JETHRO TULL:   Living In The Past

A Song For Jeffrey (see This Was)

Love Story

Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has changed her mind, yeah
I know what I will find
that she is wasting time,
she could be picking roses

Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has seen the light, yeah
Oh, I told her last night
she should improve her sight,
she could be painting the roof

Going back in the morning time
to see if my love has come around, yeah
She offered me no sound,
her head is in the ground,
She could be calling for winter

Christmas Song

Once in Royal David's City stood a lowly cattle shed,
where a mother laid her baby.
You'd do well to remember the things He later said.
When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties,
you'll laugh when I tell you to take a running jump.
You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making;
that Christmas spirit is not what you drink.

So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry
and how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?
And if I've just messed up your thoughtless pleasures,
remember, if you wish, this is just a Christmas song.

Hey, Santa: pass us that bottle, will you?

Living In The Past

Happy and I'm smiling,
walk a mile to drink your water
You know I'd love to love you,
and above you there's no other
We'll go walking out
while others shout of war's disaster
Oh, we won't give in,
let's go living in the past

Once I used to join in
every boy and girl was my friend
Now there's revolution, but they don't know
what they're fighting
Let us close out eyes;
outside their lives go on much faster
Oh, we won't give in,
we'll keep living in the past

Driving Song

Will they ever stop drivin' me?
Have they ever taken time to see
That I need some rest
if I'm to do my best?

Can I please stop workin' so hard?
They just tell me gotta close it hard
Got to think of my health
Can I be by myself?

Oh, they tell me I'll be home someday
Well I doubt it if I continue this way,
`cause this hard life I've led
is makin' me dead

Bouree (Instrumental)

Sweet Dream

You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream,
can't hear your daddy's warning cry
You're going back to be all the things you want to be,
while in sweet dreams you softly sigh

You hear my voice is calling
to be mine again,
live the rest of your life in a day
Get out and get what you can
while your mummy's at home a-sleeping
No time to understand
`cause they lost what they thought they were keeping

No one can see us in your sweet dream
don't hear you leave to start the car
All wrapped up tightly in the coat you borrowed from me,
your place of resting is not far

You'll hear my voice is calling
to be mine again,
live the rest of your life in a day
Get out and get what you can
While your mummy's at home a-sleeping
No time to understand,
`cause they lost what they thought they were keeping

Singing All Day

Singing all day, singing `bout nothing
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing,
oo, my, my, my,
oo, my, my, my

Went down to the station to look for her there,
looked through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair,
nothing to see but the crowds keep a-staring at me,
my, my,
oo, my, my, my

Down in the street, try'n' to remember,
shuffling my feet outside a menswear,
is that her in the fur coat?
No it's not December yet,
my, my, my,
oo, my, my, my

Singing all day, singing `bout nothing

Back to the house, maybe she'll phone me,
singing my song, feeling so lonely
I'll sing very softly, so if the phone rings
I can hear it, I can hear it

Singing all day, singing `bout nothing
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing
Singing all day, singing `bout nothing,
oo, my, my, my,
oo, my, my, my

Teacher

Well the dawn was coming,
heard him ringing on my bell
He said, "My name's the teacher,
that is what I call myself
And I have a lesson
that I must impart to you
It's an old expression
but I must insist it's true

Jump up, look around,
find yourself some fun,
no sense in sitting there hating everyone
No man's an island and his castle isn't home,
the nest is for nothing when the bird has flown "

So I took a journey,
threw my world into the sea
With me went the teacher
who found fun instead of me

Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed
I try to socialize but I can't seem to find
what I was looking for, got something on my mind

Then the teacher told me
it had been a lot of fun
Thanked me for his ticket
and all that I had done

Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed
I try to socialize but I can't seem to find
what I was looking for, got something on my mind

Witch's Promise

Lend me your ear while I call you a fool
You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood,
and later insisted your feelings were true
The witch's promise was coming,
believing he listened while laughing you flew

Leaves falling red, yellow, brown, all are the same,
and the love you have found lay outside in the rain
Washed clean by the water but nursing its pain
The witch's promise was coming, and you're looking
elsewhere for your own selfish gain

Keep looking, keep looking for somewhere to be,
well, you're wasting your time, they're not stupid like he is
Meanwhile leaves are still falling, you're too blind to see

