"First Post" (Instrumental)
music by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993), A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (Steven Wilson Stereo Mix) (2014)

"Animelee" (Instrumental)
music by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993), A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (Steven Wilson Stereo Mix) (2014)

"Tiger Toon" (Instrumental)
music by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993), A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (Steven Wilson Stereo Mix) (2014)

"Look At The Animals"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993), A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (Steven Wilson Stereo Mix) (2014)

The tiny ant leaves
His tiny ant drops in the sand
And makes his home
Inside a rusty watering can
Occasionally going out
To look for bread and jam
He runs into a sparrow
Who hasn't eaten for a week and later
Quite contented, the sparrow cleans his beak
Failing to notice pussy cat
Has come out to take a leak
Our cat partakes of dinner
When a sodden kangaroo
Emerges from the undergrowth
And asks to use the loo
Kangaroos aren't usually dangerous
For that would never do
My goodness, will you look at all
The animals queuing on the stairs
Look at the animals in the zoo
How would you like to be one?
They're waiting to use the lavatory
And putting chewing gum in each other's hair
Look at the animals, look at you
Well how would you like to free one?
Good gracious, will you look at all
The animals playing with their tools
Look at the animals, look at you
Well how would you like to queer one?
Flying from the chandeliers
And treading in their elephantine stools
Look at the animals, two by two
Aren't you glad to be one?
This kangaroo's a lunatic
And his pouch is very full
Of pussy cats and penguins
Who can't fly as a rule
But then neither could the pussy cat
He never went to school
The kangaroo gets nervous
When confronted by the size
Of an elephant named Simon
Who is always telling lies
He swears he wears green corduroys
And can button up his fly
Presently, a fatter Simon's indigestion fails
He regurgitates the whole damn mess
Into an aluminum pail
And the tiny ant scuttles
Back inside his watering can
Occasionally going out
To look for bread and jam

"Law of The Bungle"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993), A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (Steven Wilson Stereo Mix) (2014)

The tiger flashes sharpened teeth
Bowler-hatted, summer briefs
Beneath his pinstriped skin
To kill demands a business sense
Economy moves non-residence
Approaching from downwind
Being a tiger means you laugh
Whenever lesser tigers
Have to eat meat that's infected
Being a tiger means your mate
When overfed will defecate
In places least expected
Knowing a tiger means you must accept
His promise of mutual trust
And offer him your throat
Loving a tiger means you take
Second place to the cake you bake
And with undying servile obedience
Keep the stiffly starched collar
Of his conference shirt spotless
And remove daily the daubed bloody evidence
Of his dastardly misdeeds
From the otherwise immaculate elegance
Of his pin-stripe tiger coat, period

"Law of The Bungle Part II" (Instrumental)
music by Ian Anderson; Introduction by Martin Barre

Nightcap (1993), A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (Steven Wilson Stereo Mix) (2014)

"Hello. This is 'Law of the Bungle Part II'.
By the way, I'm Martin Barre
But sometimes I'm an owl
And my feathers are really smooth
And when I feel romantic
I like to dress up in men's clothing."

"Left Right"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993), A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (Steven Wilson Stereo Mix) (2014)

The master playwright urges you
To play right/play wrong
Life is long and every night's the first night
The wardrobe mistress urges you
To dress left/dress right
What a mess when your underpants
Are too tight
Who's on the stage door
To help you find the way in/way out?
It's not a sin to be knowing that you don't know
When you breathe your last line
Will you make your exit stage left/stage right?
Well, you might decide while there's still time
You have an angel on your shoulder
But you wear the old god's horns
And you dance around the maypole
While the vicar makes a toast
To the pagan celebration
And extends an invitation to us all
So he can save us when we fall
Who's your leading lady?
Will you help to get her off the bus?
It's best to pass the test
Before you get too lazy
Strike up the orchestra
Take your cues on the up-beat/beat down
Anyone who says he doesn't like the sound

"Critique Oblique"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993), A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (Steven Wilson Stereo Mix) (2014)

