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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2012 6:38:43 GMT -5
Jethro Tull Quizz Kid
Cut along the dotted line --- slip in and seal the flap. Postal competition crazy, though you wear the dunce's cap. Win a fortnight in Ibiza --- line up for the big hand out. You'll never know unless you try --- what winning's all about --- be a quizz kid. Be a whizz kid. Six days later there's a rush telegram Drop everything and telephone this number if you can. It's a free trip down to London for a weekend of high life. They'll wine you; dine you; undermine you --- better not bring the wife --- be a quizz kid. Be a whizz kid.
for Pat
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Post by Groovy Discs on May 31, 2012 8:41:28 GMT -5
Featuring some of that 80's sound...and flute.
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Post by Icy Lucifer on May 31, 2012 8:59:10 GMT -5
A meeting of the GLASGOW Temperance Society...
And a new ( very, very aspirational) Tull Tribute Band !
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Post by My God on May 31, 2012 10:07:30 GMT -5
Jethro Tull Quizz Kid Cut along the dotted line --- slip in and seal the flap. Postal competition crazy, though you wear the dunce's cap. Win a fortnight in Ibiza --- line up for the big hand out. You'll never know unless you try --- what winning's all about --- be a quizz kid. Be a whizz kid. Six days later there's a rush telegram Drop everything and telephone this number if you can. It's a free trip down to London for a weekend of high life. They'll wine you; dine you; undermine you --- better not bring the wife --- be a quizz kid. Be a whizz kid. for Pat Great post, Charlie.
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Post by Fullfrontalbuddha on May 31, 2012 10:58:59 GMT -5
This is the first thing the thread subject made me think of:
Lots of places in that one.
And for the Tull portion of my post, I'm going to consider "Home" as a place, either actual or in the "where the heart is" sense, partly because I love this song.
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Post by janu on May 31, 2012 11:57:22 GMT -5
Armenia City In The Sky - The Who Charlie, this time you got a really excellent idea for this month. I think actually it'll be a very enjoyable one. What would we do without you? ;D
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Post by Preston Platform on May 31, 2012 12:19:51 GMT -5
Dreary North West nights Left us tired Stripped our life's Past desires
Could a different hand have been dealt If we'd sooner expressed how we felt ?
If we'd stayed keen; rejected routine pictured the places we hadn't yet seen
If you'd stayed keen I would have stayed keen on you too
But how could we stay keen - reject the routine? when my mind was in tatters, your place was pristine
If you'd stayed keen I would have stayed keen on you too
How can one year feel Like eternity ? Soon it will be confined To our history
Could we lessen the rate of decline ? If I said that I'm yours Won't you please be mine
If we'd stayed keen -rejected routine pictured the places we hadn't yet seen If you'd stayed keen I would have stayed keen on you too
But how could we stay keen, reject the routine? when my mind was in tatters, your place was pristine
If you'd stayed keen I would have stayed keen on you too
But now Now we're through
But if we had stayed keen What might have been ?
But if we had stayed keen What might have been ?
But if we had stayed keen
What might have been ?
Copyright Robert Lloyd 2012 All rights reserved
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Post by Preston Platform on May 31, 2012 12:21:57 GMT -5
In Dreams : Robert Lloyd : Live performance
Take a basket of goodbye kisses Drop them off at the Eiffel Tower Then youll know the full extent of your power I will take a handful of farewell teardrops Scatter them across Hampstead Heath Maybe then, we will find something underneath
And I will show you What a pleasure it has been I have no regrets And you are still Dancing in my dreams Let the wind wrap around your body Through the cloth of your vintage scarf
Maybe then you'll see how unique you are Let the sun travel through your fingers Or sit and read in your favourite chair If you want a part of me can be there
Be there to tell you What a pleasure it has been
I have no regrets And you are still Dancing in my dreams
I would like to tell you What a pleasure it has been I have no regrets And you are still
I have no regrets And you are still I am proud to say That you are still Dancing in my dreams
Robert Lloyd All rights reserved Copyright 2012
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Post by janu on May 31, 2012 12:28:57 GMT -5
No comments, I'm crying. Charlie what a topic!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Preston Platform on May 31, 2012 12:45:58 GMT -5
Caravan A Place of My Own
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Post by Preston Platform on May 31, 2012 12:47:58 GMT -5
The Tangent Lost In London
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2012 12:48:17 GMT -5
I know Home was done BUT its the only way to get to ORION! Aaaand one of my favorite places, down by Dun Ringill In 1990 when I was "by Dun Ringill" And the prize I took away with me..... Darin Cody
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Post by TM on May 31, 2012 12:56:05 GMT -5
Home...is the woman 'cross the table Home...is dreaming in my sheets Home...home... This house is just an address, you're my home ------------------------------------------- Yes, great one Charlie.
