music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

'A' (1980), 'A' (remaster) (2004)

Spring light in a hazy May
And a man with a gun at the door
Someone's crawling on the roof above
All the media here for the show
I've been waiting for our friends to come
Like spiders down ropes to free-fall
A thirty round clip for a visiting card
Admit one to the embassy ball
Caught in the crossfire
On Princes Gate Avenue
In go the windows and out go the lights
Call me a doctor, fetch me a policeman
I'm down on the floor in one hell of a fight
I'm just a soul with an innocent face
A regular boy dressed in blue
Conducting myself in a proper way
As befitting the job that I do
They came down on me like a ton of bricks
Swept off my feet, knocked about
There's nothing for it but to sit
And wait for the hard men to get me out
Calm reason floats from the street below
And the slow fuse burns through the night
Everyone's tried to talk it through
But they can't seem to get the deal right
Somewhere there are Brownings
In a two-hand hold
Cocked and locked, one up the spout
There's nothing for it but to sit and wait
For the hard men to get me out

"Fylingdale Flyer"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

'A' (1980), The Best of Jethro Tull: The Anniversary Collection (1993), 'A' (remaster) (2004)

Through clear skies tracking
Lightly from far down the line
No fanfare, just a blip on the screen
No quick conclusions now
Everything will be fine
Short-circuit glitsch and not what it seems
Fylingdale Flyer, you're only half way there
Green screen liar
For a second or so we were running scared
On late shift
Feeling drowsy eyes glued to the display
Dead cert alert, lit match to the straw
One last quick game of bowls
We can still win the day
Fail-safe, forget the things that you saw
They checked the systems through
And they read A-o.k.
Some tiny fuse has probably blown
Sit back, relax and soon it will just go away
Keep your hands off that red telephone

"Working John - Working Joe"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

'A' (1980), 'A' (remaster) (2004)

When I was a young man
(As all good tales begin)
I was taught to hold out my hand
And for my pay I worked an honest day
And took what pittance I could win
Now I'm a working John and
I'm a working Joe and I'm doing what I know
For God and the Economy
Big brother watches over me
And the state protects and feeds me
And my conscience never leaves me
And I'm loyal to the unions
Who protect me at all levels
And as I grew, the winds of fortune blew
And the bank smiled down upon me
And mortgaged to the hilt
I threw the breeze of caution behind me
Now I'm a working John and I'm a working Joe
And I'm good at what I know
And God and the Economy
Have blessed me with equality
Now I'm equal to the best of you
And better than the rest of you,
Who would criticise my success
In times of national unrest
Now I own my horseless carriage
In its central-heated garage
And I commute eighty miles a day
Up at seven to make it pay
I direct ten limited companies
With seeming consummate expertise
Two ulcers and a heart disease
A trembling feeling in both knees
I'm a working John and I'm a working Joe

"Black Sunday"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

'A' (1980), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: Remixed Classic Songs (1993), 36 Greatest Hits (1998), 'A' (remaster) (2004)

Tomorrow is the one day
I would change for a Monday
With freezing rains melting
And no trains running
And sad eyes passing in windows flimsy
And my seat rocking
From legs not quite matching
Got passport, credit cards
A plane that I'm catching
Black Sunday falls one day too soon
The taxi that takes me
Will be moving too quickly
My suitcases simply too full
For the closing of pants
Shirts and kisses all packed in a hurry
Two best-selling paper backs
Chosen at random no sign of sales-persons
To whom I might hand them
Black Sunday falls one day too soon
And down at the airport are probably waiting
A few thousand passengers
Overbooked seating
Time long suspended in transit-lounge
Traumas connections broken
And Special Branch waiting
Conspicuously standing in holiday clothing
Black Sunday falls one day too soon
Pick up my feet and kick off my lethargy
Down to the gate with the old mood upon me
Get out and chase the small immortality
Born in the minute of my next returning
Impatient feet tapping and cigarette burning
Homecoming one day too soon
And back at the house
There's a grey sky a-tumbling
Milk bottles piling on door steps a-crumbling
Curtains all drawn and cold water plumbing
Notepaper scribbles I read unbelieving
Saying how sorry
How sad was the leaving
One day too soon

