No Rehearsal Jethro Tull

No Rehearsal Did you learn your lines today? Well, there is no rehearsal. The tickets have all been sold for tomorrow's matinee. There's a telegram from the writer, but there is no rehearsal.

No Lullaby Jethro Tull

No Lullaby Keep your eyes open and prick up your ears rehearse your loudest cry. There's folk out there who would do you harm so I'll sing you no lullaby.

NO STEP Jethro Tull

I looked out of my window, saw a stencil black, NO STEP. NO STEP. There were nervous mothers with children crying in the back. NO STEP. NO STEP.

Saboteur Jethro Tull

I wanna be no Saboteur. Oh, no, me no Saboteur. Painted ducks across your landscape happy in your domesticity (it don't come free). Misfortune, like a Sparrow Hawk, hangs over you.

Rare And Precious Chain Jethro Tull

No gold of fools. No hostage taking. No engagement rules. To leave you forsaken.

Doctor To My Disease Jethro Tull

But there's one thing I should tell you, to which you must agree: There's no use you playing doctor to my disease. Said it's no use you playing doctor to my disease.

Baker St. Muse - Crash-Barrier Waltzer Jethro Tull

And here slip I dragging one foot in the gutter in the midnight echo of the shop that sells cheap radios And there sits she no bed, no bread, no butter on a double yellow line where she can park anytime

The Little Flower Girl Jethro Tull

No little flower girl singing in my troubled dream -- just an old man's model in a pose from a magazine. I have touched that face a dozen times before. And I have let my pencil run.

Warchild Jethro Tull

"Er, no, no, no, I'll better go actually, I'll be late for the office", I'll take you down to that bright city mile there to powder your sweet face and paint on a smile, that will show all of the pleasures

Jack Frost And The Hooded Crow Jethro Tull

Why not spare a thought this day for those who have no flame to warm their bones at Christmas time? Say Jack Frost and the Hooded Crow.

Alive And Well And Living In Jethro Tull

And if she feels like dancing, no one will know it. Giving herself a chance there's no need to show her how it should be.

Wounded, Old And Treacherous Jethro Tull

Last rites given, no holds barred. Heaven Express on my credit card. Now let me draw the jungle line I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine. Won't make trouble, I don't need no fuss.

Wounded Old And Treacherous Jethro Tull

Last rites given, no holds barred. Heaven Express on my credit card. Now let me draw the jungle line, I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine. Won't make trouble, I don't need no fuss.

Baker St. Muse - Mother England Reverie Jethro Tull

I have no time for Time Magazine or Rolling Stone I have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones I have no house in the country I have no motor car And if you think I'm joking, then I'm just a one line

Wicked Windows Jethro Tull

No stolen kiss - could match their march on hot coals for me. I have walked a line both faint and narrow, hard to follow. Caught up in circumstance. Harsh truth for history to mellow.

A Time For Everything Jethro Tull

There's no time for everything. No time for everything.

SeaLion Jethro Tull

Just a trace of pride upon our fixed grins for there is no business like the show we're in. There is no reason, no rhyme, no right to leave the circus `til we've said good-night.

When Jesus Came To Play Jethro Tull

Got no time to mess around.'' Oh yeah. When Jesus came to play. When Jesus came to play. When Jesus came to play. When Jesus came to play. When Jesus came to play.

Locomotive breath Jethro Tull

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.

Locomotive breath Jethro Tull

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.

Locomotive Breath (Palais Des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975) Jethro Tull

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 Thank God, he stole the handle and The train won't stop going No

CREW NIGHTS Jethro Tull

Off duty cops line corridors wearing Tull [two?] T-shirts proudly on the band's [...] wall Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives, Best boots and road suits and nine lives.

Montserrat Jethro Tull

The village gets no sleep. It's hardly surprising, given the hot company they keep. Somebody's home in the ash-fall margins; Somebody's life in the lost and found.

Cross Eyed Mary Jethro Tull

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

CURSE Jethro Tull

Nobody told her about the secrets That ladies have to hide Mom had no words to describe the things That happened inside. Need someone to help me, I feel that there's a curse on me, oh.

Sweet Dream Jethro Tull

No time to understand 'cause they've lost what they thought they were keeping. No one can hear us in your sweet dream, Don't hear you leave to start the car.

