Jethro Tull – 5 Album Set
Label: EMI – 50999 972117 2 3, EMI – 9721172
Series: 5 Album Set
Format: CD, Album, Reissue, Remastered
Box Set, Compilation
Country: Australia
Released: 2012
Genre: Rock
Style: Prog Rock
JETHRO TULL - AQUALUNG 1971
Label: EMI – 50999 972117 2 3, EMI – 9721172
Series: 5 Album Set
Format: CD, Album, Reissue, Remastered
Box Set, Compilation
Country: Australia
Released: 2012
Genre: Rock
Style: Prog Rock
JETHRO TULL - AQUALUNG 1971
01. Aqualung 6:35
02. Cross Eyed Mary 4:09
03. Cheap Day Return 1:22
04. Mother Goose 3:53
05. Wond'ring Aloud 1:53
06. Up To Me 3:14
07. My God 7:11
08. Hymn 43 3:18
09. Slipstream 1:13
10. Locomotive Breath 4:41
11. Wind U6:01
A PASSION PLAY
"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).
(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 alignedalthough 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 wets her drawers, to see you in the passion play.
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 wets 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 of 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.....
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 sleeves 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.
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 sleeves 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.
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.
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 appeared 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 eye-sight, insight, and foresight.
How could an intelligent hare make such a silly mistake?"
But all this time, Owl had been sitting on the fence, scowling!
A 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 was 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.
THE END
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, of 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.
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, of 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, 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'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.
Colours 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!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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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JETHRO TULL - MINSTREL IN THE GALLERY 1975
01. Minstrel In The Gallery 8:13
02. Cold Wind To Valhalla 4:20
03. Black Satin Dancer 6:53
04. Requiem 3:45
05. One White Duck / O¹º = Nothing At All 4:38
06. Baker St Muse (Medley) (16:39)
06.a. Pig-Me And The Whore
06.b. Nice Little Tune
06.c. Crash-Barrier Waltzer
06.d. Mother England Reverie
07. Grace 0:51
BONUS TRACKS
08. Summerday Sands 3:45
09. March The Mad Scientist 1:49
10. Pan Dance 3:26
11. Minstrel In The Gallery (Live) 2:11
12. Cold Wind To Valhalla (Live) 1:31
Flac Size: 351 MB
JETHRO TULL - TOO OLD TO ROCK 'N' ROLL: TOO YOUNG TO DIE! 1976
01. Quizz Kid 5:10
02. Crazed Institution 4:48
03. Salamander 2:51
04. Taxi Grab 3:54
05. From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser 4:10
06. Bad-Eyed And Loveless 2:13
07. Big Dipper 3:36
08. Too Old To Rock N' Roll: Too Young To Die 5:45
09. Pied Piper 4:33
10. The Chequered Flag (Dead Or Alive) 5:32
BONUS TRACKS
11. A Small Cigar 3:39
12. Strip Cartoon 3:18
Flac Size: 289 MB
JETHRO TULL - SONGS FROM THE WOOD 1977
01. Songs From The Wood 4:56
02. Jack In The Green 2:31
03. Cup Of Wonder 4:34
04. Hunting Girl 5:13
05. Ring Out Solstice Bells 3:47
06. Velvet Green 6:05
07. The Whistler 3:31
08. Pibroch (Cap In Hand) 8:36
09. Fire At Midnight 2:34
BONUS TRACKS
10. Beltane 5:19
11. Velvet Green [Live] 5:54
JETHRO TULL - THIS WAS 1968
TRACKS
01. My Sunday Feeling 3:43
02. Some Day The Sun Won't Shine For You 2:49
03. Beggar's Farm 4:19
04. Move On Alone (Arranged By – David Palmer) 1:58
05. Serenade To A Cuckoo (Written-By – Kirk) 6:07
06. Dharma For One 4:15
07. It's Breaking Me Up 5:04
08 .Cat's Squirrel (Written-By – Trad.) 5:42
09. A Song For Jeffrey 3:22
10. Round (Written-By – Ellis) 1:03
BONUS TRACKS
11. Love Story 3:06
12. A Christmas Song 3:06
13. Serenade To A Cuckoo (Take 1) (Associated Recording) 5:46
14. Some Day The Sun Won't Shine For You (Faster Version) 2:36
15. Move )n Alone (Flute Version) 2:00
16. Ultimate Confusion (Associated Recording) 2:55
JETHRO TULL - BENEFIT 1970
Jethro Tull – Benefit
Label: Chrysalis – 7243 5 35457 2 7, Capitol Records – 7243 5 35457 2 7
Format: CD, Album, Reissue, Remastered
Country:US
Released:2001
Genre:Rock
Style:Folk Rock, Prog Rock
TRACKS
01. With You There To Help Me 6:19
02. Nothing To Say 5:14
03. Alive And Well And Living In 2:49
04. Son 2:51
05. For Michael Collins, Jeffrey And Me 3:52
06. To Cry You A Song 6:16
07. A Time For Everything? 2:44
08. Inside 3:50
09. Play In Time 3:50
10. Sossity; You're A Woman 4:43
BONUS TRACKS
11. Singing All Day 3:07
12. Witch's Promise 3:52
13. Just Trying To Be 1:38
14. Teacher (Original UK Mix) 3:49
JETHRO TULL - THICK AS A BRICK 1972
Jethro Tull – Thick As A Brick
Label: Chrysalis – CDP 32 1003 2, Chrysalis – CDP32 1003-2
Format: CD, Album, Reissue
Country: UK
Released: 1987
Genre: Rock
Style: Prog Rock
TRACKS
Label: Chrysalis – CDP 32 1003 2, Chrysalis – CDP32 1003-2
Format: CD, Album, Reissue
Country: UK
Released: 1987
Genre: Rock
Style: Prog Rock
TRACKS
01. Thick As A Brick 22:45
02. Thick As A Brick 21:05
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