Protect And Survive

They said protect and you'll survive-- (but our postman didn't call)
8lbs. of over-pressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall
They said protect and you'll survive
E.M.P. took out the radio-- (and our milk-man didn't call)
Flash blinded by the pretty lights, didn't see his bottles fall
or feel the warm black rain arrive
Big friendly cloud builds in the West (and our dust-men haven't called)
They left the dual carriageway at a hundred miles an hour--
a tail wind chasing them away
And in deep shelters lurk below, sub-regional control
who sympathise but cannot help to mend your body or your soul
Self-appointed guadians of the race with egg upon their face
When steady sirens sing all-clear they pop up, find nobody here
And so I watch two new suns spin-- (our paper man doesn't call)
Burnt shadow printed on the road-- now there's nothing there at all
They said protect and you'll survive

song performed by Jethro Tull
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Mother Goose

As I did walk by hampstead fair
I came upon mother goose -- so I turned her loose --
She was screaming.
And a foreign student said to me --
Was it really true there are elephants and lions too
In piccadilly circus?
Walked down by the bathing pond
To try and catch some sun.
Saw at least a hundred schoolgirls sobbing
Into hankerchiefs as one.
I dont believe they knew
I was a schoolboy.
And a bearded lady said to me --
If you start your raving and your misbehaving --
Youll be sorry.
Then the chicken-fancier came to play --
With his long red beard (and his sisters weird:
She drives a lorry).
Laughed down by the putting green --
I popped 'em in their holes.

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Protect & Survive

They said protect and youll survive ---
(but our postman didnt call)
8lbs. of over-pressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall
They said protect and youll survive
E.m.p. took out the radio ---
(and our milk-man didnt call)
Flash blinded by the pretty lights,
Didnt see his bottles fall
Or feel the warm black rain arrive
Big friendly cloud builds in the west
(and our dust-men havent called)
They left the dual carriageway at a hundred miles an hour ---
A tail wind chasing them away
And in deep shelters lurk below, sub-regional control
Who sympathise but cannot help
To mend your body or your soul
Self-appointed guadians of the race with egg upon their face
When steady sirens sing all-clear they pop up,
Find nobody here
And so I watch two new suns spin ---

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Im Your Gun

Blew my smoke on a sunny day
When the first black powder came my way.
Hot lead ball from a muzzle cold ---
To win fair lady and take your gold.
I know it hardly seems the time ---
(I am your gun)
To talk of blue steel so sublime.
I can understand your point of view.
To tell the truth Id scare me too.
Match, wheel and flintlock, they all caught your eye.
Pearl-handled ladies models, scaled down to size.
I am the peacemaker, so the theory goes.
But I dont choose the company I keep ---
And it shows.
I am your gun.
Love me, Im your gun.
Maxim and browning, they helped me along.
Stoner, kalashnikov --- thrilled to my song.
Now one of me exists, for each one of you,
So how can you blame me for the things that I do?

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Piece Of Cake

Come running. go for overkill.
If you dont come now, Ill be over the hill, all right?
Tell me, ''all right.
Got a sell-by date. soon be out of stock.
Pop me in your trolley you can start my clock. well, all right?
Tell me, ''all right.
I could be on your shelf, could be the risk you take.
Im a cup of hot coffee, Im a piece of cake.
Im the hot chicken in your superstore.
You can take me home if you can take some more, well, all right?
Tell me, ''all right.
I could be on your shelf, could be the bread you bake.
I can fill your larder, Im a piece of cake.
Show me rosemary, Ill show her wild thyme.
See you at the checkout or on the credit line. well, all right?
Tell me, ''all right.
Im your spicy filling, Im your low-fat spread.
Ill be your smooth rubber, be your pencil lead, all right?
Tell me, ''all right.
If you set me to simmer, if you grill my steak--

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Roots To Branches

Words get written. words get twisted.
Old meanings move in the drift of time.
Lift the flickering torches. see gentle shadows change
The features of the faces cut in unmoving stone.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no ones listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
True disciples carrying that message
To colour just a little with their personal touch.
Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half-believers --
Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no ones listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
In wet and windy priest-holes. grand in vast cathedrals.
High on lofty minarets or in the temples of doom.
I hope the old mans got his face on.
Hed better be some quick change artist.
Suffer little children to make their minds up soon.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no ones listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.

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Paradise Steakhouse

Id like to take you
To the edge of every morning
On a magic eiderdown
To a window chair
In the paradise steakhouse
Where theres a cup of silver coffee
Steaming chrome reflections
From the mist in your hair
Try not to watch me (try not to watch me)
Just call me after darkfall (call me after darkfall)
Ill bring a whip to sow
My seed on your land
In the paradise steakhouse
Theres a cup of silver coffee
A sheath of steel so you may hold
My sword in your hand
Ill cut you, divide you
Into tender pieces
No wings to fly away
Upon my dear

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Root To Branches

Words get written. Words get twisted.
Old meanings move in the drift of time.
Lift the flickering torches. See gentle shadows change
the features of the faces cut in unmoving stone.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
True disciples carrying that message
to colour just a little with their personal touch.
Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half-believers --
Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.
In wet and windy priest-holes. Grand in vast cathedrals.
High on lofty minarets or in the temples of doom.
I hope the old man's got his face on.
He'd better be some quick change artist.
Suffer little children to make their minds up soon.
Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening.
Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening.

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Montserrat

Fires on the mountain, and the dogs bark.
Crash of the ocean swelling: crickets in the dark.
The temperature is rising. the village gets no sleep.
Its hardly surprising, given the hot company they keep.
Somebodys home in the ash-fall margins;
Somebodys life in the lost and found.
Breaking news from the hotel vue pointe.
Sinking feeling, sink another beer down.
Hey, jimmy. what you doing here?
Looking up at the high cloud cover, so far and yet so near.
Flying in with the chopper. lieutenant of the crown.
Tell the boys from that cnn, the good cops have come to town.
Angry island, no-ones listening. shamrock villa, green to grey.
Down in the swamp, iguanas glistening.
Toast tomorrow, if not, today.
Hey, jimmy. what you doing here?
You a scientist? you a newsman? or simply come to feel the fear?
The temperature is rising. and were in too deep.
There really is no point in disguising the hot company we keep.

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The Chequered Flag (Dead Or Alive)

The the disc brakes drag, the chequered flag sweeps across the oil-slick track. the young mans home; dry as a bone. his helmet off, he waves: the crowd waves back. one lap victory roll. gladiat
Ul. the taker of the day in winning has to say, isnt it grand to be playing to the stand, dead or alive. the sunlight streaks through the curtain cracks, touches the old man where he sleeps. th
Se brings up a cup of tea --- two biscuits and the morning paper mystery. the hard roads end, the white gods-send is nearer everyday, in dying the old man says, isnt it grand to be playing to
Stand, dead or alive. the still-born child cant feel the rain as the chequered flag falls once again. the deaf composer completes his final score. hell never hear the sweet encore. the chequer
Ag, the bulls red rag, the lemming-hearted hordes running ever faster to the shore singing, isnt it grand to be playing to the stand, dead or alive.

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