Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dark Ages, artist - Jethro Tull.
Date of issue: 08.02.2004
Song language: English
Dark Ages |
Darlings are you ready for the long winter’s fall? |
said the lady in her parlour |
said the butler in the hall. |
Is there time for another? |
said the drunkard in his sleep. |
Not likely |
said the little child. |
What’s done |
the Lord can keep. |
And the vicar stands a-praying |
And the television dies |
as the white dot flickers and is gone |
and no-one stops to cry. |
The big jet rumbles over runway miles |
that scar the patchwork green |
where slick tycoons and rich buffoons |
have opened up the seam |
of golden nights and champagne flights |
ad-man overkill |
and in the raze |
consumer crazed |
we take the sugar pill. |
Jagged fires mark the picket lines |
the politicians weep |
and mealy-mouthed |
through corridors of power on tip-toe creep |
Come and see bureaucracy |
make its final heave |
and let the new disorder through |
while senses take their leave. |
Families screaming line the streets |
and put the windows through |