like love and intimacy, it's just they're
usually so tastefully done that they don't draw attention to themselves as
being too personal.
Anyways, as far as good lyrics go, I was gonna add that whenever I get
really bummed, I listen to A Passion Play, which I've always thought of as
pretty much a life-affirming manifesto, especially my favorite line:
"Buy the flame of ever-life (yours to breathe and breath the pain of
living).
Hard Rock junkie
It's probably mine too... Again, for no particular reason;^>
NStanev
"Nobody I know will ever take my rock'n'roll away from me."
--Black Sabbath
BomarD
>>What are your favorite lyrics?>
I've always been intrigued by:
"He polarized the pumpkin-eaters . . ."
It might just be the alliterative bit, but it really sticks with me (?)
Icarus0473
Well, here's a few of mine...
"You put your bet on number one
and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down
and they put you first in line.
Then you finally ask yourself
just how big you are and
you take your place in the wiser world
of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on....."
"Well my lady told me 'Stay'
I let a sigh and walked away..."
"Every day there's someone asking
'What is there to do?'
Should I love or should I fight?
Is it all the same to you?"
"Everyone is from somewhere,
even if you've never been there..."
"Can you cook? Can you sew?
Well I don't want to know,
that is not what you need on the Inside,
but to make the time go."
(This holds very special meaning to me."
"When you hear my sad song singing,
remember who and what you nearly had."
I could go on forever, but i'd rather not, as that would be quite time
consuming....
Shine ON!
Icarus
Potwng
>From: Hard Rock junkie <nbst...@leland.Stanford.EDU>
>
>On 4 May 1998, HSIRI1 wrote:
>
>> >Subject: Re: What are your favorite lyrics
>>
>> "The rivers are full of crocodile nasties,
>> and he who made kittens put snakes in the grass, He's.."
>>
>> Dunno why this is my fave Tull lyric, it just is!
>>
>> Dee =}
>
>It's probably mine too... Again, for no particular reason;^>
>
>
i just want to state that it reminds me of william blake's "lamb" and "tiger"
poem. that is all.
--
"i'd rather somebody picked up a crowbar and battered out my brains-than go
back mornings. i go! every time you come in yelling that goddamn 'rise and
shine!' 'rise and shine!' i say to myself, 'how LUCKY DEAD people
are!"-tennessee williams
March the Mad Scientist
I don't think I need to answer this one <G>
--
March the Mad Scientist
March the Mad Scientist
On the mean streets of alt.music.jethro-tull, the word from HSIRI1 is:
>>Subject: Re: What are your favorite lyrics
>
>"The rivers are full of crocodile nasties,
>and he who made kittens put snakes in the grass, He's.."
>
>Dunno why this is my fave Tull lyric, it just is!
>
>Dee =}
>
Other artists that I admire (John Cooper Clarke, Early 10cc,
Zappa, Dylan) are very strong lyrically.
There are few Tull lyrics that wouldn't stand as pieces
of poetry in their own right. Having them set to such music
is, for me a bonus.
S. Davies-Morris
I demand that *March The Mad Scientist* answer the question!!! <grin>
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>I don't think I need to answer this one <G>
max
We have ways of dealing with poeple that won't talk >GRRRRR < Max
Jimi
Here's a few of mine.
"Wond'ring aloud --will the years treat us well.
As she floats in the kitchen, I'm tasting the smell of toast as the butter
runs.
Then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed and I shake my head.
And it's only the giving that makes you what you are."
"We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow.
Searched for the last pigeon, slate gray 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."
"There was a little boy stood on a burning log,
rubbing his hands with glee. He said, Oh Mother England,
did you light my smile; or did you light
this fire under me?
One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery.
And paint you a picture of the queen.
And if sometimes I sing to a cynical degree ---
it's just the nonsense that it seems.''
So Many lyrics -So little time. . .:-)
I'll stop here for now.
Jimi.
Matt Guthrie
reddred wrote in message <354CBA9D...@ix.netcom.com>...
>JessK wrote:
>>
>> Sorry if this is a subject that's been beaten to death in the past; I'm
>> fairly new here. Anyway, I think of Jethro Tull's lyrics as somewhat
poetic
>> compared to most music groups',
.... big snip...
