the guard to turn the heating off. 12.6. Rover I chase your every footstep and I follow every whim. When you call the tune I'm ready to strike up the battle himn. My lady of the meadows === My comber of the beach === You've thrown the stick for your dog's trick but it's floating out of reach. The long road is a rainbow and the pot of gold lies there. So slip the chain and I'm off again === You'll find me everywhere. I'm a Rover. As the robin craves the summer to hide his smock of red, I need the pillow of your hair in which to hide my head. I'm simple in my sadness; resourceful in remorse. Then I'm down straining at the lead === holding on a windward course. Strip me from the bundle of balloons at every fair: colourful and carefree === designed to make you stare. But I'm lost and I'm losing the thread that holds me down. And I'm up hot and rising in the lights of every town. 12.7. One Brown Mouså Smile your little smile === take some tea with me awhile. Brush away that black doud from your shoulder. Twitch your whiskers. Feel that you're really real. Another tea-time === another day older. Puff warm breath on your tiny hands. You wish you were a man who every day can turn another page. Behind your glass you sit and look at my ever-open book === One Brown Mouse sitting in a cage. 34 ** Jethro Tull ***. Do you wonder if I really care for you === Am I just the company you keep === Which one of us exercises on the old treadmill === Who hides his head, pretending to sleep? Smile your little smile === take some tea with me awhile And every day we'll turn another page. Behind our glass we'll sit and look at our ever-open book === One Brown Mouse sitting in a cage. 12.8. Heavy Horses Iron-clad feather-feet poundin the dust An October's day, towards evening. Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plough Salt on a deep shest seasoning. Last of the line at an honest day's toil Turning the deep sod under. Flint at the fetlock, chasing the bone Flies at the nostrils plunder. The Suffolk, the Clydesdale, the Percheron vie with the Shire on his feathers floating Hauling soft timber into the dusk to bed on a warm straw coating. Heavy Horses, move the land under me Behind the plough gliding === slipping and sliding free. Now you're down to the few and there's no work to do The tractor's on its way. Let me find you a filly for your proud stallion seed To keep the old line going. And we'll stand you abreast at the back of the wood Behind the young trees growing To hide you from eyes fthat mock at your girth, and your eighteen hands at the shoulder And one day when the oil barons have all dripped dry and the nights are seen to draw colder They'll beg for your strength your gentle power your noble grace and your bearing And you'll strain once again to the sound of the gulls in the wake of the deep plough, sharing. Standing like tanks on the brow of the hill Up into the cold wind facing In stiff battle harness, chained to the world Against the low sun racing. Bring me a wheel of oaken wood A rein of polished leather A Heavy Horse and a tumbling sky Brewing heavy weather. 35 ** Jethro Tull ***. Bring a song for the evening Clean brass to flash the down across these acres glistening like dew on a carpet lawn. In these dark towns folk he sleeping as the Heavy Horses thunder by to wake the dying city with the living horseman's cry At once the old hands quicken === bring pick and wisp and curry comb === thrill to the sound of all the Heavy Horses coming home. 12.9. Weathercock Good morning Weather cock; How did you fare last night Did the cold wind bite you, did you face up to the fright When the leaves spin from October and whip around your tail Did you shake from the blast, did you shiver through the gale? Give us direction; the best of goodwill === Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum evening's song === Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you. Do you simply reflect changes in the patterns of the sky, Or is it true to say the weather heeds the twinkle in your eye? Do you fight the rush of winter; do you hold snowflakes at bay, Do you lift the dawn sun from the fields and help him on his way? Good morning Weathercock; make this day bright. Put us in touch with your fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum evening's song Point the way to better days we can share with you. 36 ** Jethro Tull ***.   13. "BURSTING OUT" (p) 1978 1. No Lullaby (*78) 2. Sweet Dream (*71s) 3. Skating Away on the Thin Ice of the New Day (*74) 4. Jack in the Green (*77) 5. One Brown Mouse (*78) 6. A New Day Yesterday (*69) 7. Flute Solo Improvisation/God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen/Bouree 8. Song from the Wood (*77) 9. Thick As a Brick (*72) 10. Hunting Girl (*77) 11. Too Old To Rock and Roll, Too Young To Die (*76) 12. Conundrum (Martin Barre, B. Barlow) 13. Minstrel in the Gallery (*75) 14. Cross Eyed Mary (*71) 15. Quatrain (Martin Barre) 16. Aqualung (*71) 17. Locomotive Breath (*71) 18. The Dambusters March (Eric Coates) (Chrysalis CH2 1201) (*69) - see "STAND UP" (*71) - see "AQUALUNG" (*71s) - see "LIVING IN THE PAST" (*72) - see "THICK AS A BRICK" (*74) - see "WAR CHILD" (*75) - see "MINSTREL IN THE GALLERY" (*76) - see "TOO OLD TO ROCK'N'ROLL: TOO YOUNG TO DIE" (*77) - see "SONGS FROM THE WOOD" (*78) - see "HEAVY HORSES" 37 ** Jethro Tull ***.   