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Open quotesClear light on a slick palm, as I misdeal the day
Slip the night from a shaved pack, make a marked card play
Call twilight hours down, from a heaven home
High above the highest bidder, for the good Lordís throne
In the wee hours Iíll meet you
Down by Dun Ringill

Weíll wait in stone circles, till the force comes through
Lines join in faint discord, as the stormwatch brews
A concert of kings, as the white sea snaps at the heels of a soft prayer
Whispered
In the wee hours Iíll meet you
Down by Dun Ringill
Close quotes-Ian Anderson, 1979
I'd love to know exactly what this song is about. I seem to remember Ian himself saying it was a poem about Viking invasion, and futile attempts to escape it. Who knows. In any case, it's a cracking song, Dun Ringill, see my Tull videos page. The video is not as good as the song though.
Open quotesThe disc brakes drag, the chequered flag
Sweeps across, the oil slick track
The young manís home dry as a bone, his helmet off, he waves
The crowd waves back
One lap victory roll, a gladiator soul
The taker of the day, in winning has to say
Isnít it grand to be playing to the stand, dead or alive?
The sunlight streaks through the curtain cracks
Touches the old man where he sleeps
The nurse brings up a cup of tea
Two biscuits and the morning paper mystery
The hard roadís end, the white Godís send
Is nearer every day, in dying the old man says
Isnít it grand to be playing to the stand, dead or alive?
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Open quotesThe still-born child, canít feel the rain
As the chequered flag falls once again
The deaf composer completes his final score
Heíll never hear the sweet encore
The chequered flag, the bullís red rag
The lemming-hearted hoardes, running ever faster
To the shore, singing
Isnít it grand to be playing to the stand, dead or alive?
Close quotes-Ian Anderson, 1976
From the song, The Chequered Flag, proof that sensitivity in song lyrics does not have to revolve around romantic encounter.
Open quotesOh the leaded window opened, to move the dancing candle flame
And the first moths of summer, suicidal came
And a new breeze chattered, in its May bud tenderness
Sending water lilies sailing, as she turned to get undressed
And the long night awakened, and we soared on powdered wings
Circling our tomorrows, in the wary month of spring
Chasing shadows slipping, in the magic lantern slide
Creatures of the candle, on a night light ride
Dipping and weaving, flutter through the golden needleís eye
In our haystack madness, butterfly stroking on a spring-tide high
On a spring-tide high
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Open quotesLifeís too long, as the lemming said
As the candle burned and the moths were wed
And weíll all burn together as the wick grows higher
Before the candleís dead
Oh the leaded window opened, to move the dancing candle flame
And the first moths of summer, suicidal came
To join in the worship, of the light that never dies
In the momentís reflection, of two moths spinning in her eyes
Close quotes-Ian Anderson, 1978
Like I said, if your wife can do this to your creative juices, you've met a match to make the needle seem as blunt as a courgette.