by Ian Anderson on album Thick as a Brick 2

[Gerald the Banker] Fresh start, another day, another life, a quiet cafe. Starbuck euphoria. Count my blessings, crossword ready. Soon, pipe and slippers in the study by the telly. I seek forgiveness,

by Ian Anderson on album Thick As a Brick 2

[Gerald the Banker] Fresh start, another day, another life, a quiet cafe. Starbuck euphoria. Count my blessings, crossword ready. Soon, pipe and slippers in the study by the telly. I seek forgiveness,

by Ian Anderson on album Thick as a Brick 2

[Gerald the Banker] Fresh start, another day, another life, a quiet cafe. Starbuck euphoria. Count my blessings, crossword ready. Soon, pipe and slippers in the study by the telly. I seek forgiveness,

by Ian Anderson on album The Old Grey Whistle Test: Live

As I did walk by Hampstead Fair I came upon Mother Goose So I turned her loose She was screaming And a foreign student said to me Was it really true There were elephants and lions too In Picadilly Ci

by Ian Anderson's Jethro Tull on album Classic Rock Monsters

Sitting on a park bench Eyeing little girls with bad intent Snot's running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Hey, Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run

by Ian Anderson's Jethro Tull on album Massive Classic Rock

Sitting on a park bench Eyeing little girls with bad intent Snot's running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Hey, Aqualung Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language Of Birds

No buzz words, fuzzy fudge words So freeze those goalposts, don't take the Admiral on board This Hardy's not for kissing... Expression, no explosion Or whispered promises in cliché or in rhyme Instea

by Ian Anderson on album Mystic Spirits: Special Classic Edition 4

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 fret, don't you fear, I will give you good cheer. Life'

by Ian Anderson on album I'm Just a Simple Flute Player Live

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 fret, don't you fear, I will give you good cheer. Life'

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language Of Birds

My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on fire: Pale hand gripping my pen. Rounding up to the zero, adding infinite fractions, Letting nine become ten. Two pink doves strut the shingles Picking cr

by Ian Anderson on album Thick as a Brick 2

Education, micro-managed. MBA: a doddle mastered. City-bound, Canary Wharf. A cushy number, fluky bastard. Banker bets and banker wins, never missed yet, for all his sins. Hedge funds, wraps and equi

by Ian Anderson on album Thick as a Brick 2

Education, micro-managed. MBA: a doddle mastered. City-bound, Canary Wharf. A cushy number, fluky bastard. Banker bets and banker wins, never missed yet, for all his sins. Hedge funds, wraps and equi

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 in. stay

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language Of Birds

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 brow

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language Of Birds

I see you better now, shaded in deeper blue. Hardly needing to carry the find-your-way lamp Down to the river. Tonight flies a better moon. Sad water buffalo lie fast near the shallows; A splash reve

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language Of Birds

In all my lives, I never knew anyone like you before. Woke up one day, swore I heard the sound of heaven knocking on my door. And after all these years long passing, Time to reflect, no time for wasti

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language Of Birds

Dear uncle sold her 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, hollow-faced, a

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language Of Birds

Crystal fountain springing from the hill. It irrigates your soul. you may drink your fill. Water of life, carried high. One hand upon the gallon jar. feel her fix my eye. Every good traveller's for t

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language Of Birds

Hard black crows bobbing where once ran deep furrows. Frazzled oak silhouetted in her ivy dress. Winter sun catches dog fox through thin hedges: Throws his long shadow north to the emptiness. Farmhou

by Ian Anderson on album The Secret Language Of Birds

My eyes are white circles above cheekbones on fire: Pale hand gripping my pen. Rounding up to the zero, adding infinite fractions, Letting nine become ten. Two pink doves strut the shingles Picking cr