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Brodford bazaar - Jethro Tull

"Dirty white caravans down our road, sailing. Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake. With hot, red-faced drivers, horns flattened, fists whaling, Putting trust in blind corners as they overtake. And it's"

Budapest - Jethro Tull

"I think she was a middle-distance runner... (the translation wasn't clear). Could be a budding stately hero. International competition in a year. She was a good enough reason for a party... (well, you"

Out of the noise - Jethro Tull

"Glued to the kerbstone, staring. Frozen at the stop-sign too. See that crazy suicide mongrel. He's going to try to cross that avenue. Old dog of experience, ripping through the black and yellow cabs, dodging"

Overhang - Jethro Tull

"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 ---"

Paradise steakhouse - Jethro Tull

"I'd like to take you to the edge of every morning On a magic eiderdown To a window chair In the Paradise Steakhouse Where there's a cup of silver coffee Steaming chrome reflections From the mist in your"

Part of the machine - Jethro Tull

"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"

Pibroch - Jethro Tull

"There's a light in the house in the wood in the valley. There's a thought in the head of the man. Who carries his dreams like the coat slung on his shoulder, Bringing you love in the cap in his hand. And"

Working John, working Joe - Jethro Tull

"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 Im a working john and Im a working joe And"

Hunting girl - Jethro Tull

"One day I walked the road and crossed a field to go by where the hounds ran hard. And on the master raced: behind the hunters chased to where the path was barred. One fine young lady's horse refused the"

Hymn 43 - Jethro Tull

"Oh father high in heaven -- smile down upon your son whose busy with his money games -- his women and his gun. Oh Jesus save me! And the unsung Western hero killed an Indian or three and made his name"

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