"A Passion Play"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson
A Passion Play (1973); 'M.U.': The Best of Jethro Tull (1976); Repeat: The Best of Jethro Tull Vol. II (1977); 25 Years of Jethro Tull: Live Across The World and Through The Years (1993);
A Passion Play: 30th Anniversary Edition (2003); A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (2014); Minstrel In The Gallery 40th Anniversary: La Grande Édition (2015);
50 For 50 (2018)
'Do you still see me even here?' (The silver cord lies on the ground)
'And so I'm dead', the young man said Over the hill (not a wish away)
My friends (as one) all stand aligned, although their taxis came too late
There was a rush along the Fulham Road, there was a hush in the Passion Play
Such a sense of glowing in the aftermath, ripe with rich attainments all imagined
Sad misdeeds in disarray, the sore thumb screams aloud, echoing out of the Passion Play
All the old familiar choruses, come crowding in a different key, melodies decaying in sweet dissonance
There was a rush along the Fulham Road into the Ever-Passion Play
And who comes here to wish me well? A sweetly-scented angel fell
She laid her head upon my disbelief and bathed me with her ever-smile
And with a howl across the sand, I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound
No-one (but someone to be found)
All along the icy wastes there are faces smiling in the gloom
Roll up roll down, feeling unwound? Step into the viewing room
The cameras were all around, we've got you taped, you're in the play
Here's your I.D. (Ideal for identifying one and all)
Invest your life in the memory bank, ours the interest and we thank you
The ice-cream lady wet her drawers to see you in the Passion Play
Take the prize for instant pleasure, captain of the cricket team
Public speaking in all weathers, a knighthood from a queen
All your best friends' telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand
There's a line in a front-page story, 13 horses that also-ran
Climb in your old umbrella, does it have a nasty tear in the dome?
But the rain only gets in sometimes and the sun never leaves you alone
Lover of the black and white, it's your first night, the Passion Play goes all the way, spoils your insight
Tell me how the baby's made, how the lady's laid, why the old dog howls in sadness
And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders of a young horse named George
Who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision (The examining body examined her body)
Actor of the low-high Q, let's hear your view, peek at the lines upon your sleeves, since your memory won't do
Tell me how the baby's graded, how the lady's faded, why the old dogs howl with madness
All of this and some of that's the only way to skin the cat
And now you've lost a skin or two, you're for us and we for you
The dressing room is right behind, we've got you taped, you're in the play
How does it feel to be in the play? How does it feel to play the play? How does it feel to be the play?
Man of passion rise again, we won't cross you out, for we do love you like a son, of that there's no doubt
Tell us is it you who are here, for our good cheer? Or are we here for the glory, for the story
For the gory satisfaction of telling you how absolutely awful you really are?
There was a rush along the Fulham Road, there was a hush in the Passion Play
(The Story of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles)
We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door, eat in the corner talk to the floor
Cheating the spiders who come to say 'Please'. (Politely) they bend at the knees
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs
Old gentlemen talk of when they were young, of ladies lost and erring sons
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends), pure as the truth, tied at both ends
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs
Scented cathedral, spire pointed down, we pray for souls in Kentish Town
A delicate hush, the gods floating by, wishing us well, pie in the sky
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed, of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed)
Show me a good man, I'll show you the door, the last hymn is sung and the devil cries 'More'
Stereo Mix Additional Lyrics
Show me the gypsy, the chain's weakest link and I'll throw in a fiver, tomorrow he can drink
Till he's down on his knees, his luck, and his heels, let me pass you the bottle, let's see how it feels
Frolicking hero, as one on his horse, left only with memories that ooze from his pores
Let him join in the party and share in the fun, while the barman, his pocket, snuffs out the sun
Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, I've put in a request to take up my turn
In that forsaken paradise that calls itself 'Hell', where no-one has nothing and nothing is well
Meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling
Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do
Colors I've none, dark or light, red, white or blue, cold is my touch (freezing)
Summoned by name, I am the overseer over you
Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere, fallen from grace, called on
To bring sun or rain, occasional corn from my oversight grew
Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for the saving of face
Now you're here, you may as well admire, all whom living has retired, from the benign reconciliation
Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky (flashing)
I just lit a fag then took my leave in the blink of an eye
Passionate play join round the maypole in dance (Primitive rite) (wrongly)
Summoned by name I am the overseer over you
Flee the icy Lucifer, oh he's an awful fellow!
