Jethro Tull, Nothing to say (lyrics)

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JETHRO TULL  - από το άλμπουμ Benefit 1970

"Nothing To Say"

Everyday there's someone asking
what is there to do?
Should I love or should I fight
is it all the same to you?
No I say I have the answer
proven to be true,
But if I were to share it with you,
you would stand to gain
and I to lose.
Oh I couldn't bear it
so I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to say.

Every morning pressure forming
all around my eyes.
Ceilings crash, the walls collapse,
broken by the lies
that your misfortune brought upon us
and I won't disguise them.
So don't ask me will I explain
I won't even begin to tell you why.
No, just because I have a name
well I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to say.

Climb a tower of freedom,
paint your own deceiving sign.
It's not my power
to criticize or to ask you to be blind
To your own pressing problem
and the hate you must unwind.
So ask of me no answer
there is none that I could give
you wouldn't find.
I went your way ten years ago
and I've got nothing to say.
Nothing to say.
« Last Edit: 30 Oct, 2008, 21:53:46 by Ion »
Το ότι κάποιοι ζουν στον ίδιο χώρο, δεν σημαίνει ότι ζουν και στον ίδιο χρόνο ή τουλάχιστον ότι βιώνουν τον χρόνο με τον ίδιο τρόπο. Αυτό δεν κάνει τον κόσμο χειρότερο, απλώς πιο πολύπλοκο. σα(ρε)μάλι

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Aqualung - 1971

"Cross-Eyed Mary"

Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief --
if he had a rich man in his hand.
And who would steal the candy
from a laughing baby's mouth
if he could take it from the money man.
Cross-eyed Mary goes jumping in again.
She signs no contract
but she always plays the game.
Dines in Hampstead village
on expense accounted gruel,
and the jack-knife barber drops her off at school.
Laughing in the playground -- gets no kicks from little boys:
would rather make it with a letching grey.
Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung,
who watches through the railings as they play.
Cross-eyed Mary finds it hard to get along.
She's a poor man's rich girl
and she'll do it for a song.
She's a rich man stealer
but her favour's good and strong:
She's the Robin Hood of Highgate --
helps the poor man get along.
« Last Edit: 30 Oct, 2008, 21:43:50 by Ion »
Το ότι κάποιοι ζουν στον ίδιο χώρο, δεν σημαίνει ότι ζουν και στον ίδιο χρόνο ή τουλάχιστον ότι βιώνουν τον χρόνο με τον ίδιο τρόπο. Αυτό δεν κάνει τον κόσμο χειρότερο, απλώς πιο πολύπλοκο. σα(ρε)μάλι

14.   Ναι, βεβαίως. Σων, φέρε τα λεφτά του Ανθόνιο.



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Όχι ότι οι στίχοι μου αρέσουν περισσότερο από το ''Nothing to say'', αλλά γίνονται Jethro Tull χωρίς:

Aqualung

Sitting on a park bench --
Eyeing ittle girls with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose --
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold --
An old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
The only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
As he bends to pick a dog-end --
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.

Feeling alone --
The armys up the rode
Salvation la mode and
A cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
Dont start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see, its only me.
Do you still remember
Decembers foggy freeze --
When the ice that
Clings on to your beard is
Screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea-diver sounds,
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring.
« Last Edit: 30 Oct, 2008, 21:43:23 by Ion »


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Too Old To Rock 'n' Roll: Too Young To Die

The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end, drank his ale too light.
Death's head belt buckle, yesterday's dreams,
the transport caff prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.

Now he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.
Yes, he's too old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die.

He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he's the last of the blue-blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road,
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do's.
For drinks on a Sunday --- work on Monday.
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes.

Now they're too old to Rock 'n' Roll and they're too young to die.
Yes, they're too old to Rock 'n' Roll and they're too young to die.

So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies, tears in his eyes,
his wind-whipped words echo the final take.
And he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.

And he was too old to Rock 'n' Roll but he was too young to die.
And he was too old to Rock 'n' Roll but he was too young to die.

No, you're never too old to Rock 'n' Roll if you're too young to die.


« Last Edit: 30 Oct, 2008, 23:10:50 by Ion »



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Εγώ δίνω και το ηχητικό κατιτίς μου.

κι εγώ έβαλα για το Cross-eyed Mary!
« Last Edit: 30 Oct, 2008, 23:11:14 by Ion »
Το ότι κάποιοι ζουν στον ίδιο χώρο, δεν σημαίνει ότι ζουν και στον ίδιο χρόνο ή τουλάχιστον ότι βιώνουν τον χρόνο με τον ίδιο τρόπο. Αυτό δεν κάνει τον κόσμο χειρότερο, απλώς πιο πολύπλοκο. σα(ρε)μάλι

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Αχ, Σταυρούλα!!! Τι μας θυμίζεις!!!!!

"Locomotive Breath"

In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath,
Runs the all-time loser,
Headlong to his death.
He feels the piston scraping --
Steam breaking on his brow --
Old Charlie stole the handle and
The train won't stop going --
No way to slow down.
He sees his children jumping off
At the stations -- one by one.
His woman and his best friend --
In bed and having fun.
He's crawling down the corridor
On his hands and knees --
Old Charlie stole the handle and
The train won't stop going --
No way to slow down.
He hears the silence howling --
Catches angels as they fall.
And the all-time winner
Has got him by the balls.
He picks up Gideon's Bible --
Open at page one --
God stole the handle and
The train won't stop going --
No way to slow down.


