Lyrics Baker St Muse - Jethro Tull

Baker St Muse - Jethro Tull
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Date of issue: 13.10.2002
Song language: English

Baker St Muse

Baker street muse
Windy bus-stop.
click.
shop-window.
heel.
Shady gentleman.
fly-button.
feel.
In the underpass, 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, Ill be your headline.
If you catch me another time.
Didnt make her --- with my baker street ruse.
Couldnt shake her --- with my baker street bruise.
Like to take her --- but Im just a baker street muse.
Ale-spew, puddle-brew --- boys, throw it up clean.
Coke 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 hell!)
Walking down the gutter thinking,
``how the hell am I today?
Well, I didnt really ask you but thanks all the same.
Pig-me and the whore
``big bottled fraulein, put your weight on me, said the
Pig-me to the whore,
Desperate for more in his assault 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 button feel.
testicle 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 assistance 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.
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 butter ---
On a double yellow line --- where she can park anytime.
Old lady grey;
crash-barrier waltzer ---
Some only sons 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 bums allowed to sleep here in the
Crowded emptiness.
Oh officer, let me send her to a cheap hotel ---
Ill pay the bill and make her well — like hell you
Bloody will!
No do-good over kill.
we must teach them
To be still more independent.
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 Im joking, then Im just a one-line
Joker in a public bar.
And it seems theres no-body left for tennis;
and im 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 Ill be a minstrel in the gallery.
And paint you a picture of the queen.
And if sometimes I sing to a cynical degree ---
Its 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 couldnt wish
For a better one.
Its a real-life ripe dead certainty ---
That Im 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.
Circumcised with cold print hands.
Windy bus-stop.
click.
shop-window.
heel.
Shady gentleman.
fly-button.
feel.
In the underpass, the blind man stands.
With cold flute hands.
Symphony match-seller, breath out of time ---
You can call me on another line.
Didnt make her --- with my baker street ruse.
Couldnt shake her --- with my baker street bruise.
Like to take her --- but Im just a baker street muse.
(I cant get out!)

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Artist lyrics: Jethro Tull