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Post by Fullfrontalbuddha on May 31, 2012 13:47:28 GMT -5
Ellis Paul also, from the recent concert I saw in the City - 3000 Miles
My name is Robert Wilson, I'm from Eau Claire, Wisconsin. I've been living out of a suitcase now for fourteen days... I walked the boulevard in Hollywood, I caught a Vegas show that was no good -- Met a dancer there that starred in a Broadway play. But it's a lonely world from this Greyhound, Believe me, I've been here fourteen days.
Three thousand miles, I've been here fourteen days, Three thousand miles...
Now twenty-one is as good a guess as any age that I'd confess to, Let's just say I'm old enough to get away. Back in school, I found the only written truth On bathroom stalls and telephone booths. I studied awhile, but college got in my way. I've learned much more from the back of this Greyhound, Believe me, I've been here fourteen days.
Three thousand miles, I've come a long, long way, Three thousand miles...
Have you seen? The world outside is turning -- And it's yours -- we were put here for the learning. People talk to themselves on Greyhounds, Even the driver strains to hear They tell the same forgotten story -- Will it fall on forgetful ears?
Down in Houston on comes this woman With two kids and a bottle of booze, And she cracked them both like match heads Whenever they ventured too close to her fuse. And I sat with a girl from Boston, Playing cards for cigarettes. I lost her name with the poker game, But her face I will never forget --
You never forget the view from these windows, Believe me, I've been here fourteen days...
Three thousand miles, I've come a long, long way, Three thousand miles...
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Post by TM on May 31, 2012 14:08:33 GMT -5
Ellis Paul also, from the recent concert I saw in the City - 3000 Miles My name is Robert Wilson, I'm from Eau Claire, Wisconsin. I've been living out of a suitcase now for fourteen days... I walked the boulevard in Hollywood, I caught a Vegas show that was no good -- Met a dancer there that starred in a Broadway play. But it's a lonely world from this Greyhound, Believe me, I've been here fourteen days. Three thousand miles, I've been here fourteen days, Three thousand miles... Now twenty-one is as good a guess as any age that I'd confess to, Let's just say I'm old enough to get away. Back in school, I found the only written truth On bathroom stalls and telephone booths. I studied awhile, but college got in my way. I've learned much more from the back of this Greyhound, Believe me, I've been here fourteen days. Three thousand miles, I've come a long, long way, Three thousand miles... Have you seen? The world outside is turning -- And it's yours -- we were put here for the learning. People talk to themselves on Greyhounds, Even the driver strains to hear They tell the same forgotten story -- Will it fall on forgetful ears? Down in Houston on comes this woman With two kids and a bottle of booze, And she cracked them both like match heads Whenever they ventured too close to her fuse. And I sat with a girl from Boston, Playing cards for cigarettes. I lost her name with the poker game, But her face I will never forget -- You never forget the view from these windows, Believe me, I've been here fourteen days... Three thousand miles, I've come a long, long way, Three thousand miles... Cool Kevin! I love the guy. Great songwriter and a tremendous voice.
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Post by janu on May 31, 2012 15:23:00 GMT -5
Jeffrey Goes To Leicester Square 22 songs already posted and being still in May 3000 Miles - Ellis Paul - Minstrel In The Peanut Gallery A Passage To Bangkok - Rush - Minstrel In The Peanut Gallery A Place In The Queue - Lost In London - The Tangent - Preton Platform A Place Of My Own - Caravan - Preton Platform Armenia City In The Sky - The Who - Janu Back In N.Y.C. - Génesis - Janu Budapest - Jethro Tull - Janu Dancing With The Moonlit Knight - Genesis - Tull50 Dun Ringill - Jethro Tull - Darin Cody Home - Ellis Paul - TM Home - Jethro Tull - Minstrel In The Peanut Gallery In Dreams - Robert Lloyd - Preston Platform Jeffrey Goes To Leicester Square - Jethro Tull - Janu Lost In London - The Tangent - Preston Platform Mee'n Ma Palz - I Belong To Glasgow - Icy Lucifer New York Telephone Conversation - Lou Reed - Tull50 North Sea Oil - Jethro Tull - Tull50 One Night In Bangkok - Murray Head - Groovy Discs Orion - Jethro Tull - Darin Cody Quizz Kid And Crazed Institution - Jethro Tull - Derek Pith Romeo & Juliette - Lou Reed - Janu Scotia Bar, I Belong Tai Glasgow - Icy Lucifer Stay Keen - Robert Lloyd - Preston Platform
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Post by Tull50 on May 31, 2012 15:38:12 GMT -5
Black and viscous bound to cure blue lethargy. Sugar-plum petroleum for energy. Tightrope-balanced payments need a small reprieve Oh, please believe we want to be in North Sea
in North Sea Oil. New-found wealth sits on the shelf of yesterday. Hot-air balloon inflation soon will make you pay. Riggers rig and diggers dig their shallow grave. But we'll be saved and what we crave is North Sea
is North Sea Oil.
