Lirieke:
Jethro Tull Living With The Past

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

. And I'm thinking that it's just another day: just another day. Feel that hot rush start its tickle. Sweat is rising, taste buds prickle with ears

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cry. You're going back to be all the things you want to be, while in sweet dreams you softly sigh. You hear my voice is calling to be mine again, live

: Nothing is easy. Though time gets you worrying my friend, it's o.k. Just take your life easy and stop all that hurrying, be happy my way. When

: On Preston platform do your soft shoe shuffle dance. Brush away the cigarette ash that's falling down your pants. And you sadly wonder does the

potion Lightly by your velvet elbow While you compose a message on the wall. So punch my name. And in case you wonder - I'll be yours - yours, dot com. With

: When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day, and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say, well, don't you

: Once in Royal David's City stood a lonely cattle shed, where a mother held her baby. You'd do well to remember the things He later said. When you