Ian Anderson - Trains
Tekst :
Here I am at the end of the daywith a cup of cold coffeefrom the station buffet.On Trains, on Trains I seemto spend my life on Trains.See the blue suit banker in the ticket line.Got an Evening Standard with Playboyhidden behind.On Trains, on Trains he seemsto spend his life on Trains.Time after timeWas I just dreaming?Did I help you aboard.Full passenger service--Let me help with the doorSit down take the weight off your feet.There s a train-load of people I d likeyou to meetOn Trains, on Trains we loveto spend our lives on Trains.Join the secret world of Trains.Feel the pleasure. Touch the pain.Drift into yesterday.Once and againI was just thinking.We could meet sometimeon the 17.30 whereI usually findmy friends at the end of the day.May we pay your fare, lady?We should like you to stayin our train. On Trains--you ll have to spend your lifeon Trains.I hear there s an office party on the 18.05You ll be home for Christmas if theytake you alive from the TrainThose Trains, we have to spend our liveson Trains.Once and againI was just thinkingwe could meet any timeon number two platformwhere I usually findmy friends at the end of the dayon Trains, Trains, Trains.
Ian Anderson - Walk into light
Tekst :
Close in, move out to where you want to go.
There s a crowd out there handclapping slow.
We re all powered up, switched on, the rig is tight.
Step into joy. Walk into light.
Never mind what some people say.
They re going to love you anyway.
Shake off that nervous twitch and feel your strength.
Stand astride the width and walk the length.
Those super-troopers fired and burning bright.
Step into joy. Walk into light.
Stand tall and be yourself.
You can do it for your health.
Maybe a circus ring, a disco floor.
Do like we do. And do some more.
A crowded ofice or a party night.
Step into joy. Walk into light.
Ian Anderson - Made in England
Tekst :
Somewhere in a town in England
lay a babe with a curious smile.
He was of your father s children.
Born each side of a dry-stone mile.
He grew up through the schools and factories,
Brunel s tunnels and bridges bold.
Grey towers built high on that Kingdom
with apartments still unsold.
Somewhere in a town in England.
Could be Newcastle, Leeds or Birmingham.
And were you made in
England s green and pleasant land.
He accepts no unemployment
and is to indeterminate station bred.
Is possessed of skills and reason
Flies the flag upon his head.
Watches the democratic process
grind it s way through the Commons cold
Filled with fiery infiltrators
who would pave the streets with England s gold.
Inne utwory
Losowe utwory
Pytam wciąż, zachodzę w głowę:
To rozumu brak napędza zawsze rozum mój
A myśli te tak jałowe, że przeraża mnie ta pustka.
Boję się!
Rozprawy ciąg, sił próbuję,
By pomieścić w mojej głowie cały bezmiar ten.
Za bary wziąć i zrozumieć
Chociaż czuję, ze zakończy się to źle!
I but określi świadomość!
Za chwilę będziesz bogiem!
Nad krwią i...
What do you have to say to the individuals who have intentionally misinterpreted or miscommunicated your message and to those who have blatantly lied, cheated or stolen directly from you?
Fuck em
Can t stop me think I m messing around
You think I m messing around
Well are you messing around with...
Oh one more drink and then I ll go
But there s one more thing I ve got to know
Does he take you places that I don t?
What happened to the story that we wrote?
You just say you don t know, you...
Molti di noi,
molti dei tuoi amici puntano a qualcosa che in realtà tu non vuoi
li ascolti ovunque parlare col loro accento
sapendo che in fondo non sei con loro ormai da tempo
io non ti sento contento
non ti rilassi
il tuo mondo lo porti con te evorrei...
About time, I dont care how you ve been
I know you ve got and I want it
Long night, and I dont want it to end
I m glad to see you coming
I know what they think they do
Say no is what...