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Jethro Tull lyrics

Album: Under Wraps [1984]

 01  Lap Of Luxury
 02  Under Wraps
 03  European Legacy
 04  Later, That Some Evening
 05  Saboteur
 06  Radio Free Moscow
 07  Nobody's Car
 08  Heat
 09  Under Wraps 2
 10  Paparazzi
 11  Apogee
all Jethro Tull lyrics

Lap Of Luxury
The money won't last forever -
Rent man called twice today
I hope some day you'll find me
In the Lap Of Luxury

Searched for a new apartment
But they drow on trees
Just want to lay my head
In the Lap Of Luxury

Stepped out on a new horizon
Felt a new spring in my feet
Found a job, it could set me up
Dangling in the Lap of Luxury

And the gaffer is a man of substance
Drives a Jag and takes high tea
Lives beyond the industrial Wasteland
Laughing in the Lap of Luxury

I need money, now, to soothe my heart !

Buy me a Datsun or Toyota
Get the tax man to agree
All expenses I can muster
From the Lap of Luxuryback to top
Under Wraps
Keep it quiet - ( go slow )
Circulate. Need to know
Stamp the date upon your file
Masquerade, but well worth while

Wrapped in the warmth of you
Wrapped up in your smile
Wrapped in the folds of your attention

Wear an air - ( keep mum )
Of casual indifference
Careful how you go
About your usual business

Wrapped in the daydreams of you
Wrapped up by your eyes
Wrapped in the folds of your attention

Under Wraps !
I'v got you under wraps

Tell you when - ( not yet )
Soon the great unveiling
Bless my boots ! Upon my soul !
Secrecy, it is my failing

Wrapped in your summer night
Wrapped in your autumn leaves
Wrapped in the winter of your sleepingback to top
European Legacy
She smiles at me from beyond the Eastern sea-shore
Flashing Jewelling 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
She shoots on sight - it's her European Legacy

Round the castle walls - about the Highlands and the Islands
The faint reminders stand. Visitors who took a hand
A thousand years ago, or so - stranded high and dry by tides
Washed up a new identity, the channel's wide
But it's their European Legacy

I strain my eyes - against the southern light advancing
On whiter cliffs I'm high, the sea birds roll and thumble as they fly
I hear distant mainland music echo in my island ears
My feet begin to move instinctly
To the warmer beat of my European Legacyback to top
Later, That Some Evening
Later, that some evening, she run. I think she run alone
Later, she had early warning from a hidden fone
Checked with the embassy - she might have been a million miles away
Should I circulate her likeness at all airports without delay
It was later - later, that some evening.

Early, we had had a drink or four in some Kensington hotel
Hard - it was hard to keep my mind on what she had to sell
And with all business done, we took a cab -
Should it be her place or mine ?
Good security prevaled and I was home just after nine
It was later - later, that some evening.

Now I want you back
Yes, they want you back
We want you back
My country wants you back

Later, in the wee small hours there was heavy traffic on the radio
Scare, at a channel port - small craft warnings to keep to shore
Lobstermen thought they saw a submarine
Half submerged suspiciously
Though I arrived too late, I'm sure she blew a kiss to me
As the sub sailed out to sea.back to top
In and out of shady places - walking on cold corners of the mare
Following the trace you leave unwittingly
I wanna be no saboteur
Oh no, me no Saboteur

Painted ducks across your landscape - happy in your domesticity
( It don't come free )
Misfortune, like a Sparrow Hawk, hangs over you
Wanna be no Saboteur

Deepest regrets I humbly offer you as I cut into your life
With clean precision, all is simplified -pass the hat and pass the knife

By now you must be worried, wondering
Who is me and what lies behind my art
I'm only removing broken sea-shells from the beach -
Oh no, me no Saboteur

There's at least one of me inside your ranks in your factory or school
I anticipate a cleansing opportunity to take the horns by the bull

History forever writing pages to be cut or painted grey
Or celebrated like Jesus in his temple rage

As he chased the money-man away
I wanna be no Saboteur
Be no, be no Saboteurback to top
Radio Free Moscow
Tune into messages from the Eastern avenue
Lock on to the ether - squeeze the signal through and through
War of the air-waves making scare-waves.
I'm getting pictures from my radio. Moscow Radio.