Εγώ δε βάζω ηχητικό, φορτώνω απλώς τα δικά σας :-Ρ (Υπόσχομαι όμως περισσότερα ΟΣΟΠ ;-)
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Stand Up (1969)

"A New Day Yesterday"

My first and last time with you
and we had some fun.
wenT walking through the trees, yeah!
And then I kissed you once.
Oh I want to see you soon
but I wonder how.
It was a new day yesterday
but it's an old day now.

Spent a long time looking
for a game to play.
My luck should be so bad now
to turn out this way.
Oh I had to leave today
just when I thought I'd found you.
It was a new day yesterday
But it's an old day now.

Άλλο ένα πολύ-αγαπημένο!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
http://www.progarchives.com/Progressive_rock_discography_CD.asp?cd_id=7347
« Last Edit: 30 Oct, 2008, 21:45:22 by Ion »
Το ότι κάποιοι ζουν στον ίδιο χώρο, δεν σημαίνει ότι ζουν και στον ίδιο χρόνο ή τουλάχιστον ότι βιώνουν τον χρόνο με τον ίδιο τρόπο. Αυτό δεν κάνει τον κόσμο χειρότερο, απλώς πιο πολύπλοκο. σα(ρε)μάλι

14.   Ναι, βεβαίως. Σων, φέρε τα λεφτά του Ανθόνιο.


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Αχ, Σταυρούλα!!! Τι μας θυμίζεις!!!!!

Τί σας θυμίζω δηλαδή; Ότι too old to rock'n'roll ή too young to die?
Lol
« Last Edit: 30 Oct, 2008, 21:48:46 by Ion »
Το ότι κάποιοι ζουν στον ίδιο χώρο, δεν σημαίνει ότι ζουν και στον ίδιο χρόνο ή τουλάχιστον ότι βιώνουν τον χρόνο με τον ίδιο τρόπο. Αυτό δεν κάνει τον κόσμο χειρότερο, απλώς πιο πολύπλοκο. σα(ρε)μάλι

14.   Ναι, βεβαίως. Σων, φέρε τα λεφτά του Ανθόνιο.


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Αχ, βρε Σταυρούλα!!! Ότι δεν υπάρχει για τίποτε too old ή too young!!!!!! (+χιλιάδες άλλα πράγματα :-)
« Last Edit: 30 Oct, 2008, 21:49:15 by Ion »


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Αχ, βρε Σταυρούλα!!! Ότι δεν υπάρχει για τίποτε too old ή too young!!!!!! (+χιλιάδες άλλα πράγματα :-)

I'LL DRINK TO THAT!!!

Ακούω και το "too old" τώρα (Ναι, τώρα το κατέβασα!)

Τί φωνήηη ο Ian!!!!!!!
« Last Edit: 30 Oct, 2008, 23:11:53 by Ion »
Το ότι κάποιοι ζουν στον ίδιο χώρο, δεν σημαίνει ότι ζουν και στον ίδιο χρόνο ή τουλάχιστον ότι βιώνουν τον χρόνο με τον ίδιο τρόπο. Αυτό δεν κάνει τον κόσμο χειρότερο, απλώς πιο πολύπλοκο. σα(ρε)μάλι

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Εδώ είναι το Jethro Tull thread; Καλά ήρθα;

Ωραία. Πάμε λοιπόν!

Songs From The Wood

Let me bring you songs from the wood.
To make you feel much better than you could know.
Dust you down from tip to toe.
Show you how the garden grows.
Hold you steady as you go.
Join the chorus if you can:
It'll make of you an honest man.

Let me bring you love from the field:
Poppies red and roses filled with summer rain.
To heal the wound and still the pain
That threatens again and again
As you drag down every lovers lane.
Lifes long celebrations here.
Ill toast you all in penny cheer.

Let me bring you all things refined:
Galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale.
Greetings well met fellow, hail!
I am the wind to fill your sail.
I am the cross to take your nail:
A singer of these ageless times.
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.


« Last Edit: 30 Oct, 2008, 21:47:38 by Ion »


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Καλημερούδια, Κατερίνα!
Άψογο και το songs from the wood! Άψογο!
Μήπως (by any chance δλδ) το έχεις και από το Live?
« Last Edit: 30 Oct, 2008, 21:48:15 by Ion »
Το ότι κάποιοι ζουν στον ίδιο χώρο, δεν σημαίνει ότι ζουν και στον ίδιο χρόνο ή τουλάχιστον ότι βιώνουν τον χρόνο με τον ίδιο τρόπο. Αυτό δεν κάνει τον κόσμο χειρότερο, απλώς πιο πολύπλοκο. σα(ρε)μάλι

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"Locomotive Breath"

In the shuffling madness
Of the locomotive breath,
Runs the all-time loser,
Headlong to his death.
He feels the piston scraping --
Steam breaking on his brow --
Old Charlie stole the handle and
The train won't stop going --
No way to slow down.
He sees his children jumping off
At the stations -- one by one.
His woman and his best friend --
In bed and having fun.
He's crawling down the corridor
On his hands and knees --
Old Charlie stole the handle and
The train won't stop going --
No way to slow down.
He hears the silence howling --
Catches angels as they fall.
And the all-time winner
Has got him by the balls.
He picks up Gideon's Bible --
Open at page one --
God stole the handle and
The train won't stop going --
No way to slow down.


 

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