Critic of the black and white
It's your first night
The Passion Play gets in the way
Spoils your insight
Tell me how the baby's made
How the lady's laid
Why the old dogs howl with sadness
The blue thing in the ball
Leaves naught but a bloody footprint
On the memory of last summer's trip to Europe
Did you buy a passport from the queen?
And your little sister's immaculate virginity
Wings away on the bony shoulder
Of a young horse named George
Who stole surreptitiously
Into her geography revision
The examining body examined her body

"Post Last"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993), A Passion Play: An Extended Performance (Steven Wilson Stereo Mix) (2014)

The editor lies screaming
(Begging in his working drink), questioning
'Who is God's favorite rock star this week?
And will the front page take him?
The deadline for the headline is the breadline

"Paradise Steakhouse"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993)

I'd like to take you
To the edge of every morning
On a magic eiderdown to a window chair
In the Paradise Steakhouse
Where there's a cup of silver coffee
Steaming chrome reflections
From the mist in your hair
Try not to watch me (try not to watch me)
Just call me after darkfall
(Call me after darkfall)
I'll bring a whip to sow, my seed on your land
In the Paradise Steakhouse
There's a cup of silver coffee
A sheath of steel
No you may hold my sword in your hand
I'll cut you, divide you into tender pieces
No wings to fly away upon my dear
In the Paradise Steakhouse
On a plate upon a table
I will carve your name with care
To last the years
I'd like to eat you (I'd like to eat you)
All fire will consume you (fire will consume you)
Roast on the spit of love, on this arrow true
In the Paradise Steakhouse
I'll taste every finger
Baking in the ashes til the flames rise a new

"Sealion II"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993), Warchild (remaster) (2002)

Would you like to see my lion
My friend Cecil is damp and smooth
A damp smooth sea lion, yes
Cecil is a sea lion (Cecil is a sea lion)
Cecil is a clever sea lion
Cecil sometimes swims and often sits
(And balances multicolored striped balls?)
Yes, balances multicolored striped balls
Clever Cecil (Cecil is a sea lion)
Cecil the sea lion is serene
He doesn't wear spectacles or a scarf
(No central heating or cement)
Well the whole ocean is Cecil's home
(Cecil is a sea lion)

"Piece of Cake"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993)

Come running, go for overkill
If you don't come now, I'll be over the hill
All right? Tell me, 'All right'
Got a sell-by date, soon be out of stock
Pop me in your trolley you can start my clock
Well, all right? Tell me, 'All right'
I could be on your shelf
Could be the risk you take
I'm a cup of hot coffee, I'm a piece of cake
I'm the hot chicken in your superstore
You can take me home
If you can take some more
Well, all right? Tell me, 'All right'
I could be on your shelf
Could be the bread you bake
I can fill your larder, I'm a piece of cake
Show me rosemary, I'll show her wild thyme
See you at the checkout or on the credit line
Well, all right? Tell me, 'All right'
I'm your spicy filling, I'm your low-fat spread
I'll be your smooth rubber, be your pencil lead
All right? Tell me, 'All right'
If you set me to simmer, if you grill my steak
You can bowl me over, I'm a piece of cake

"Quartet" (Instrumental)
music by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993), Warchild (remaster) (2002)

"Silver River Turning"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993)

I walked down that boulder road
Through a child's eye
Saw places where I used to go
Where I crawled barefoot with a fishing pole
To the rock that overlooked
That steelhead hole
But it's true, silver river turning blue
It was a small town in a smaller world
Just a black dot on an old map
With its edges curled
Where they built their industries
On the edge of town
Leaching chemicals from underground
Now it's true, that silver river turning blue
Just got a late reaction
Face reality and stare it down
Sometimes it's harder hanging on
Much easier to look around, but I need that job
Well, this place no city
We're just small players here
Like a million other heroes
Drinking poor man's beer
We know what's right, we're just living it wrong But there's no easy answer
In the green man's song
What do you do? When your river's turning blue

"Crew Nights"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993)