Apparently you aren't the only one. I have a Heavy Horses verse
(unattributed) as one of my .sigs, and tonight recieved the following email,
reponding to a post containing that .sig on a chess NG:
I was just wondering if the quote below is from one of Homer's works.
Thanks,
Jerome
Matt Guthrie wrote:
> Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
> A rein of polished leather
> A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky
> Brewing heavy weather.
High praise indeed!! Actually I've always thought of HH and SFTW as
invoking the poet Hesiod rather than Homer. The album that (I think) has a
more Homeric air to it being Stormwatch. (Along with "And Further On",
which I've always thought belonged on Stormwatch rather than "A".)
Matt Guthrie
Bring me a wheel of oaken wood
A rein of polished leather
A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky
Brewing heavy weather.
Jckalynn
>I don't think I need to answer this one <G>
--
March the Mad Scientist
>
'...and April is summer bound, and February's blue, but no one stops to see the
colors.'
<mmm:)>
Tagaza
Here is a couple of my favorite lines.
Silver River Turning Blue on Night Cap.
Where they built their industries on the edge of town--
Leaching chemicals from underground
now it's true--that silver river turning blue.
Just got a late reaction. Face reality and stare it down.
Sometimes it's harder hanging on. Much easier to look around.
But I need that job.
------
Rosa On The Factory Floor
Somewhere in her history is a lock without a key.
She doesn't trust the management--and she won't trust me.
We're two different animals. We live jungles apart.
She circles round her freedom and I circle round her heart.
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Thomas Hacker
My favorite are :
Big boy Doane he's a Drummer
don't play no tamborin
but he's madras hot
in the bongo trott
If you know just what I mean.
Stand 6 food 3 in his underwear
got to get him down here and see
if this good lady got a little sister about
the same size as me....
Ina
Ina & Thomas Hacker
Berlin, Germany
WMitch2610
>thomash...@berlin.snafu.de (Thomas Hacker)
>Big boy Doane he's a Drummer
>don't play no tamborin
>but he's madras hot
>in the bongo trott
>If you know just what I mean.
>
>Stand 6 food 3 in his underwear
>got to get him down here and see
>if this good lady got a little sister about
>the same size as me....
She looked good enough to eat
(And I mean eat...)
JessK
>> "The rivers are full of crocodile nasties,
>> and he who made kittens put snakes in the grass, He's.."
>>
Is this lyric written on a sleeve? If so I never read it, because I always
thought he was saying "he who mates kittens with the snakes in the grass."
Now I've had my illusion shattered. Rats!
Bruce P. Kline
From Uniform ( a song that rarely gets a mention but is
so unique in tune and theme) :
...
Silver streaks and T-shirts so precisely torn
Strange foreign chaps in white bed-sheets ---
Uniforms
...
See golden halo'd men of high renown
prance to the politicians' beat
Well tailored in unswerving elegance
with shoes by Gucci on their feet ---
...
How do you know who the hell you are?
Wake up each day under a different star
Dressed to the nines, meet yourself going home
like a clone, smartly dressed in your pressed uniform
Bruce P. Kline
The Whistler:
...
All kinds of sadness I've left behind me.
Many's the day when I have done wrong.
...
Deep red are the sun-sets in mystical places.
Black are the nights on summer-day sands.
We'll find the speck of truth in each riddle.
Hold the first grain of love in our hands.
Bruce P. Kline
And of course from "Fires At Midnight" the immortal line:
Frogs and newts slip in the dark
;^)
lc...@neumedia.net
In article <199805062036...@ladder01.news.aol.com>,
pot...@aol.com (Potwng) wrote:
>
> >From: Hard Rock junkie <nbst...@leland.Stanford.EDU>
>
> >
> >On 4 May 1998, HSIRI1 wrote:
> >
> >>
> >> and he who made kittens put snakes in the grass, He's.."
> >>
> >>
> >> Dee =}
> >
> >
> >
>
> i just want to state that it reminds me of william blake's "lamb" and "tiger"
> poem. that is all.
>
Good observation! It always reminded me of that ("The Tyger"), too... "Did he
who made the Lamb make thee?"
Lois
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Michael Schuerig
JessK <j.ko...@naturesf.com> wrote:
> >> "The rivers are full of crocodile nasties,
> >> and he who made kittens put snakes in the grass, He's.."