What a mistake! I didn't take a feather from his pillow
Here's the everlasting rub, neither am I good or bad
I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had
I'm only breathing, there's life on my ceiling, the flies there are sleeping quietly
Twist my right arm in the dark, I would give two or three for
One of those days that never made impressions on the old score
I would gladly be a dog, barking up the wrong tree
Everyone's saved, we're in the grave, see you there for afternoon tea
Time for awaking, the tea lady's making a brew-up and baking new bread
Pick me up at half past none, there's not a moment to lose
There is the train on which I came, on the platform are my old shoes
Station master rings his bell, whistles blow and flags wave
A little of what you fancy does you good (Or so it should)
I thank everybody for making me welcome, I'd stay but my wings have just dropped off
Hail! Son of kings, make the ever-dying sign, cross your fingers in the sky for those about to Be
There am I waiting along the sand, cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea
Magus Perde take your hand from off the chain, loose a wish to still the rain, the storm about to Be
Here am I (voyager into life), tough are the soles that tread the knife's edge
Break the circle, stretch the line, call upon the devil, bring the gods, the gods' own fire in the conflict revel
The passengers upon the ferry crossing waiting to be born
Renew the pledge of life's long song, rise to the reveille horn
Animals queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore
Breathe the ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door
Man, son of man, buy the flame of ever-life (Yours to breathe and breath the pain of living, living Be!
Here am I! Roll the stone away from the dark into ever-day
There was a rush along the Fulham Road into the Ever-Passion Play
"The Story of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles"
music by Jeffrey Hammond-Hammond, John Evan, and Ian Anderson; lyrics by Jeffrey Hammond-Hammond
A Passion Play (1973); A Passion Play: 30th Anniversary Edition (2003); A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (2014); The Chateau D’Herouville Sessions 1972 (2024)
This is the story of the hare who lost his spectacles...
Owl loved to rest quietly whilst no one was watching
Sitting on a fence one day, he was surprised when suddenly a kangaroo ran close by
Now this may not seem strange but when Owl overheard Kangaroo whisper to no one in particular
'The hare has lost his spectacles,' well, he began to wonder
Presently, the moon appeared from behind a cloud and there lying on the grass was hare
In the stream that flowed by the grass a newt, and sitting astride a twig of a bush, a bee
Ostensibly motionless, the hare was trembling with excitement
For without his spectacles he was completely helpless
Where were his spectacles? Could someone have stolen them? Had he mislaid them? What was he to do?
Bee wanted to help and thinking he had the answer began 'You probably ate them thinking they were a carrot.'
'No!' interrupted Owl, who was wise. 'I have good eye-sight, insight, and foresight.
How could an intelligent hare make such a silly mistake?'
But all this time Owl had been sitting on the fence, scowling!
Kangaroo were hopping mad at this sort of talk. She thought herself far superior in intelligence to the others.
She was their leader, their guru, she had the answer 'Hare, you must go in search of the optician.'
But then she realized that Hare was completely helpless without his spectacles.
And so, Kangaroo loudly proclaimed 'I can't send Hare in search of anything!'
'You can guru, you can!' shouted Newt. 'You can send him with Owl.'
But Owl had gone to sleep
Newt knew too much to be stopped by so small a problem. 'You can take him in your pouch.'
But alas, Hare was much too big to fit into Kangaroo's pouch.
All this time, it had been quite plain to hare that the others knew nothing about spectacles.
As for all their tempting ideas, well Hare didn't care.
The lost spectacles were his own affair and after all Hare did have a spare a-pair, a-pair
"The Big Top" (Instrumental)
music by Ian Anderson
A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (2014); The Chateau D’Herouville Sessions 1972 (2024)
"Sailor"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson
A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (2014); The Chateau D’Herouville Sessions 1972 (2024)
When the holy film director decides to take a look, refers to the pages of his holy book
Sends the warm rain falling from the sky, if you've never been a sailor, better try...
If you've never been a sailor, you'd better try