"This Is Not Love"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Catfish Rising (1991), A Little Light Music (1992), The Best of Jethro Tull: The Anniversary Collection (1993), Live At The BBC (1998)

Winds howled, rains spit down
All these nights playing precious games
Cheap hotel in some seaboard town
Closed down for the winter
And whispered names
Puppy-dog waves on a big moon sea
Snap our heels half-heartedly
And how come you know better than me
That this is not love, no, this is not love
Empty drugstore postcards freeze
Sunburst images of summers gone
Think I see us in these promenade days
Before we learned October's song
Out on the headland, one gale-whipped tree
Curious, head bent to see and how come
You know better than me that this is not love
Down to the sad south
Smokey plumes mark that real world city home
Broken spells and silent gloom
Ooze from that concrete honeycomb
Puppy-dog waves on a big moon sea
Snap our heels half-heartedly
And how come you know better than me
That this is not love

"Occasional Demons"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Catfish Rising (1991)

Well, you got a big-jib crane
Waiting to pick you up, mmmm
You see those snakes that crawl
They're just dying to trip you up
Live out in sad shacks at the back of town
Hold your breath while we do you down
'Cos we're all kinds of animals coming here
Occasional demons too
Well, you got a nice apartment
Here with appliances and CD
We're gonna leave your stereo
But we'll have your soul for tea
I'm not speaking of material things
Gonna chew you up, gonna suck you in
'Cos we're all kinds of animals coming here
Occasional demons too
Smokestacks, belching black
We're the have-nots in your shade
How about a slice of life
How about some human trade?
Eat at the best table in town
No headwaiter going to turn us down
'Cos we're all kinds of animals coming here
Occasional demons too

"Roll Yer Own"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Catfish Rising (1991), 36 Greatest Hits (1998)

Roll yer own, don't mean you got no money
Only that you got no opportunity
To shake it with that friend of mine
Roll yer own if you can't buy readymade
You won't be satisfied
When you feel the sudden need to unwind
You know what moves you in the wee hours
When there's nothing on the answerphone
And if you don't get enough of that electric love
Don't try to get by
Roll yer own, roll it when
There's no-one listening
When those re-runs play
On the late-night black and white TV
Roll yer own, roll it when
There's something missing
And those wild cats howl
Running in the moonshine
Roll yer own, you got to hit that spot
Roll yer own when your hands are hot

"Rocks On The Road"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Catfish Rising (1991), A Little Light Music (1992), Live At The BBC (1998)

There's a black cat down on the quayside
Ship's lights, green eyes glowing in the dark
Two young cops handing out a beating
Know how to hurt and leave no mark
Down in the half-lit bar of the hotel
There's a call for the last round of the day
Push back the stool, take that elevator ride
Fall in bed and kick my shoes away
Rocks on the road
Can't sleep through the wild sound of the city
Hear a car full of young boys heading for a fight
Long distance telephone
Keeps ringing out engaged
Wonder who you're talking with tonight
Who you talking with tonight?
Rocks on the road
Tired plumbing wakes me in the morning
Shower runs hot, runs cold playing with me
Well, I'm up for the down side
Life's a bitch and all that stuff
So come and shake some apples from my tree
Have to pay for my minibar madness
Itemised phone bill overload
Well now, how about some heavy rolling?
Move these rocks on the road
Crumbs on the breakfast table
And a million other little things to spoil my day
Now how about a little light music
To chase it all away? To chase it all away

"Sparrow On The Schoolyard Wall"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Catfish Rising (1991)

You want to be a bookworm?
You wanna be aloof?
You wanna sit in judgement
Looking down from the roof?
Try a wee sensation
But first you have to want to join in
You should be
Should be raging down the freeway
With some friends from the mall
Don't stay forever in your limbo
Fly before you fall
Little sparrow on the schoolyard wall
So dress a little dangerous
And modify your walk
There's nothing wrong with sparrows
But try to be a sparrowhawk
Hunting in the evening
And floating in the heat in the day
You might
Might acquire some predatory instinct
Do the wolf pack crawl
Don't stay forever in your limbo
Fly before you fall
Little sparrow on the schoolyard wall
Well, I don't want to be your daddy
Don't want to be your engineer of sin
And I don't want to play the piper here
I'm only banging on a mandolin and anyway
You're just a little sparrow
On the schoolyard wall
There's nothing wrong with learning
Nothing wrong with your books
So exercise some judgement
Too much broth can spoil the cook
Feel a little sensation
And know when it's time to join in
You should be
Should be raging down the freeway
With some friends from the mall
Don't stay forever in your limbo
Fly before you fall
Little sparrow on the schoolyard wall

"Thinking Round Corners"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Catfish Rising (1991)

