Something's on the Move (Stormwatch 1979, 2004 Remaster) ¹º°¡ ¿òÁ÷ÀδÙ!
Jethro Tull
She wore a black tiara
Rare gems upon her fingers
And she came from distant waters
Where northern lights explode
To celebrate the dawning
Of the new wastes of winter
Gathering royal momentum
On the icy road
With chill mists swirling
Like petticoats in motion
Sighted on horizons
For ten thousand years
The lady of the ice sounds
A deathly distant rumble
To Titanic-breaking children lost
In melting crystal tears
Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turntable spins
As the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
Something's on the move!
Capturing black pieces
In a glass-fronted museum
The white queen rolls
On the chessboard of the dawn
Squeezing through the valleys
Pausing briefly in the corries
The Ice-Mother mates
And a new age is born!
Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turntable spins
As the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
Something's on the move!
Driving all before her
Un-stoppable, un-straining
Her cold creaking mass
Follows reindeer down
Thin spreading fingers seek
To embrace the still-warm bundles
That huddle on the doorsteps
Of a white London Town
Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turntable spins
As the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
Something's on the move!
She wore a black tiara
Rare gems upon her fingers
And she came from distant waters
Where northern lights explode
To celebrate the dawning
Of the new wastes of winter
Gathering royal momentum
On the icy road
Oh, sunshine --- take me now away from here
I'm a needle on a spiral in a groove
And the turntable spins
As the last waltz begins
And the weather-man says
Something's on the move!
Jethro Tull - North Sea Oil (Rockpop, 01.03.1980) ºÏ±ØÇØ À¯Àü (Before we are all nuclear—the better way!)
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
("Viking, Forties, Fisher: north-west, backing west, four to five.
Dogger, German Bight: north-west, five or six, occasionally gale eight.")
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