14. "STORMWATCH" (p) 1979 1. North Sea Oil 2. Orion 3. Home 4. Dark Ages 5. Warm Sporran 6. Something's on the Move 7. Old Ghrosts 8. Dun Ringill 9. Flying Dutchman 10. Elegy (Chrysalis CHR 1238) 38 ** Jethro Tull ***.   15. "A" (p) 1980 1. Crossfire 2. Flingdale Flyer 3. Workin' John Workin' Joe 4. Black Sunday 5. Protect & Survive 6. Butteries Not Encluded 7. Uniform 8. 4 w.d.(Low Ratio) 9. The Pine Marten's Jig 10. And Further On (Chrysalis CHR 1301) 39 ** Jethro Tull ***. 16. "THE BROADSWORD AND THE BEAST" (p) 1982 1. Beastie 2. Clasp 3. Fallen on Hard Times 4. Flying Colours 5. Slow Marching Band 6. BroadSword 7. Pussy Willow 8. Watching Me Watching You 9. Seal Driver 10. Cheerio (Chrysalis CHR 1380) 16.1. Beastiå From early days of infancy through trembling years of youth long murky middle-age and final hours longin the tooth he is the hundred names of terror - creature you love the least Picture his name before you and exorcise the beast. He roved up and down through History - spectre with tules to tell In the darkness when the campfire's dead - to each his private Hell If you look behind your shoulder as you feel his eyes to feast you can witness now the everchanging nature of the Beast. Beastie If you wear a warmer sporran, you can keep the foe at bay You can pop those pills and visit some psychiatrist who'll say - There is nothing I can do for you, everywhere's a danger zone I'd love to help get rid of it but I've got one of my own. There's a beast upon my shoulder and a fiend upon my back Feel his burning breath a-heaving, smoke oozing from his stack And he moves beneath the covers or he lies below the bed He's the Beast upon you shoulder. He's price upon your head. He's the lonely fear of dying, and for some, of living too He's your private nightmare pricking. He'd just love to turn the screw So stand as one defiant - Yes, and Let your voices swell. Stare that Beastie in the face and really give him Hell. 40 ** Jethro Tull ***. 16.2. Clasð We travellers on the endless wastes in single orbits gliding cold-eyed march towards the down behind hard-weather hoods a-hiding Meeting as the tall ships do, passing in the channel Afraid to chance a gentle touch -- afraid to make the Clasp. In high-rise city canyons dwells the discontent of ages On ring roads, nose to bumper crawl commuters in their cages Cryptic signals flash across from pilots in the fast lane Double-locked and belted in -- too late to make the Clasp. Lets break the journey now on some lonely road Sit down as strangers will, let the stress unload Tolk in confidential terms, share a dark unspoken fear Refill the cup and drink it up. Say goodnight and wish good luck. Synthetic chiefs with frozen smiles holding unsteady courses Grip the reins of History, high on their battle horses And meeting as good statesmen do before the T.V. Eyes of millions hand to hand exchange the lie -- pretend to make the Clasp. 16.3. Fallen on Hard Times Fallen on Hard Times -- but it feels good to know that milk and honey's just around the bend Running on bad lines -- we'd better run as we go Tear up, tear up the overdraft again. Oh, dear Prime Minister -- it's all such a mess Go right ahead and pull the rotten tooth Oh, Mr President -- you've seen put to the test Come clean, for once, and hit us with the truth. Looking for sunshine -- oh but it's black and it's cold Yet you say that milk and honey's just round the bend. Giving us a hard time, my friends Handing us the same line again. Fallen on Hard Times -- and there's nowhere to hide Now they've re-possessed the Rolls Royce and the mink Turning on the peace sign -- and it's back to the wood Soon there will be raised an holy stink. Somebody wake me. I've seen sleeping too long Oh, I don't have to take this lying down You can keep your promises. Shove'em where they belong Don't ask me to the party -- won't be around. 41 ** Jethro Tull ***. 16.4. Flying Colours Shout if you will, but that just won't do I, for one, would rather follow softer options I'll take the easy line; another sip of wine And if I ignore the face you wore, it's just a way of mine to keep from flying colours. Don't lay your bait while the whole world waits around to see me shoot you down - it's all so second-rate. When we can last for days on a loving night; or for hours at least on a warm whisper given. You always pick the best time to rise to the fight. To break the hard bargain that we've driven Once again were flying colours. I thought we had it out the night before and settled old scores, but not the hard way. Was it a glass too much? Or a smile too few? Did our friends all catch the needle match -- did we want them to ? In a fancy restaurant we were all aglow Keeping cool by mutual permission How did the conversation get to where we came to blows We were set up in a red condition And again we're flying colours. Shout -- but you see it still won't do With my colours on I can be just as bad as you Have I had a glass too Much? Did I give a smile too few? Did our friends all catch the needle match -- did we want them to? We act our parts so well, like we wrote the play All so predictable and we know it. We'll settle old scores now, and settle the hard way You may not even live to outgrow it! Once again we're flying colours. 