You won't find it easy now, it's only fair
He was willing to give to you, you didn't care
You're waiting for more but you've already had your share
The witch's promise is turning, so don't you wait up
for him, he's going to be late

Inside (see Benefit)

Alive And Well And Living In (see Benefit)

Just Trying To Be

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 leave you astray

Unfeeling, feel lonely rejection,
unknowing, know you're going wrong
And they can't see that we're just trying to be,
and not what we seem,
and even now believe that it's not real and only a dream

By Kind Permission Of

Intro: Please, let's have a big welcome for Jethro Tull
Whoop! Hello Hang on, press on Be back with you in a minute
I'd better not open this now because it might contain contraband
We'll give it to John to supplement his camels He dropped on his
head when he was very small We occasionally cut his fingernails off
and smoke them This is a a song about about everything

Dharma For One

Dharma, seek and you will find
truth within your mind, Dharma

Dharma, each to his own we say,
together we'll end astray, Dharma

Truth is like freedom, it doesn't fool me
Be true to yourself, never think that you're free
Dharma will come eventually

Wond'ring Again

There's the stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea,
and the motor car magical world long since ceased to be,
when the Eve-bitten apple returned to destroy the tree

Incestuous ancestry's charabanc ride,
spawning new millions throws the world on its side
Supporting their far-flung illusion, the national curse,
and those with no sandwiches please get off the bus

The excrement bubbles,
the century's slime decays
and the brainwashing government lackeys
would have us say
it's under control and we'll soon be on our way
to a grand year for babies and quiz panel games
of the hot hungry millions you'll be sure to remain

The natural resources are dwindling and no one grows old,
and those with no homes to go to, please dig yourself holes

We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow
Searched for the last pigeon, slate grey 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

Wond'ring aloud will a son one day be born
to share in our infancy
in the child's path we've worn
In the aging seclusion of this earth that our birth did surprise
we'll open his eyes

Hymn 43 (see Aqualung)

Locomotive Breath (see Aqualung)

Life Is A Long Song

When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day,
and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say,
well, don't you fret, don't you fear,
I will give you good cheer

Life's a long song
Life's a long song
Life's a long song

If you wait then your plate I will fill

As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day,
and the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room,
you struggle on your way
Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry,
lick the dust from your eye

Life's a long song
Life's a long song
Life's a long song

We will meet in the sweet light of dawn

As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress,
and the symphony sounds underground put you under duress,
well don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheel

Life's a long song
Life's a long song
Life's a long song

But the tune ends too soon for us all

Up The 'Pool

I'm going up the `pool from down the smoke below
to taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo
The candyfloss salesman watches ladies in the sand
down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting
Mister Universe

The iron tower smiles down upon the silver sea
and along the golden mile they'll be swigging mugs of tea
The politicians there who've come to take the air
while posing for the daily press
will look around and blame the mess
on Edward Bear

There'll be bucket, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels, rainy days,
seaweed and sand castles, icy waves
Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down,
sun-tanned stranded starfish in a daze

We're going up the `pool from down the smoke below
to taste my mum's jam sarnies and see our Aunty Flo
The candy floss salesman watches ladies in the sand
down for a freaky weekend in the hope that they'll be meeting
Mister Universe

There'll be buckets, spades and bingo, cockles, mussels, rainy days,
seaweed and sand castles, icy waves,
Deck chairs, rubber dinghies, old vests, braces dangling down,
sun-tanned stranded starfish in a daze

Oh Blackpool,
oh Blackpool

Dr Bogenbroom

I have one foot in the graveyard and the other on the bus,
and the passengers do trample each other in the rush
And the chicken hearted lawman is throwing up his fill
to see the kindly doctor to pass the super pill
Well, I'm going down, three cheers for Doctor Bogenbroom
Well, I'm on my way, three cheers for Doctor Bogenbroom

Well I've tried my best to love you all,
all you hypocrites and whores,
with your eyes on each other and the locks upon your doors
Well you drowned me in the fountain of life and I hated you
for living while I was dying, we were all just passing through
Well, I'm going down, three cheers for Doctor Bogenbroom
Well, I'm on my way, three cheers for Doctor Bogenbroom

For Later (Instrumental)

Nursie

Tip-toes in silence `round my bed
and quiets the raindrops overhead
With her everlasting smile
She still my fever for a while
Oh, nursie dear,
I'm glad you're here
to brush away my pain