Tearing down in double quick time
To get the "A" truck shifted 'bout midnight
The locker rooms are empty
But the strobo tuners still spin
With their pitching lights
And someone with a yellow pass
Gives out precise directions
As to where and when
And earmarked with a drumstick
While young girls set to rendezvous
And be recognized again
Tomorrow is an off-day
Be in Baltimore by Thursday is the only law
There's a suite down at the hotel
Reserved for making merry
With connecting doors
The lighting man's already improvised a bar
And printed invitations to the ball
Off duty cops line corridors
Wearing tour T-shirts proudly
And the band may even call
Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives
Best boots and road suits and nine lives
Feeling that it might be wrong
To temporarily belong to the P.A. man
Some angel from the midwest
Is regretting being undressed with no suntan
His polaroid a-snapping
The head carpenter is rapping
On the gates of dawn
Sitting lonely with a warm beer
The girl with dental braces
Wishes that she hadn't gone
Crew nights, no bar fights or reader's wives
Thin walls and late calls and nine lives
Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives
Best boots and road suits and nine lives

"The Curse"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993)

Young Gladys was a silky maiden
At thirteen, she was going strong, yeah
Oh, Gladys
Nicely filled out, fully laden
But down below there
was something wrong, yeah, oh, Gladys
Nobody told her about those secrets
That ladies have to hide
Mom had no words to describe
The things that happened inside
Need someone to help me
I feel that there's a curse on me, oh
Went down into the local disco
For what used to be
the one and nines, yeah, oh Gladys
Felt a searching hand to frisk her
Along the length of her water line, yeah
Oh Gladys
Now Gladys knew she was in no condition
In no mood to play
Up cracked her knee in a soft spot
Nothing got in her way
I want no one to touch me
I feel there's a curse on me, oh
Directed down to the local drugstore
Got fixed up, now she's doing fine, yeah
Oh Gladys
Equipped with various kinds of apparatus
You know the feminine hygiene kind, yeah
Oh Gladys
Must have been a man to do this thing
Who won her fall from grace
That day he programmed me
You should have seen the smile on his face
He said "you'll need someone to help you
When you feel like cursing me", oh

"Rosa On The Factory Floor"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993)

She moves with machinery
For the fancy sports car trade
Part of the industrial process
She sees that they stay made
She works from early A.M.
They work her to the bone
When I call her in the evening
She's too tired to lift the phone
Damned if I'll wait for her
And I'll be damned if I don't
Damned if I only see that
Rosa on the factory floor
Signed on for the duration
Ehey say she came from the East
With her tool bag and her coveralls
To pay the rent at least
She doesn't talk with workers
On the rest of the line
And over in the canteen
She's alone most of the time
Somewhere in her history
Is a lock without a key
She doesn't trust the management
And she won't trust me
We're two different animals
We live jungles apart
She circles round her freedom
And I circle round her heart

"A Small Cigar"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993), Too Old To Rock N' Roll: Too Young To Die (remaster) (2002)

A small cigar can change the world
I know, I've done it frequently at parties
Where I've won all the guests' attention
With my generosity
And suave gentlemanly bearing
A little flat tin case is all you need
Breast-pocket conversation opener
And one of those ciggie lighters
That look rather good
You can throw away when empty
Must be declared a great success
My small cigars all vanish within minutes
Excuse me, mine host, that I may visit
A nearby tobacconist
To replenish my supply of small cigars
And make the party swing again
I know my clothes seem shabby
And don't fit this Hampstead soiree
Where unread copies of Rolling Stone
Well-thumbed Playboys decorate
The hi-fi stereo record shelves
If you ask me they're on their way
To upper-middle-class oblivion
The stupid twits
They roll their only one cigarette between them
My small cigar's redundant now
In the haze of smoking pleasure
Call it a day, get the hell away
Go down the cafe for a cup of real tea
By the tube station, there's a drunk old fool
Who sells papers in the rush hour
I hand to him ten small cigars
He smiles, says, 'Son, God bless you'
A small cigar, has changed his world, my friend
A small cigar, has changed the world again
A small cigar

"Man of Principle"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993)