"Protect and Survive"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

'A' (1980), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: The Beacons Bottom Tapes (1993), Living With The Past (2002), 'A' (remaster) (2004)

They said protect and you'll survive
(But our postman didn't call)
8 lbs. of over-pressure wave
Seemed to glue him to the wall
They said protect and you'll survive
E.M.P. took out the radio
(And our milk-man didn't call)
Flash blinded by the pretty lights
Didn't see his bottles fall
Or feel the warm black rain arrive
Big friendly cloud builds in the West
(And our dust-men haven't called)
They left the dual carriageway
At a hundred miles an hour
A tail wind chasing them away
And in deep shelters lurk below
Sub-regional control
Who sympathise but cannot help
To mend your body or your soul
Self-appointed guadians of the race
With egg upon their face
When steady sirens sing all-clear
They pop up, find nobody here
And so I watch two new suns spin
(Our paper man doesn't call)
Burnt shadow printed on the road
Now there's nothing there at all
They said protect and you'll survive

"Batteries Not Included"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

'A' (1980), 'A' (remaster) (2004)

Six o'clock in the morning, wake up by the bed
There sits a new Japanese toy and I like it
See the name wrapping
Can't read yet but I know it's made for me
(Lucky boy) and I want it
Lights that flash, wheels that go round
Digital display, fresh silicon chips to enjoy
And I need them (where's the batteries?)
Sitting silent and empty
Wish I could breathe life in my new friend
Who's terribly still and I like him
Just like me, p'rhaps he's hungry
Six volts make him smile and twelve volts
Would probably kill, how I like him
Daddy, where's the batteries
I can't find my batteries (there's no batteries)
Seven o'clock in the morning
They find me by the bed with my friend
The Japanese toy, I am with him
Mummy, daddy, can't see you, hear you
Batteries not included in this little boy
(Where's my batteries?)

music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

'A' (1980), 'A' (remaster) (2004)

See black, see yellow
With little notebooks drawn
See grey stripes bowling down the street
Silver streaks and T-shirts so precisely torn
Strange foreign chaps
In white bed-sheets, uniforms
See golden halo'd men of high renown
Prance to the politicians' beat
Well tailored in unswerving elegance
With shoes by Gucci on their feet, uniforms
How do you know who the hell you are?
Wake up each day under a different star
Dressed to the nines
Meet yourself going home like a clone
Smartly dressed in your pressed uniform
White battle dress on green pitch
Proud eleven
Beneath the swelling box so neat
The teeming millions of the future fly
The spinning cricket ball to cheat
They're all uniform

"4.W.D. (Low Ratio)"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

'A' (1980), 'A' (remaster) (2004)

Met a man just the other day
Said his name was Jim
Boy, won't you take a look!
Got a car for you, it's a real steal
Cleaned it right down, new brakes, clutch
And here's the hook
Yes, it's a 4.W.D. (low ratio)
Cash to Jim
I took it home through the deep mud
Plugged happy as a boy in sand
Fitted wide tyres, spotlight
A winch as well and some brush bars up front
To complete the plan
Now it's really a 4.W.D. (low ratio)
Take you down to the edge of town
Where the road stops
We start to hold the ground
Well, I'm blessed! Got traction in a special way
Hold the roll bar, slide back
Feel me pull it round
Let me show you my 4.W.D. (low ratio)

"The Pine Marten's Jig" (Instrumental)
music by Ian Anderson

'A' (1980), 'A' (remaster) (2004)

"And Further On"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

'A' (1980), 'A' (remaster) (2004)

We saw the heavens break
And all the world go down to sleep
And rocks on mossy banks
Drip acid rain from craggy steeps
Saw fiery angels kiss the dawn
Wish you goodbye till further on
Will you still be there further on?
And troubled dynasties, like legions lost
Have blown away, hounds hard upon their heels
Call to their quarry, wait and play
Before the last faint light has gone
Wish you goodbye till further on
Will you still be there further on?
The angry waves grow high
Cut icy teeth on northern shores
Brave fires that flicker
Cough give way to winds through broken doors
And with the last line almost drawn
Wish you goodbye till further on
Will you still be there further on?