16.5. Slow Marching Band Would you join a Slow Marching Band? And take pleasure in your leaving as the ferry sails and tears are dried and cows come home at evening. Could you get behind a Slow Marching Band? -- join together in the passing of all we shared through yesterdays in sorrows neverlasting. Take a hand and take a bow You played for me; thats all for now Oh, and never mind the words just ham along and keep on going. Walk on slowly -- don't look behind you Don't say goodbye, love. I won't remind you. Dream of me as the nights draw cold still marking time through Winter You paid the piper and called the tune and you marched the band away. 42 ** Jethro Tull ***. 16.6. Broadsword I see a dark sail on the horizon set under a dark cloud that hides the sun Bring me my Broadsword and clear understanding Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman Get up to the roundhouse on the cliff-top standing Take women and children and bed them down Bring me my Broadsword and clear understanding Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman Bless with a hard heart those who surround me Bless the women and children who firm our hands Put our backs to the North wind. Hold fast by the river Sweet memories to drive us on for the Motherland. 16.7. Pussy Willow In the half-tone light of a young morning she sighs and shifts on the pillow And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly to kiss the Pussy Willow. In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing in a sad voice nobody hears She waits in her castle of make-believing for her white knight to appear. Pussy Willow -- down fur-lined avenue brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes Runs for the train -- see, eight o'clock's coming cutting dreams down to size again. She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing on apartment in old Mayfair On to fish the Spey, spinning the first run of Spring or to die for a cause somewhere. Pussy Willow -- down fur-lined avenue brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes Runs from the train. Near her typewriter humming cutting dreams down to size again. 16.8. Wathing Me Watching Yîè I sit by the cutting on the Beaconsfield line He's watching me watching the trains go by And they move so fast. -- Boy, they really fly He's still watching me watching you watching the trains go by. And the way he stares -- feel like locking my door and pulling my phone from the wall His eyes, like lights from a laser burn making my hair stand -- making the goose-bumps crawl. He's watching me watching you watching him watching me I'm watching you watching him watching me watching Stares. 43 ** Jethro Tull ***. At the cocktail party with Bucks Fizz in my hand I feel him watching me watching the girls go by And they move so smooth without even trying He's still watching we watching the trains go by And the crowd thins and he moves up close but he doesn't speak I have to look the other way But curiosity gets the better part of me and I peek Got two drinks in his hand -- see his lips move what the Hell's he trying to say He's watching me watching you watching him watching me I'm watching you watching him watching me watching Stares. 16.9. Seal Driver Take you away for my magic ship I have two hundred deisel horses thundering loud Sea birds call your name and the mountains on fire As the summer lightning cuts the sky like a hot wire And you ride on the swell and your heart is alive think I'll make you my seal driver. I'm no great looker, I'm no fast shakes I'll give you a steady push on a six knot simmering high tide I can hold us down -- keep our head to the wind Or let us roll on the broadside, cold spray flying in And we'll ride on the swell and our hearts are alive let me make you my seal driver. I could captain you if you'd crew for me follow white flecked spindrift -- float on a moon-kissed sea Could you fancy me as a pirate bold Or a longship Viking warrior with the old gods on his side Well, I'm an inshore man and I'm nobody's hero But I'll make you tight for a windy night and a dark ride Let me take you in hand and bring you alive Going to make you my seal driver 16.10. Cheeriî Along the coast road, by the headland the early lights of winter glow I'll pour a cup to you my darling Raise it up -- say Cheerio. 44 ** Jethro Tull ***.   17. "UNDER WRAPS" (p) 1984 1. Lap of Luxury 2. Under Wraps #1 3. European Legasy 4. Later, That Same Evening 5. Saboteur 6. Radio Free Moscow 7. Nobody's Car 8. Heat 9. Under Wraps #2 10. Paparazzi 11. Apogee (Chrysalis) 45 ** Jethro Tull ***.   18. "CREST OF KNAVE" (p) 1987