by Ian Anderson on album Thick As a Brick 2

Same old words, another day while all the time life slips away. But slips so slowly, stretches moments into slow-burn Passion Play while barren Madge prepares hot dinner. Fray Bentos pie: always a

by Ian Anderson on album Thick As a Brick 2

Gerald the Banker I made my millions, stashed the pile in Swiss bank havens, lost the lot when Inland Revenue got wise. So, I did my time, my time for what? Gerald the Homeless On the streets, a

by Ian Anderson on album Thick As a Brick 2

We all must wonder, now and then, if things had turned out - well - just plain different. Chance path taken, page unturned or brief encounter, blossomed, splintered. Might you have been the man of c

by Ian Anderson on album Thick As a Brick 2

Touch down after muddy rugby in the softer evensong. Steal through open doors to heaven in angelic sing-along. Tinsel echoes in the rafters still the air in stained glass light. Our voices chaste,

by Ian Anderson on album Thick As a Brick 2

Gerald Bostock, fresh from school with few O-levels, sets his sights. No grand, fanciful fantasies but level headed middle ground. The retail trade, the corner shop, at humble service of plain town-

by Blackmore's Night on album Miscellaneous

Underneath the harvest moon Where the ancient shadows will play and hide With a ghostly tune and the devil's pride Stranger whispered all the town Has he come to save us from Satan's hand? Leading th

by Ian Anderson on album Thick As a Brick 2

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by Ian Anderson on album Miscellaneous

I sit in judgment down the market square I have my favorite table and I have my chair Natives are friendly and the sun flies high All kinds of crazy waiters, they go drifting by Hours last forever in

by Ian Anderson on album Walk Into Light

I'm slipping into grey. And I was (in my way) good to you. And you were good for me. Bye bye my love. Going to play the end game. It's growing kind of still. You know there always will be a

by Ian Anderson on album Miscellaneous

Cool in the corner, tom cat sitting On the edge of the yard' sand flies flitting Orange order on a field of green Smothers me to smithereens Rum and cola, ice cubes crashing Jumping beans and brown e

by Ian Anderson on album Miscellaneous

My old black cat passed away this morning He never knew what a hard day was Woke up late and danced on tin roofs If questioned "Why?" answered, "Just Because" He never spoke much, preferring silence

by Ian Anderson on album Walk Into Light

Do we inhabit some micro-space And interface through wires. Dance on a printed circuit board Throw the software to the fires. My memory's slim --- so volatile But I'm learning. Plug yourself

by Ian Anderson on album Miscellaneous

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by Ian Anderson on album Rupi's Dance

She dances through the flower-filled room Sea-green eyes a-sparking. Or are they blue? The message clear: Seduce the master, winking. Dainty feet circles inscribe Upon the frozen parquet.

by Ian Anderson on album Miscellaneous

Dear uncle, sold her into Into the purest kind of slavery Hood-eyed little middlemen profited From damaged goods along the way Good angels brought her back To a last Nepal summer Debased and hollow-f

by Ian Anderson on album Miscellaneous

This sparkling wine is all but empty 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 l

by Ian Anderson on album Rupi's Dance

Got a birthday card at Christmas It made me think of Jesus Christ. It said, "I love you" in small letters. I simply had to read it twice. Wood smoke curled from blackened chimneys. The smell o

by All About Eve on album Non-Album Releases

Lend me your ear while i call you a fool. You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood, And later insisted your feelings were true. The witch's promise was coming, Believing he listened while

by Ian Anderson on album Rupi's Dance

I'm thinking free - like the bird flying over, over the animals in the zoo. How do you do? What's it like to be in there? Think about it. You're locked behind wires. Safe and warm - under

by Ian Anderson on album Rupi's Dance

I sit in judgement on the market square. I have my favourite table and I have my chair. Natives are friendly and the sun flies high. All kinds of crazy waiters – they go drifting by. Come, sit