Jethro Tull《Baker St Muse》[MP3_LRC]

[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com  [00:31.97]Windy bus-stop  Click  Shop-window  Heel [00:39.89]Shady gentleman  Fly-button  Feel [00:47.22]In the underpass  the blind man stands [00:54.22]With cold flute hands [00:58.54]Symphony match-seller  breath out of time [01:04.04]You can call me on another line [01:10.29]Indian restaurants that curry my brain [01:18.56]Newspaper warriors changing the names [01:26.18]They advertise from the station stand [01:32.76]With cold print hands [01:37.02]Symphony word-player  I'll be your headline [01:42.56]If you catch me another time [01:50.26]Didn't make her [01:54.80]With my Baker Street Ruse [02:00.84]Couldn't shake her [02:05.30]With my Baker Street Bruise [02:11.28]Like to take her [02:15.59]But I'm just a Baker Street Muse [02:22.88]Ale-spew  puddle-brew [02:24.67]Boys  throw it up clean [02:30.94]Coke and Bacardi colours them green [02:38.27]From the typing pool goes [02:40.63]The mini-skirted princess with great finesse [02:49.32]Fertile earth-mother [02:51.24]Your burial mound is fifty feet down [02:55.67]In the Baker Street underground [03:01.64](What the hell ) [03:02.58]I didn't make her [03:07.09]With my Baker Street Ruse [03:13.15]Couldn't shake her [03:17.63]With my Baker Street Bruise [03:23.61]Like to take her [03:28.02]But I'm just a Baker Street Muse [04:25.22]Walking down the gutter thinking [04:26.88]"How the hell am I today " [04:30.21]Well  I didn't really ask you [04:31.89]But thanks all the same [05:13.34]"Big bottled Fraulein [05:15.82]Put your weight on me " [05:17.88]Said the Pygmy And The Whore [05:20.56]Desperate for more [05:23.24]In his assault upon the mountain [05:27.46]Little man  his youth a fountain [05:30.30]Overdrafted and still counting [05:33.03]Vernacular  verbose; [05:35.65]An attempt at getting close [05:39.29]To where he came from [05:42.23]In the doorway of the stars [05:45.10]Between Blandford Street and Mars; [05:48.70]Proposition  deal  Flying button feel [05:54.33]******** testing [05:57.04]Wallet ever-bulging [05:59.98]Dressed to the left [06:01.41]Divulging the wrinkles of his years [06:05.55]Wedding-bell induced fears [06:08.17]Shedding bell-end tears [06:10.92]In the pocket of her resistance [06:15.17]International assistance flowing generous [06:18.76]And full to his never-ready tool [06:23.27]Pulls his eyes over her wool [06:26.54]And he shudders as he comes [06:29.28]And my rudder slowly turns me [06:31.55]Into the Marylebone Road [07:47.72]And here slip I [07:51.03]Dragging one foot in the gutter [07:56.26]In the midnight echo of [08:00.96]The shop that sells cheap radios [08:06.67]And there sits she [08:10.20]No bed  no bread  no butter [08:15.26]On a double yellow line [08:20.06]Where she can park anytime [08:25.66]Old Lady Grey; crash-barrier waltzer [08:34.49]Some only son's mother [08:39.23]Baker Street casualty [08:44.85]Oh  Mr  Policeman [08:48.21]Blue shirt ballet master [08:53.85]Feet in sticking plaster [08:58.51]Move the old lady on [09:03.86]Strange pas-de-deux [09:07.41]His Romeo to her Juliet [09:12.97]Her sleeping draught  his poisoned regret [09:23.21]No drunken bums allowed to [09:28.58]Sleep here in the crowded emptiness [09:33.02]Oh officer  let me send her to a cheap hotel [09:42.53]I'll pay the bill and make her well [09:47.55]Like hell you bloody will [09:52.67]No do-good over kill [09:57.36]We must teach them to be still more independent [10:55.31]I have no time for Time Magazine or Rolling Stone [11:11.35]I have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones [11:32.07]I have no house in the country I have no motor car [11:49.22]And if you think I'm joking [11:54.38]Then I'm just a one-line joker in a public bar [12:05.52]And it seems there's no-body [12:09.04]Left for tennis; and I'm a one-band-man [12:22.85]And I want no Top Twenty [12:27.62]Funeral or a hundred grand [12:38.44]There was a little boy stood on a burning log [12:44.28]Rubbing his hands with glee [12:50.46]He said  "Oh Mother England [12:52.45]Did you light my smile; [12:56.49]Or did you light this fire under me [13:02.94]One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery [13:09.23]And paint you a picture of the queen [13:15.06]And if sometimes I sing to a cynical degree [13:21.47]It's just the nonsense that it seems " [13:27.67]So I drift down through the Baker Street valley [13:33.73]In my steep-sided un-reality [13:39.37]And when all is said and all is done [13:41.32]I couldn't wish for a better one [13:46.00]It's a real-life ripe dead certainty [13:51.17]That I'm just a Baker Street Muse [13:56.58]I talking to the gutter-stinking [13:57.94]Winking in the same old way [14:01.18]I tried to catch my eye [14:03.03]But I looked the other way [14:08.07]Indian restaurants that curry my brain [14:14.62]Newspaper warriors changing [14:16.99]The names they advertise [14:22.31]From the station stand [14:28.16]Circumcised with cold print hands [14:35.10]Windy bus-stop  Click [14:37.18]Shop-window  Heel [14:42.71]Shady gentleman [14:45.05]Fly-button  Feel [14:49.75]In the underpass  the blind man stands [14:56.65]With cold flute hands [15:00.66]Symphony match-seller [15:02.54]Breath out of time [15:05.64]You can call me on another line [15:13.35]Didn't make her [15:17.81]With my Baker Street Ruse [15:23.71]Couldn't shake her [15:27.90]With my Baker Street Bruise [15:33.63]Like to take her [15:37.83]But I'm just a Baker Street Muse [15:41.57]I'm just a Baker Street Muse [15:45.57]Just a Baker Street Muse [15:48.94]Just a Baker Street Muse [16:26.90]I'm just a Baker Street Muse [16:36.14]I can't get out