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jethro tull - baker street muse lyrics

windy bus-stop. click. shop-window. heel.
shady gentleman. fly-b-tton. feel.
in the underp-ss, the blind man stands.
with cold flute hands.
symphony match-seller, breath out of time.
you can call me on another line.

indian restaurants that curry my brain.
newspaper warriors changing the names,
they advertise from the station stand.
with cold print hands.
symphony word-player, i’ll be your headline.
if you catch me another time.

didn’t make her with my baker street ruse.
couldn’t shake her with my baker street bruise.
like to take her but i’m just a baker street muse.

ale-spew, puddle-brew boys, throw it up clean.
c-ke and bacardi colours them green.
from the typing pool goes the mini-skirted princess
with great finesse.
fertile earth-mother, your burial mound is fifty feet
down in the baker street underground. (what the h-ll!)

didn’t make her with my baker street ruse.
couldn’t shake her with my baker street bruise.
like to take her but i’m just a baker street muse.

walking down the gutter thinking, “how the h-ll am i today?”
well, i didn’t really ask you but thanks all the same.
a) pig-me and the wh-r-

“big bottled fraulein, put your weight on me,”
said the pig-me to the wh-r-,
desperate for more in his -ssault upon the mountain.
little man, his youth a fountain.
overdrafted and still counting.
vernacular, verbose; an attempt at getting close
to where he came from.
in the doorway of the stars,
between blandford street and mars;
proposition, deal. flying b-tton feel. t-st-cl- testing.
wallet ever-bulging. dressed to the left, divulging
the wrinkles of his years.
wedding-bell induced fears.
shedding bell-end tears in the pocket of her resistance.
international -ssistance flowing generous and full
to his never-ready tool.
pulls his eyes over her wool.
and he shudders as he comes.
and my rudder slowly turns me into the marylebone road.
b) crash-barrier waltzer

and here slip i dragging one foot in the gutter
in the midnight echo of the shop that sells cheap radios.
and there sits she no bed, no bread, no b-tter
on a double yellow line where she can park anytime.
old lady grey; crash-barrier waltzer
some only son’s mother.
baker street casualty.
oh, mr. policeman
blue shirt ballet master.
feet in sticking plaster
move the old lady on.
strange pas-de-deux
his romeo to her juliet.
her sleeping draught, his poisoned regret.
no drunken b-ms allowed
to sleep here in the crowded emptiness.
oh officer, let me send her to a cheap hotel.
i’ll pay the bill and make her well
like h-ll you bl–dy will!
no do-good over kill.
we must teach them to be still
more independent.
c) mother england reverie

i have no time for time magazine or rolling stone.
i have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones.
i have no house in the country i have no motor car.
and if you think i’m joking, then i’m just a one-line joker in a public bar.
and it seems there’s no-body left for tennis; and i’m a one-band-man.
and i want no top twenty funeral or a hundred grand.
there was a little boy stood on a burning log,
rubbing his hands with glee. he said, “oh mother england,
did you light my smile;
or did you light this fire under me?
one day i’ll be a minstrel in the gallery.
and paint you a picture of the queen.
and if sometimes i sing to a cynical degree
it’s just the nonsense that it seems.”

so i drift down through the baker street valley,
in my steep-sided un-reality.
and when all is said and all is done
i couldn’t wish for a better one.
it’s a real-life ripe dead certainty
that i’m just a baker street muse.

talking to the gutter-stinking, winking in the same old way.
i tried to catch my eye but i looked the other way.
indian restaurants that curry my brain
newspaper warriors changing the names
they advertise from the station stand.
circ-mcised with cold print hands.

didn’t make her with my baker street ruse.
couldn’t shake her with my baker street bruise.
like to take her but i’m just a baker street muse.
(i can’t get out!)

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