Torres del Paine , Patagonia, Chile

Jethro Tull, Songs From The Wood (1977) 01. Songs From the Wood

Jethro Tull , Living In These Hard Times

The bone's in the china. The fat's in the fire.
There's no turkey left on the table.
The commuter's return on the six o'clock flyer
brings no bale of hay for the stable.
Well, the light, it is failing along the green belt
as we follow the hard road signs.
Semi-detached in our suburban-ness 
we're living in these hard times.

Well the fly's in the milk and the cat's in the stew.
Another bun in the oven oh, what to do?
We'll laugh and we'll sing and try to bring
a pound from your pocket.
Good day to you.
Oh, these hard times.

The politicians sat on the wall
and traded with the union game.
Someone slapped a writ on our deficit 
not a penny left to our name.
Oh, the times are hard and the credits lean,
and they toss and they turn in sleep.
And the line they take is the line they make 
but it's not the line they keep.

Well the fly's in the milk and the cat's in the stew.
Another bun in the oven oh, what to do?
We'll laugh and we'll sing and try to bring
a pound from your pocket.
Good day to you.
Oh, these hard times.

The cow jumped over yesterday's moon
and the lock ran away with the key.
You know what you like, and you like what you know
but there is no jam for tea.
Well the light it is failing along the green belt
as we follow the hard road signs.
Semi-detached in our suburban-ness 
we're living in these hard times.

Well the fly's in the milk and the cat's in the stew.
Another bun in the oven oh, what to do?
We'll laugh and we'll sing and try to bring
a pound from your pocket.
Good day to you.
Oh, these hard times.
We're living in these hard times.

pentangle , will the circle be unbroken

Renaissance , Black Flame

uff, what a text:


I am words I am speaking
I never heard my conclusion
Lost the way in my confusion, in illusion
Lost inside the picture frame

I'm not to blame; I didn't see the black flame
I'm not ashamed; it's poetry, the black flame
I'm rearranged; it's changing me, the black flame
Burns my blackened brain

I am strong, I am leaving
I never knew I'd feel the need so
Where to go, I'll turn the flow, I could not know
Screams inside the burning pain

It's spinning head, it's underhand--the black flame
It lies instead, I turned and I ran--the black flame
On me it fed; I understand the black flame
Burns my blackened brain

Run from me; don't you see
That we are one and I'm a part of you?
Get a way, any way
I'm still a secret in the heart of you
And I'm the burning in your soul

Now I am weak, I am losing
I never thought I'd stop trying
I'm a lie, I'm just a sigh, just a crying
Just a symbol of the game

Suspended pain, I cannot face the black flame
Intended fear, I cannot trace the black flame
Extended reaching into space--the black flame
Burns my blackened brain