One day he'll walk from out of this place
You'll see a quiet determination on his face
He'll tow no lines, suffer no fools
But he'll raise three cheers
To the losing team from the other school
A little dedication
A little pair of daddy's shoes to fill
Compleat education
One day he'll be a man of principle
And the battle's on, and he'll play to win
Feel the blue blood rushing
Quick beneath his skin
And grim they stand and hard they fall
Harder still
When their backs are up against the wall
Gonna get your attention
But he's carrying his cross to the other hill
With divine intervention
He can be a man of principle
In the evening light, with a fair-ground girl
He stops himself as his head begins to whirl
And he walks her home
And there's a kiss goodbye
She feels a chill as she looks him in the eye
Well, there's a time and a place now
And it's not tonight she'll bend his will
Slow realization
She's looking at a man of principle
Hung from the highest station
By his old school tie undressed to kill
He could be a real sensation
But he's a man of principle

"Commons Brawl"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993)

All right and honourable gentlemen
And lady, too
Will kindly try to restrain themselves
In derring-do
As verbal hard graffiti flies
And echoes wall to wall
Our precious model of democracy
It's the House of Commons brawl
One member from some dark mill town
Furious did cry, as spittle frothed
On folded chin to damn the lie
Let's serve this brief amidst the rush
Of boohs and loud catcalls
Let's finish this right here and now
At the House of Commons brawl
Kick, punch with the government
As with jackets off they charged heaven bent
Scratch, gouge went the other side
As the party firmly did divide
Another day in the lives
Of those who would guide us through
It follows that we should by their example do
But there again I think for less
For Guy went to the wall
The wrong house but the right idea
To end the Commons brawl

"No Step"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993)

I looked out of my window
Saw a stencil black, no step(2x)
There were nervous mothers
With children crying in the back, no step(2x)
Someone bought me my ticket
Now I'm on the wing
Hope my angels are watching me
Do I hear them sing? No step(2x)
Those afterburners cut in
And kicked us high, no step(2x)
The thin air shimmered
The sun cut through
And burned my eye, no step(2x)
Someone bought me my ticket
Now I'm on the wing
Hope my angels are watching me
Do I hear them sing? No step(7x)
Give me a jet stream schooner
Or a crew-legged goose, no step(2x)
I'm a clear-air jockey
When they turn me loose, no step(2x)
Someone bought me my ticket
To the captain's seat
Will the shakes soon leave me
Will I find my feet? No step(5x)

"Drive On The Young Side of Life"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993)

Your mother she protected you
And softened every blow
And brought you up to fear the worst
To be careful as you go
And the learned educators
With drip-feed facts to fill
You up to here with reason
Well-meaning overkill
If you find yourself a-growing
To be old before your time
Get off the endless corridor
Set your soul out on the line
Drive on the young side of life
When the pressure pains are building
And you're forced to join the crush
In the race to mediocrity
So respectable and plush
And while the child within is raging
And threatens to break out
Get off the endless corridor
Make a timely turnabout
Drive on the young side of life

"I Don't Want To Be Me"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993)

Got a grand house out in the country
Marble pillars holding the door
Empty bottles lining the wall
From the night before
Got a Roller out in the garage
But the wheels are stuck to the floor
Got no reason to go anywhere
No friends call anymore
I don't want to be me, I don't want to be me
I know it's hard to see
But I don't want to be me
Had me playing down at the palace
I was declared the belle of the ball
Made the boys take my goods
And chattels away
Now I'm staring at an empty hall
I don't want to be me, I don't want to be me
I know it's hard to see
But I don't want to be me
Pardon me, I'm on my way
Pardon me but I'm going
Taking on the simple life
And I feel the grass roots growing
I'm going to ride the ragged road
Diamond spurs jangling into the sunset
No circuits running overload
Well maybe I'm not done yet
Now there's nothing left in the cupboard
And three bears been eating my soup
My life is one big critical mess
If you take a look
And the butler's off in Ibiza
On expense account gone berserk
But I can't check out of this crazy world
Without being a jerk
I don't want to be me, I don't want to be me
I know it's hard to see
But I don't want to be me

"Broadford Bazaar"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993), Heavy Horses (remaster) (2003), The Best of Acoustic Jethro Tull (2007)

