Tull Jethro A Passion Play lyrics

Tull Jethro A Passion Play lyrics

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Send "Tull Jethro A Passion Play" Ringtone to your Cell `Do you still see me even here?` The silver cord lies on the ground. `And so I`m dead`, the young man said Over the hill, not a wish away. My friends as one all stand aligned Although their taxis came too late. There was a rush along the Fulham Road. There was a hush in the Passion Play. Such a sense of glowing in the aftermath Ripe with rich attainments all imagined Sad misdeeds in disarray, the sore thumb screams aloud Echoing out of the Passion Play. All the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance. There was a rush along the Fulham Road Into the ever-Passion Play. 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 with a howl across the sand I go escorted by a band Of gentlemen in leather bound No one but someone to be found. All along the icy wastes there are faces smiling in the gloom. Roll up roll down, Feeling unwound? Step into the viewing room. The cameras were all around, We`ve got you taped- you`re in the Play. Here`s your I.D., ideal for identifying one and all. Invest your life in the memory bank, ours the interest and we thank you. The ice-cream lady wet her drawers, to see you in the Passion Play. Take the prize for instant pleasure Captain of the cricket team Public speaking in all weathers A knighthood from a queen. All your best friends telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand. From your hand. There`s a line in a front-page story- 13 horses that also-ran. Also-ran. Climb in your old umbrella, Does it have a nasty tear in the dome? In the dome? But the rain only gets in sometimes, and the sun never leaves you alone. You alone. You alone. Lover of the black and white- it`s your first night. The Passion Play goes all the way-spoils your insight. Tell me how the baby`s made, how the lady`s laid Why the old dog howls in sadness. And your little sister`s immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision. The examining body examined her body. Actor of the low-high Q, let`s hear your view. Peek at the lines upon your sleeve, since your memory won`t do. Tell me how the baby`s graded, how the lady`s faded Why the old dogs howl with madness. All of this and some of that`s the only way to skin the cat. And now you`ve lost a skin or two- you`re for us and we for you. The dressing room is right behind We`ve got you taped, you`re in the Play. How does it feel to be in the Play? How does it feel to play the Play? How does it feel to be the Play? Man of passion rise again, we won`t cross you out. For we do love you like a son, of that there`s no doubt. Tell us, is it you who are here for our good cheer? Or are we here for the glory, for the story For the gory satisfaction of telling you how absolutely awful you really are? There was a rush along the Fulham Road. There was a hush in the Passion Play. This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles! Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching. Sitting on a fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close by. Now this may not seem strange, but when Owl overheard Kangaroo whisper to no one in particular, `The hare has lost his spectacles`, well, he began to wonder. Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud, and there, lying on the grass, was Hare. In the stream that flowed by the grass- a newt. And sitting astride a twig of a bush- a bee. Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement, for without his spectacles he was completely helpless. Where were his spectacles? Could someone have stolen them? Had he mislaid them? What was he to do? Bee wanted to help, and thinking he had the answer, began, `You probably ate them thinking they were a carrot`. `No!` interrupted Owl, who was wise. `I have good eysight, insight, and foresight. How could an intelligent hare make such a silly mikstake?` But all this time, Owl had been sitting on the fence, scowling! Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk. She thought herself far superior in intelligence to the others. She was their leader, their guru. She had the answer: `Hare, you must go in search of the optician` But then she realized that Hare were completely helpless without his spectacles. And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed, `I can`t send Hare in search of anything!` `You can, guru, you can!` shouted Newt. `You can send him with Owl.` But Owl had gone to sleep. Newt knew too much to be stopped by so small a problem: `You can take him in your pouch.` But alas, Hare was much too big to fit into Kangaroo`s pouch. All this time, it had been quite plain to Hare that the others knew nothing about spectacles. As for all their tempting ideas, well Hare didn`t care. The lost spectacles were his own affair. And after all, Hare did have a spare a-pair... A-pair... We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door Eat in the corner, talk to the floor. Cheating the spiders who come to say `Please` Politely they bend at the knees. Well I`ll go to the foot of our stairs. Old gentlemen talk of when they were young Of ladies lost and erring sons. Lace-covered dandies revel with friends Pure as the truth tied at both ends. Well I`ll go to the foot of our stairs. Scented cathedral-spire pointed down We pray for souls in Kentish town. A delicate hush- the gods floating by Wishing us well- pie in the sky. God of Ages, Lord of Time Mine is the right to be wrong. Well I`ll go to the foot of our stairs. 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 hymn is sung and the devil cries `More` 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. Colors I`ve none- dark or light, red, white or blue Cold is my touch- freezing Summoned by name, I am the overseer over you. Given this command to watch o`er our miserable sphere. Fallen from grace, called on To bring sun or rain, occasional corn from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better place Offering services for the saving of face. Now you`re here you may as well admire All whom living has retired From the benign reconciliation. Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights Seen in the sky, flashing. I just lit a fag, then took my leave in the blink of an eye. Passionate play, join round the maypole in dance Primitive rite- wrongly Summoned by name, I am the overseer over you. Flee the icy Lucifer! Oh he`s an awful fellow! What a mistake! I didn`t take A feather from his pillow. Here`s the everlasting rub Neither am I good or bad I`d give up my halo for a horn And the horn for the hat I once had. I`m only breathing, there`s life on my ceiling The flies there are sleeping quietly... Twist my right arm in the dark I would give two or three for One of those days that never made Impressions on the old score. I would gladly be a dog Barking up the wrong tree Everyone`s saved- we`re in the grave See you there for afternoon tea. Time for awaking, the tea-lady`s making A brew up and baking new bread... Pick me up at half past none There`s not a moment to lose There is the train on which I came On the platform are my old shoes. Station master rings his bell Whistles blow and flags wave A little of what you fancy does You good, or so it should I thank everybody for making me welcome I`d stay but my wings have just dropped off. Hail, Son of Kings! Make the ever-dying sign Cross your fingers in the sky for those about to BE. There am I, waiting along the sand. Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea. Magus Perde`, take your hand from off the chain Loose a wish to still the rain, the storm about to BE. Here am I, Voyager into life. Tough are the soles that tread the knife`s edge. Break the circle, stretch the line, call upon the Devil. Bring the gods, the gods` own fire in the conflict revel. The passengers upon the ferry crossing, waiting to be born Renew the pledge of life`s long song, rise to the reveille horn. Animals queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore Breathe the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door. 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. There was a rush along the Fulham Road Into the ever-Passion Play Send "Tull Jethro A Passion Play" Ringtone to your Cell Tull Jethro A Passion Play lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Tull Jethro A Passion Play lyrics @ ELyrics | Tull Jethro A Passion Play lyrics @ Kovideo | Jethro Tull Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Tull Jethro A Passion Play lyrics @ Songlyrics | Tull Jethro A Passion Play lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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