Prices boom in Aberdeen and London Town. Ten more years to lay the fears, erase the frown. Before we are all nuclear the better way! Oh, let us pray: we want to stay in North Sea
in North Sea
in North Sea Oil.
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Post by Tull50 on May 31, 2012 15:42:19 GMT -5
Lou Reed - New York Telephone Conversation I was sleeping, gently napping when I heard the phone Who is on the other end talking, am I even home ? Did you see what she did to him, did you hear what they said ? Just a New York conversation rattling in my head Ooh my, and what shall we wear, ooh my, and who really cares ? Just a New York conversation, gossip all of the time 'Did you hear who did what to whom ?', happens all the time Who has touched and who has dabbled hear in the city of shows Openings, closings, badrap party - everybody knows Ooh, how sad and why do we call, ooh I'm glad to hear from you all I am calling, yes I am calling just to speak to you For I know this night will kill me, if I can't be with you If I can't be with you
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Post by janu on May 31, 2012 15:50:43 GMT -5
Back In N.Y.C. - Génesis Tull50, welcome to the board and thanks for taking part on this game. What some terrific finds you got, specially Tull's North Sea Oil, a truly treasure for this new ride of June. Feel free here on Tull subject.
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Post by Tull50 on May 31, 2012 16:15:04 GMT -5
Dancing with the Moonlit Knight Can you tell me where my country lies?, Said the unifaun to his true love's eyes It lies with me, cried the Queen of Maybe For her merchandise, he traded in his prize Paper late!, cried a voice in the crowd Old man dies! The note he left was signed old father Thames, It seems he's drowned Selling England by the pound Citizens of Hope and Glory Time goes by It's 'the time of your life' Easy now, sit you down Chewing through your Wimpey dreams They eat, without a sound Digesting England by the pound Young man says you are what you eat - eat well Old man says you are what you wear - wear well You know what you are, you don't give a damn Bursting your belt that is your homemade sham The captain leads his dance right on through the night Join the dance... Follow on! Till the Grail sun sets in the mould Follow on! Till the gold is cold Dancing out with the moonlit knight Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout There's a fat old lady outside the saloon Laying out the credit cards she plays fortune The deck is uneven right from the start All of their hands are playing apart The captain leads his dance right on through the night Join the dance... Follow on! A round Table-talking down we go You're the show! Off we go with - You play the hobbyhorse I'll play the fool We'll tease the bull Ringing round and loud, loud and round Follow on! With a twist of the world we go Follow on! Till the gold is cold Dancing out with the moonlit knight Knights of the Green Shield stamp and shout. Janu thank you very much, this is my 3st post but not the last...see you in Gavà (Barcelona) Tullianos Convention
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Post by Deleted on May 31, 2012 18:00:31 GMT -5
Hi Tull50 It looks like you are enjoying this thread....thanks for excellent contributions!!!
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Post by janu on Jun 1, 2012 0:43:26 GMT -5
Romeo & Juliette - Lou Reed
Caught between the twisted stars the plotted lines the faulty map that brought Columbus to New York
I'll take Manhattan in a garbage bag with Latin written on it that says "It's hard to give a shit these days" Manhattan's sinking like a rock, into the filthy Hudson what a shock they wrote a book about it, they said it was like ancient Rome The perfume burned his eyes holding tightly to her thighs and something flickered for a minute and then it vanished and was gone
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2012 4:35:43 GMT -5
Salamander in your Kensington haze. Salamander, burn for me and I'll burn for you.
European Legacy She smiles at me from beyond the eastern sea-shore. Flashing jewelled eyes, she hoists her skirts so high. Nouvelle cuisine or an oyster bar --- it's really up to her. I'll write every cheque she brings to me. I shoot on sight --- it's my European legacy.
Big Dipper The mist rolls off the beaches: the train rolls into the station. Weekend happiness seekers --- pent-up saturation. Well, we don't mean anyone any harm, we weren't on the Glasgow train. See you at the Pleasure Beach: roller-coasting heroes. Big Dipper riding ---
Cold Wind To Valhalla And ride with us young bonny lass --- with the angels of the night. Crack wind clatter --- flesh rein bite on an out-size unicorn. Rough-shod winging sky blue flight on a cold wind to Valhalla.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2012 7:06:59 GMT -5
A Bomb in Wardour Street
The Jam
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Post by Deleted on Jun 1, 2012 7:36:11 GMT -5
Streets of London
Ralph McTell
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