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inannajones and puritybrown...
(Answer only with lyrics from the songs of one band - in this case, Jethro Tull)
( 1. Are you a male or female? )
Join the chorus if you can:
it'll make of you an honest man.
( 2. Describe yourself: )
There's a light in the house in the wood in the valley.
There's a thought in the head of the man.
Who carries his dreams like the coat slung on his shoulder,
Bringing you love in the cap in his hand.
( 3. How do they feel about you? )
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.
( 4. How do you feel about yourself? )
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.
( 5. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend? )
She wore a black tiara
rare gems upon her fingers
and she came from distant waters
where northern lights explode
----
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.
( 6. What would you rather be doing? )
Come with me to the Winged Isle
northern father's western child.
Where the dance of ages is playing still
through far marches of acres wild.
( 7. Describe where you live? )
Muscled, black with steel-green eye
swishing through the rye grass
with thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie.
Tail balancing at half-mast.
... And the mouse police never sleeps
lying in the cherry tree.
Savage bed foot-warmer
of purest feline ancestry.
( 8. Describe how you love )
I believe in fires at midnight when the dogs have all been fed.
A golden toddy on the mantle a broken gun beneath the bed.
Silken mist outside the window. Frogs and newts slip in the dark
too much hurry ruins the body. I'll sit easy … fan the spark
kindled by the dying embers of another working day.
Go upstairs ... take off your makeup fold your clothes neatly away.
Me, I'll sit and write this love song as I all too seldom do
build a little fire this midnight. It's good to be back home with you.
( 9. Share a few words of wisdom? )
For the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
And those who ancient lines did lay will heed the song that calls them back
[I'm finding I don't know enough Tull lyrics. I'll try again when I know more.]
inannajones and puritybrown...(Answer only with lyrics from the songs of one band - in this case, Jethro Tull)
( 1. Are you a male or female? )
Join the chorus if you can:
it'll make of you an honest man.
( 2. Describe yourself: )
There's a light in the house in the wood in the valley.
There's a thought in the head of the man.
Who carries his dreams like the coat slung on his shoulder,
Bringing you love in the cap in his hand.
( 3. How do they feel about you? )
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.
( 4. How do you feel about yourself? )
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.
( 5. Describe your girlfriend/boyfriend? )
She wore a black tiara
rare gems upon her fingers
and she came from distant waters
where northern lights explode
----
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.
( 6. What would you rather be doing? )
Come with me to the Winged Isle
northern father's western child.
Where the dance of ages is playing still
through far marches of acres wild.
( 7. Describe where you live? )
Muscled, black with steel-green eye
swishing through the rye grass
with thoughts of mouse-and-apple pie.
Tail balancing at half-mast.
... And the mouse police never sleeps
lying in the cherry tree.
Savage bed foot-warmer
of purest feline ancestry.
( 8. Describe how you love )
I believe in fires at midnight when the dogs have all been fed.
A golden toddy on the mantle a broken gun beneath the bed.
Silken mist outside the window. Frogs and newts slip in the dark
too much hurry ruins the body. I'll sit easy … fan the spark
kindled by the dying embers of another working day.
Go upstairs ... take off your makeup fold your clothes neatly away.
Me, I'll sit and write this love song as I all too seldom do
build a little fire this midnight. It's good to be back home with you.
( 9. Share a few words of wisdom? )
For the May Day is the great day, sung along the old straight track.
And those who ancient lines did lay will heed the song that calls them back
[I'm finding I don't know enough Tull lyrics. I'll try again when I know more.]
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