> >>
>
> Is this lyric written on a sleeve? If so I never read it, because I always
> thought he was saying "he who mates kittens with the snakes in the grass."
> Now I've had my illusion shattered. Rats!
Naw, it's "He who made mittens put steaks in the grass."
Michael (you know, three bears been eating my suit...:-)
Ken Stitzel
JessK (j.ko...@naturesf.com) wrote:
: This thread made me realize that JT has TONS of really great
: lyrics.
Agreed. Tull lyrics are (to paraphrase Hemingway) a portable feast.
The lyric book really brought this home--almost all the songs were
quite readable as poems. (I need to get the latest edition, since I am
mentioned in it!)
: Anyways, as far as good lyrics go, I was gonna add that whenever I
: get really bummed, I listen to A Passion Play, which I've always
: thought of as pretty much a life-affirming manifesto, especially my
: favorite line:
[Same here. The full line reads:]
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.
This line never fails to give me the chills, the way the singing
matches the lyric (Ian's rising tone on "into ever-day"), the way this
uplifting line caps the sometimes dark content of the rest of the
album, the way the music too seems to lead up to this one moment
(Martin plays his butt off in this section--he once said it was still
the hardest thing Ian ever made him play) before the final denoument
and recap of the chorus. Wow.
--
Ken Stitzel (k...@fc.hp.com)
Learning Products Engineer (tech writer with functional enhancements)
HP-UX Development Lab (UNIX=HP)
Hewlett-Packard Company (a pretty cool company to work for)
Fort Collins, Colorado, USA (somewhere west of Fulham)
(Opinions stated herein are provided without warranty and are not
representative of official or unofficial HP policy on inspired Tull
musical moments....)
Jckalynn
>
>Naw, it's "He who made mittens put steaks in the grass."
Michael (you know, three bears been eating my suit...:-)
>
hehe
and then...back to War Child 'Ladies'...what is it they are saying at the end?
Hairy Gas Speak?
Hmmm...???
Jackalynn
HntgGrl
My lady be discreet, I must get to my feet and go back to the farm.
Whilst I appreciate you are no deviate, I might come to some harm.
I'm not inclined to act refined and that's how it goes.
Oh, high born hunting girl I'm just a normal low born so and so.
ho...ho...ho...hooooooooo!
HG:-]
Heysie
>> i just want to state that it reminds me of william blake's "lamb" and
"tiger"
>> poem. that is all.
>>
>
>Good observation! It always reminded me of that ("The Tyger"), too... "Did
he
>who made the Lamb make thee?"
Couldn't be coincidence...Ian must have been directly inspired by this
poem. You think so?
Jessica
Heysie
>Agreed. Tull lyrics are (to paraphrase Hemingway) a portable feast.
>The lyric book really brought this home--almost all the songs were
>quite readable as poems. (I need to get the latest edition, since I am
>mentioned in it!)
Cooooool! In what capacity?
>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.
>
Beautiful. That's the most uplifting album in the world. To me (and this is
strictly my personal interpretation) the album seems to chronicle the death
of someone very ordinary, who decides (kind of like the main character in
Thornton Wilder's play Our Town) that even ordinary life was worth living
("Twist my right arm in the dark, I would give two or three for one of those
days that never made an impression on the old score") and so queues up and
comes back into life "through the ever door." Man, I love that album.
There's also a whole lot of religious stuff in there I like.
But the part that gives me chills most, just because it sounds so beautiful,
is "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 hymm
is sung and the devil cries 'more'". Then the instrumental following that
makes my hair stand up and my eyes go watery.
Well, thanks for humoring me.
Jessica
(I changed my login thingy. Last time I wrote I was called JessK. To email
me remove "not".)
TwistOFayt
>s this lyric written on a sleeve? If so I never read it, because I always
>thought he was saying "he who mates kittens with the snakes in the grass."
>Now I've had my illusion shattered. Rats!
>
>
That's okay! For a long time I thought it was "neonate kittens that snakes in
the grass eat". Lost money on it too!
Lane
WMitch2610
>From: "Heysie"
>But the part that gives me chills most, just because it sounds so >beautiful,
is "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 hymm is sung
and the devil cries >'more'". Then the instrumental following that makes my
hair stand >up and my eyes go watery.