Baker Street Muse Jethro Tull

And there sits she no bed, no bread, no butter on a double yellow line where she can park anytime. Old Lady Grey; crash-barrier waltzer some only son's mother. Baker Street casualty. Oh, Mr.

Baker St. Muse:Pig-Me And The... Jethro Tull

And there sits she --- no bed, no bread, no butter --- on a double yellow line --- where she can park anytime. Old Lady Grey; crash-barrier waltzer --- some only son's mother.

Beside Myself Jethro Tull

Beside Myself Small child messing down, messing down in the streets of Bombay; Cities like this have no shame, no shame: indeed, why should they?

Jack-In-The-Green Jethro Tull

It's no fun being Jack-In-The-Green no place to dance, no time for song. He wears the colours of the summer soldier carries the green flag all the winter long.

Jack in the Green Jethro Tull

every tree in the folds of his velvet gown He drinks from the empty acorn cup the dew that dawn sweetly bestows And taps his cane upon the ground signals the snowdrops it's time to grow It's no

Nothing To Say Jethro Tull

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.

Roots To Branches Jethro Tull

Bad mouth on a prayer day, hope no one's listening. Roots down in the wet clay, branches glistening. True disciples carrying that message to colour just a little with their personal touch.

Roll Yer Own Jethro Tull

Don't mean you got no money. Only that you got no opportunity to shake it with that friend of mine.

March The Mad Scientist Jethro Tull

He rings it here and he rings it, but no one stops to see the change of fate and the fate of change that slips into his pocket so he locks it all away from view and shares not what he thought you

March, the Mad Scientist (2002 Remaster) Jethro Tull

He rings it here and he rings it, But no one stops to see The change of fate and the fate of change That slips into his pocket, So he locks it All away from view And shares not what he thought he knew.

The Water Carrier Jethro Tull

Between us, no words spoken: no words to the wise. Here's to another time and a drink somewhere. Plush on a Naïn carpet; on a café chair Every good traveller's for the taking.

Hunt By Numbers Jethro Tull

Dangerous species - Tiptoe menace long grass stalkers on my bed: no butter melting in your jaws. Bonding monster - Lethal weapon wearing claws. Let's go out to hunt by numbers.

I DON'T WANT TO BE ME Jethro Tull

Got no reason to go anywhere--no friends call anymore. I don't want to be me, I don't want to be me, I know it's hard to see, But I don't want to be me. Had me playing down at the palace.

AWOL Jethro Tull

Of a sudden, seems I can barely face my self: no face to lose. Call the bosses. Call supervisors. Won't be in today to work for you. E-mail that girl who's working nights.

The Secret Language Of Birds, PT. 2 Jethro Tull

The Secret Language Of Birds, PT. 2 No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words, so freeze those goalposts, don't take the admiral on board. This Hardy's not for kissing....

The Secret Language Of Birds Jethro Tull

Too late for trains and no taxis. I know the feeling. Seems all too contrived, There was no master-plan, but the fact is: you must stay with me and learn the secret language of birds.

Beggars Farm Jethro Tull

Jethro Tull - Beggar's Farm You're taking chances, and your reputation's going down. Going out in the night-time. You think you make no sound. But you don't fool me, 'cause I know what you feel.

Beggar's Farm (2008 Digital Remaster - Mono) Jethro Tull

You think you make no sound. But you don't fool me. Cause I know what you feel. If you ignore the things I say Someday soon's gonna find you Way down on Beggar's Farm.

Too Old To Rock 'n Roll, Too Young To Die Jethro Tull

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. He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.

Too Old To Rock 'N' Roll Too Young To Die Jethro Tull

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. He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.

One White Duck/010 = Nothing At All Jethro Tull

after all Something must be wrong with me and my brain if I'm so patently unrewarding But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that way and my zero to your power of ten equals nothing at all There's no

Cross-Eyed Mary Jethro Tull

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

Beggar's Farm Jethro Tull

You're taking chances And your reputation's going down Going out in the night time You think you make no sound But you don't fool me `Cos I know what you feel If you ignore the things I say someday

SILVER RIVER TURNING Jethro Tull

Well, this place no city: we're just small players here. Like a million other heroes drinking poor man's beer. We know what's right. We're just living it wrong.