Dirty white caravans down our road, sailing
Vivas, Cortinas, weaving in their wake
With hot, red-faced drivers
Horns flattened-fifths whaling
Pulling trust in blind corners as they overtake
And it's "Oh, come willing now
Spend a shilling now
Stack up the back of your new motor car"
There's home-dyed woollens
And wee plastic Cuillins
The day of the Broadford Bazaar
Out of the north, no oil-rigs are drifting
And jobs for the many are down to the few
Blue-bottled choppers, they visit no longer
Like flies to the jam pots
They were just passing through
And it's "Oh, come willing now
Spend a shilling now
Stack up the back of your new motor car"
Where once stood oil-rigs so phallic
There's only swear-words in Gaelic
To say at the Broadford Bazaar.
All people come down for the opening
Crofters and cotters, white settlers galore
And up the hill
There's an old sheep that's dying
But it had two new lambs born
Just a fortnight before
And it's "Oh, come willing now
Spend a shilling now
Stack up the back of your new motor car"
We'll take pounds, francs and dollars
From the well-heeled
And stamps from the Green Shield
The day of the Broadford Bazaar

"Lights Out"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993)

Last light's out, they're all abed
And something's in my room
Creeping down towards me on the wall
Daddy said it's just some flickering headlight
Through the gloom
Making shapes through trees outside the hall
But what the hell does he know?
He doesn't feel the dread
The cold restricting terror in the dark
I've seen that silhouette before
Something the newsman said
Something about some monster in the park
It's you, you're the man on the TV screen
It's you front page face of the dead
Locked up in the light of day
At night come out to play
To terrorize me there above my bed
The air is still and heavy now
There's thunder in the sky
He's dreaming up some message he can send
I'm scared completely helpless
And I think I'm going to cry
Are grownups brave or do they just pretend?
His face is growing clearer
I can see his eyes glow red
My teddy bear's the only friend I can feel
The shadow's hand slips down the wall
And touches teddy's head
I now suspect that shadow will touch me
It's you, you're the man on the TV screen
It's you front page face of the dead
Locked up in the light of day
At night come out to play
To terrorize me there above my bed, it's you

"Truck Stop Runner"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993)

Stopped off on a long drive
Down from the high country
Spent a long time sitting here
Long time counting hot miles
Oh, oh I'd like a cup of black coffee
And a piece of sweet cake
But the girl in the print dress
Doesn't want my money, she won't take it
She says, oh she says, oh she says
I just know you're a Leo
I can tell you've got a lion's heart
She went on in this way for a while
Like some 60's sister playing a part
Oh this cup of black coffee
Gonna do me just fine
Through the dust in the mirror tiles
I can see that door, keep it close behind
Oh she says, she says
Come on over to my house
Make a journey here sometime
You know there's a party going on
A ladder in my stocking you can climb
There's a ladder you can climb
Oh she looked so liberated
She was looking fit to start
She got this back to front and sideways
Wore her sleeve upon her heart
Oh, oh, just one more coffee's
'Bout all I can take
Have to do a truck stop runner now
I'm not man enough to make it
She says, she says
Oh she says, she says
Come on over to my house
Make a journey here sometime
You know there's a party going on
A ladder in my stocking you can climb
There's a ladder you can climb
Truck stop runner, I'll be a truck stop runner

"Hard Liner"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Nightcap (1993)

Hard liner, she brings ice when I bring fire
She's a hard liner
Tightrope cross Niagara, she'd cut the wire
Never feel a thing
Walked the sidewalk
Of another strange avenue
Kicked my heels and wished my feet
Were in some other shoes
But I'm not running from that hard liner
Well she brings ice when I bring fire
She's a real hard liner
How does she retain my heart's desire?
It's a funny thing, knows what she wants
Knows how to get it, too
Scares me with cold logic
Scares me with the witch's brew
But I keep on drinking, hard liner
Hard liner, I'm framed
And I'm hanging on the wall
She's a hard liner
I'm like some big game trophy
Hat-stand in the hall
But I remember warm and loving nights
Her hair, restaurants, swaying bust
Headlights, it's a funny thing
Hard liner, yeah
She brings ice when I bring fire
Hard liner, tightrope 'cross Niagara
Don't cut my wire
Hard liner, hard, hard liner
She brings sun when I bring rain
She's a real hard liner
Yeah, we've got it all crossed up again
Hard liner, hard liner
Now I don't think we can stay in the same town