Ditto. I couldn't have said it better myself.
Bill
jlc45
jlc wrote:
> Really hard to choose, but if you twist my arm I'd have to say:
>
> "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 if you twist my arm again I'd probably say:
"She was a round hole, I was a square peg"
Jim
Joel Elias
How about any song from UnderWraps, save Lap of Luxury? - Tulls last best
lyrical album... and ironically one of the most instrumentally disliked.
I hear distant main-land music echoes in my island-ears...
Rest my feet an contemplate the mystery thats surrounding this Siberian space...
As the darker sides align... me to yours and yours to mine...
History forever writing pages to be cut or painted grey, or celebrated like Jesus
in his Temple Rage as he chased the money men away...
Wrapped in the winter of your sleeping.
paul wrote:
> On 02 May 1998 18:52:26 GMT, rb...@aol.com (RBofC) wrote:
>
> >So many great lyrics to choose from , but here are a couple of favorites that
> >spring to mind:
> >
> >In late night commuter madness, double-locked black briefcase on the floor.
Lenester Taxidean
Some of my favorites (mind you, just a few)...
Small child messing down, messing down in the streets of Bombay.
Cities like this have no shame, no shame, indeed why should they?
So set the stage. Spin down the ages. Loose the passion.
Spill the rage upon your son who holds the gun up to your head.
The play's begun.
Oh, just one more coffee's 'bout all I can take.
See how she moves just like two angels?
But one of them is on the run.
The other's tapping at my car window
and I'm squinting through the sun
trying to see if she's some child of the 90s
or just another dangerous fantasy of mine.
Somewhere in the crowd I think I hear a young girl whisper
Whisper, "Are you ever lonely, just like me?""
The same things done to other men had made them run away from the city.
This being the case I joined them there.
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.
Wrapped in your Summer night -- wrapped in your Autumn leaves.
Wrapped in the Winter of your sleeping.
We travellers on the endless wastes
in single orbits gliding cold-eyed
march towards the dawn
behind hard-weather hoods a-hiding.
Big friendly cloud builds in the east
and our dust men haven't called.
Misty colours unfold a backcloth cold --
fine tapestry of silk
I draw around me like a cloak
and soundless glide a-drifting
on eddies whirled in beech leaves furled --
brown and gold they fly
in the warm mesh of sunlight
sifting now from a cloudless sky.
Spine-tingling railway sleepers --
sleepy houses lying four-square and firm.
Orange beams divide the darkness
rumbling fit to turn the waking worm.
Sliding through Victorian tunnels
where green moss oozes from the pores.
Dull echoes from the wet embankments.
Battlefield allotments. Fresh open sores.
She took this simple man's downfall in hand.
There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door.
I'm available for consultation.
But remember your way in is also my way out,
and love's four-letter word is no compensation.
Do you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real
and in the present tense?
God of Ages, Lord of Time: Mine is the right to be wrong.
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.
The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
We are our own saviors
as we start both our hearts beating life
into each other.
Climb a tower of freedom, paint your own deceiving sign.
It's not my power to criticize you or to ask you to be blind
to your own pressing problem and the hate you must unwind.
So ask of me no answer: there's none that I could give you wouldn't find.
I went your way ten years ago and I've got nothing to say.
Each to his own way, I'll go mine.
Best of luck in what you find.
But for your own sake remember times we used to know.
Every day I see the morning come on in the same old way.
I tell myself tomorrow brings me things I could not dream today.
On Thu, 7 May 1998 17:08:08, "Bruce P. Kline" <bru...@shell14.ba.best.com>
wrote:
> Deep red are the sun-sets in mystical places.
> Black are the nights on summer-day sands.
> We'll find the speck of truth in each riddle.
> Hold the first grain of love in our hands.
Nah, I can't stand that lyric myself.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Lenester Taxidean -- http://www.asis.com/~liefc/
Deep red are the sunsets in mystical places
black are the nights on summerday sands.
We'll find the speck of truth in each riddle
hold the first grain of love in our hands.
Jethro Tull, _The Whistler_
Jimi
One of my all time favorites is from the last album.
So why are you holding my hand tonight?
I'm not intending to go far away.
I'm just slipping through to the back room --
I'll leave you messages almost every day.
And who was I to last forever?
I didn't promise to stay the pace.
