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Locomotive D'or - Claude Nougaro

"Locomotive d'or,Aussi riche en pistons,Aussi charge d'essieuxQue de sicles un spulcre,Locomotive d'or,Croqueuse d'un charbonPlus fruit, plus juteuxQue l'est la canne sucre,Locomotive d'or,Tchi ki kou"

Raising steam - Jethro Tull

"Over high plains, through the snow... Roll those tracks out, don't you know I'm raising steam. Thin vein creeping; hot blood flow... Spill a little where the new towns grow. I got my whole life hanging"

Two fingers - Jethro Tull

"I'll see you at the Weighing-In, when your life's sum-total's made and you set your wealth in Godly deeds against the sins you've laid. And you place your final burden on your hard-pressed next of kin:"

Back eyed and 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. She's"

One brown mouse - Jethro Tull

"Smile your little smile --- take some tea with me awhile. Brush away that black cloud from your shoulder. Twitch your whiskers. Feel that you're really real. Another tea-time --- another day older. Puff"

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"

Occasional demons - Jethro Tull

"Well, you got a big-jib crane waiting to pick you up. Mmmm, you see those snakes that crawl, they're just dying to trip you up. Live out in sad shacks at the back of town. Hold your breath while we do"

Crazed institution - Jethro Tull

"Just a little touch of make-up; just a little touch of bull; just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul; you can wear a gold Piaget on your Semaphore wrist; you can dance the old adage"

Backer street mude - Jethro Tull

"Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel. Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel. In the underpass, the blind man stands. With cold flute hands. Symphony match-seller, breath out of time. You can call me on"

First Snow On Brooklyn - Jethro Tull

"I flew in on the evening plane. Is it such a good idea that I am here again? And I could cut my cold breath with a knife. And taste the winter of another life. A yellow cab from JFK, the long way round. I"

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