Voice of America - symbol of the free
Mine of disinformation pleading sympathy
Down in the cold-war games forever naming names
I'm getting pictures from my Radio (Free Moscow)
Keep getting pictures from my Radio (Free Moscow)

I put my headphones on - reach out on the beam
Shutter up the windows - I'm getting up some steam
Somebody's at the door catching me in the act -
They've been keeping the score.
I'm getting pictures from my Radio (Free Moscow)
Yes I'm getting pictures from my Radio (Free Moscow)back to top
Nobody's Car
Black Volga followed me - Nobody's Car.
Mr. No-one at the wheel of Nobody's Car.
Wet pavements, thin apartments -
Quiet dissent from darkened doorways. I want out alive.
Speak up for me if you can.
So, careful how you drive in tourist city.

Slap in front of my hotel - it's Nobody's Car
Is that my limousine ? No, it's Nobody's Car
Are you on routine assignment ?

Plastic shades on black-browed eye-holes
I read this book before. I even saw the film.
How did the ending go ?
(Intourist city)
Black out
It's a weird scenario
I've seen a thousand times before but only on the video.

Feel my steps quick in the headlights of Nobody's Car.
Down cobbled alley with no exit from Nobody's Car.
Doors slam, two figures silhouette -
Somewhere before I feel we've met.
Can't tell you anymore.
I agreed to go along with all they asked of me.
Intourist city.
I drive Nobody's Car.back to top
When the rats are running
And the boys are gunning
For heads on a tin plate -
You can hear the football
Softly in the back yard
And the black Jack is called
Face up on the last card.

You'd better call your witness
In your dirty business
Trop tard sera le cri
Better run while you can -
Better set the tall sail
Better make deep cover
Before the boys have you nailed.

There's just one chance to get away -
I'll catch up with you another day.

I'll close my eyes and count to ten
And come right after you again.

Grab your credit cards - cash in your resources
Take your passport from the drawer.
Don't stop to change the horses.

Get out of the Heat

Now can you feel the pressure ?
Have you got the measure
Of being a wanted man ?
Cold drink in your hand - hot sweat on your brow.
And there's no understanding going to help you now.
Nothing all parties of an earlier vacation
No use trying to board the train
After it's left the station.back to top
Under Wraps 2
Lyrics the same as 'Under Wraps'back to top
Paparazzi, can't make the man.
Paparazzi, can't break the man.

Next to the transit lounge see the Paparazzi tears
No one came today from Boston or Tangiers
And in departures - only faceless trippers trip
Loaded with duty free
Help in white knuckle grip.

Snap it up, flash away -
Steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type -
The news is running late tonight.

Be-decked with Nicon necklaces
Hear the Paparazzi cries.
Under their noses walk the famous in disguise
Conspicuously huddled there but no one stops to look.
They've got their crayons out to colour in the book.

Snap it up, flash away -
Steal a camel for a day.
Break the story in heavy type -
Paparazzi won't be home tonight.

Paparazzi - write it down
Paparazzi - turn it around
Paparazzi - take it, take it, break it
'Cos it's a story.

Now someone's cut the lines communication's down
All photo film is fogged.
Celebrities surround and jab their fingers at me
They kiss but I can't tell
Even poor Paparazzi must have privacy as well.back to top
Sailing round the true-blue-sphere -
Is it too late to bale out of here ?
Well, there has to be some better way
To turn back the night, spin on to yesterday.

The old man and his crew -
After all these years, it's Apogee
Pilot training and remorse -
Spirit friends fly too, at Apogee

Apogee - solar bright
Apogee - through the night
Apogee - overground
Don't think I'll be coming down.

Screened for a stable mate with nerves of ice we flew - at Apogee
No creativity allowed to pass through stainless veins
of steel at Apogee

Apogee - put the kettle on
Tight-lipped-soldier on
High point - communicate
Don't forget to urinate.

So glad they put this window in
How to explain, how to begin ?
See ! Tennyson and Wordsworth there
Waiting for me in the cold thin air.

Beware a host of unearthly daffodils
Drifting golden turned up loud
Tell the boys back home
I'm gonna get some.

The Wrong Stuff's loose in here - I'm climbing up the walls -
at Apogee
So hoist the skull and bones - death and glory's free at Apogee

A stranger wind, a solar breeze -
I'm walking out upon starry seas
See pyramids, see standing stones -
Pink cotton undies and blue telephones.

Goodbye, cruel world that was my home -
There's cleaner space out here to roam.
Put my feet up on the moons of mars -
Sit back, relax and count the stars.back to top
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