Not in this lifetime, babe
but we'll cling together:
some kind of heaven written in your face.
So why are you holding my hand tonight?
Well, am I feeling so cold to the touch?
Do my eyes seem to focus
on some distant point?
Why do I find it hard to talk too much?
And who was I to last forever?
I didn't promise to stay the pace.
Not in this lifetime, babe
but we'll cling together:
some kind of heaven written in your face.
If I could only write in such a honest and moving way . . . . .
Jimi.
GEODOS
Lenester wrote;>Each to his own way, I'll go mine.
>Best of luck in what you find.
>But for your own sake remember times we used to know.
One of my favorites as well. I used it as the caption under my picture in my
H.S. year book.
AYHN GEORGE
Patrick Alexander
Heysie <j.ko...@naturesf.not.com> wrote:
: But the part that gives me chills most, just because it sounds so beautiful,
: is "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 hymm
: is sung and the devil cries 'more'". Then the instrumental following that
: makes my hair stand up and my eyes go watery.
"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'"
My personal favorite being these lines directly after,
particularly the forsaken paradise bit.
Patrick Alexander
Jckalynn
"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...
A Passion Play was an incredible piece, hmm?
Jackalynn
Krista M. Pounders
I think that has to be one of my favoritates too..
white duck
Charles Davison
I really listened to "At Last, Forever" for the first time just a couple
of weeks ago. Beautiful!
Irvin
Charles Davison
The first time I heard "Wond'ring Again", I was almost moved to tears.
Irvin
Jimi
It is a very beautiful song.
And a very moving one as well.
I think allot of fans find it difficult to listen to because of the
intensity of the subject matter.
But that's understandable and there very thing that draws me to it.
Jimi.
patchas
"Life's a Long Song. . but the tune ends too soon for us all"
>Equinox
Charles Davison wrote in message <3558FBE7...@planters.net>...
reddred
I think it's really great that IA has moved towards more personal lyrics
in general. I think if he had not changed course a little, he would have
reached a dead end "Im Turning Again..."
reddred
Heysie
Jimi wrote in message <355A5C93...@nc5.infi.net>...
>It is a very beautiful song.
>And a very moving one as well.
>I think allot of fans find it difficult to listen to because of the
>intensity of the subject matter.
>But that's understandable and there very thing that draws me to it.
>Jimi.
What is the subject matter? Is it about him bailing out of a relationship?
("Who was I to last forever? I never promised to stay the pace.") If so, I
can understand people not being able to take it--too painful. But maybe it's
about something else? I don't know what he means by "Not in this lifetime,
babe, but we'll cling together, some kind of heaven written in your face."
What do you think the song is about?
Jessro :-)
Jckalynn
Heysie wrote:
>
>What is the subject matter? Is it about him bailing out of a relationship?
("Who was I to last forever? I never promised to stay the pace.") If so, I
can understand people not being able to take it--too painful. But maybe it's
about something else? I don't know what he means by "Not in this lifetime,
babe, but we'll cling together, some kind of heaven written in your face."
What do you think the song is about?
>
>
Hi there,
According to Ian, the song is about someone who is dying. This is about saying
'Goodbye'.
Jackalynn
Debra Langford
I've always kinda liked this one...especially the "Slow ocean hobo" part
I always play Stormwatch during the summer months... It's cheaper than
running the A/C!
Wee girl in a straw hat: from far east warring
Sad cargo of an old ship: young bodies whoring
Slow ocean hobo --- ports closed to her crew
No hope of immigration --- keep on passing through.
So come all you lovers of the good life
your children playing in the sun ---
set a sympathetic flag a-flying
and be there when the Dutchman comes.
Fredrick & Ivy
Hi Ina! Good to see this song mentioned here... ;-)
Lady Druantia aka Ivy
Wench #322, Madame, IWG
Drucilla of Sarcastica, DemiDark Goddess of the Green Cures
Thomas Hacker wrote:
> My favorite are :
> Big boy Doane he's a Drummer
> don't play no tamborin
> but he's madras hot
> in the bongo trott
> If you know just what I mean.
>
> Stand 6 food 3 in his underwear
> got to get him down here and see
> if this good lady got a little sister about
> the same size as me....
>
> Ina
>
> Ina & Thomas Hacker
> Berlin, Germany