All of you sit up in bed
Don't think in straight lines ahead
Can't sleep? Head spin?
Don't think in circles, it'll do you in
Think back to the dream you had
No sense of being good or bad
Jump to the left, jump to the right
Think round corners into night
Let's go in wet corridors, dive down drains
Draw strength from machinery, it's all the same
Thinking round corners
Think round corners, I say
Pretty girl with neon eyes
Best man between white thighs
Bridegroom didn't know a thing
Got his love in lights, she wears two rings
Think back to that dream you had
Blue boy sorry, pink girl sad, yellow cow
Big-eyed moon
All coming round the corner soon
Let's stand in rapids, cling to carnivals
Spit life from the maypole in savage ceremony
Let's go in wet corridors, dive down drains
Draw strength from machinery, it's all the same
Thinking round corners
Think round corners, I say
Paper cowboys, tin drums banging
Where the white man comes
Landowners with whips and chains
But soft in bed amidst warm rains
Thinking back to the dream they had
Jack and Jill, Jack the lad
Homestead, home free
How about leaving some for me?
Let's bathe in malt whisky, covet gold finery
Through the eyes of a Jackdaw
Dressed to the nines
Let's go in wet corridors, dive down drains
Draw strength from machinery, it's all the same
Thinking round corners
Think round corners, I say
Thinking round corners

"Still Loving You Tonight"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Catfish Rising (1991), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: Potpourri - Live Across The World and Through The Years (1993), Live At The BBC (1998)

It's a lonely life I live and I live this life to go
And if I leave you with one thing
It's just that I want you to know
I'll still be loving you tonight
I left flowers on your table
Left the lock on your door
Staked a claim in your heartlands
Put grain in your store
I'll still be loving you tonight
Got fingers on the button of that telephone dial
Call in and move your mountains
Fill your spaces while I'm still loving you tonight
You want to know how I can leave you?
How can I move along this way?
Too much of a good thing can make you crazy
And it's a good thing
That happened to me today
I'll still be loving you tonight

"Doctor To My Disease"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Catfish Rising (1991)

I've been treated for mild depression
And I've been treated for growing pains
I've been treated for hallucinations
Now I can see it all coming again
Well, you can wind me up
Yeah, you can slow me down
You can dig a little
And you can mess me around
But there's one thing I should tell you
To which you must agree
There's (it's, that it's) no use
You playing doctor to my disease
Said it's no use
You playing doctor to my disease
I got no cure for this condition
That you've been causing me tonight
Well, you put my heart in overdrive
Hand me the bullet I must bite
You can stir me up and you can cut me down
You can probe a little, push that knife around
There's (it's, that it's) no use
You playing doctor to my disease
Said it's no use
You playing doctor to my disease
Do you have to break my engine
So you can fix it up again?
Tuned to crazy imperfection
Just to score me out of ten
Well, you can wind me up
Yeah, you can slow me down
You can dig a little
Yeah, you can mess me around
But there's one thing I should tell you
To which you must agree
There's (it's, that it's) no use
You playing doctor to my disease
Said it's no use
You playing doctor to my disease

"Like A Tall Thin Girl"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Catfish Rising (1991), Live At The BBC (1998)

Well, I don't care to eat out
In smart restaurants
I'd rather do a Vindaloo
Take away is what I want
I was down at the old Bengal
Having telephoned a treat
When I saw her framed in the kitchen door
She looked good enough to eat
(And I mean eat)
She was a tall thin girl
She looked like a tall thin girl
She said, "Whose is this carry-out?"
My face turned chilli red
Well, I don't know about carrying out
But you can carry me off to bed
(And I mean bed)
She was a tall thin girl
She moved like a tall thin girl
Maybe I can fetch for it
And maybe I can stretch for it
I may not be a fat man
And I'm not exactly small
But when it all comes down
Couldn't stand my ground
This girl was tall (and I mean tall)
Big boy Doane, he's a drummer
Don't play no tambourine
But he's Madras hot on the bongo trot
If you know just what I mean
Stands six foot three in his underwear
Going to get him down here and see
If this good lady's got a little sister
'Bout the same size as me
She was a tall thin girl
She looked like a tall thin girl
Well, can I fetch for it?
Well, maybe I can stretch for it?
Well, am I up for it?
Or do I have to go down for it?

"White Innocence"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Catfish Rising (1991)

She drifted from some minor festival
Didn't look like any summer of love
Just a thousand weekend warriors
In a muddy field
She was the hand to fit my glove
Funny thing, the innocence of the lonely
Funny thing, the charm of the young
See how she moves just like two angels
(In white innocence)
Yet one of them is on the run
The other's tapping at my car window
And I'm squinting through the sun
Trying to see if she's some child of the nineties
Or just another dangerous fantasy of mine
Yeah, white innocence
She was white innocence
A perfect hole was in her stocking
It made a perfect window to her heart
I could have moved among her waterfalls
Her misty curtains drawn apart
Did she see warm safety in my numbers
To want to hitch a ride this way?
Felt like I was taking her to market now
To be sold as the last lot of the day
Funny thing, the distance of the lonely
Funny thing, the charm of the young
White innocence
She pressed the button, lowered the window
Let her hand trail in the slipstream of the night
A frost from nowhere
Seemed to lick her fingers
I could have warmed them
But the moment wasn't right
Obvious, she was headed nowhere special
Yes, well it was even obvious to me
I was doing some, some watching
Some waiting
She'd been here before, most definitely
There was the promise of early bed-time
There was the promise of heaven on earth
Think I was sending out low-voltage electricity
Played it right down for what it was worth
She turned and looked at me
In white innocence
And with the clearest eyes of forever grey
She rested one small hand
For a second on my knee
I stopped the car, she walked away
Funny thing, the wisdom of the lonely
Funny thing, the charm of the young
Away you go now, white innocence

"Sleeping With The Dog"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Catfish Rising (1991)

Her love is like a candle
You light it up at night
Her heart is like a pack of cards
One chance to guess it right, sometimes I do
She's got a tongue like a viper
But she can whisper like a dove
Soft touch like brushed velvet
Till she hits you from above
And sometimes she does
She leaves me breathing
Down like a fallen log
(And) just when I feel like dancing
I wake up sleeping with the dog
And it goes (woof) sleeping with the dog
I have to guess at the mysteries
Of her unfathomable soul
Guess when the time seems right
To make a broken spirit whole
And that time is due, c'm'on
She leaves me breathing
Down like a fallen log
(And) just when I feel like dancing
I wake up sleeping with the dog
And it goes (woof) sleeping with the dog

"Gold-Tipped Boots, Black Jacket and Tie"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Catfish Rising (1991)

I'm battered and bruised
I got lines I can't use
My head won't deliver, well
I'm sold down the river
But I'm turning again, yes, 'n' I'm turning again
Well, I'm turning again and I'm turning again
Wearing gold-tipped boots
Black jacket and tie
Well, I've been second to none
This horse was ready to run
Now I'm has-been and used
Disarmed and de-fused
But I'm turning again and I'm turning again
Yes, 'n' I'm turning again, I'm turning again
Wearing gold-tipped boots
Black jacket and tie
I'm egg over-easy and I'm washing-up squeezy
Appliance for sale, fat wind in my sail
And I'm turning again, yes, 'n' I'm turning again
Well, I'm turning again
Yes, 'n' I'm turning again
Wearing gold-tipped boots
Black jacket and tie
Well, I'm turning again

"When Jesus Came To Play"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Catfish Rising (1991)

I was in my watering-hole
With some ugly friends of mine
When he door came off its hinges
Like a cork from fizzy wine
He said, 'My name is Jesus
I'm the leader of the band
Got to set up my equipment
If you boys can lend a hand'
Oh yeah, when Jesus came to play
He set that bandstand jumping
Yeah, and he cranked it up so loud
And he moved up to the microphone
Had the attention of the crowd
He said, 'My name is Jesus
Going to turn your head around
I'm going to make this easy
Got no time to mess around'
Oh yeah, when Jesus came to play
'I got no twelve disciples
And I got no cross to bear
If you thought they had me crucified
I guess you weren't there'
Oh yeah, when Jesus came to play
When Jesus came
He sang about three or four numbers
But we'd heard it all before
We boys were getting restless
No girls were moving on the floor
Those parables, they were merciless
And the tables overturned
And there were no minor miracles
But false prophets they were burned
Well, maybe he was Jesus
But his hair could have used a comb
Long before he hit the last notes
We boys had all gone home
Oh yeah, when Jesus came to play
Oh Jesus, is it really you?

"Night In The Wilderness"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Catfish Rising (1991)

I could be sitting on the left of you
You'd be looking straight ahead
If I was adrift right across from you
You still would cut me dead
I've had better deep discussions
With this plate of soft-shelled crab
I'd put some spice in your rice
You'd give me blues in the stew
I'd give you catfish jumping
You'd give me all this work to do
Who's got the cheque on this hot dinner?
Who's got the tabs on the crab?
Another night in the wilderness
Should have been a night on the town
Lesson in learning
How to hold a conversation down
I'm in splendid isolation
Feel that heavy silence fall
Got all this cut out for me to do
Another night in the wilderness of you
Here I am drinking you with my eyes
You're looking at the gravy on my bib
I go weak-kneed at the suggestion of you
What's wrong with the cut of my jib?
Is there a lobster in the offing
Or just a fifty dollar cheque?