Calliandra Shade (The Cappuccino Song)
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Rupi's Dance (2003), Ian Anderson Plays The Orchestral Jethro Tull (2005), The Ian Anderson Collection (2006)

I sit in judgement on the market square
I have my favourite table and I have my chair
Natives are friendly and the sun flies high
All kinds of crazy waiters, they go drifting by
Come, sit with me
And take decaf designer coffee
Come, laugh and listen
As the ragamuffin children play
Lame dog and a black cat, now
They shuffle in the shadows
You got cappuccino lip on a short skirt day
Hours last forever in the Calliandra shade
Conversation going nowhere
And yet, everywhere
Kick off those sad shoes
And let the bare toes tingle
Slip off the shoulder strap
Loosen the thick black hair
Electric afternoon
And shrill cellphones are mating
Lame dog is dreaming
Dreaming of a better life
Where bed is fluffy pillows
Table scraps are filet mignon
Flicked indiscretely by the lazy waiterís knife

Rupiís Dance
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Rupi's Dance (2003), The Ian Anderson Collection (2006), The Best of Acoustic Jethro Tull (2007)

She dances through the flower-filled room
Sea-green eyes a-sparking, or are they blue?
The message clear: seduce the master
Winking, dainty feet circles inscribe
Upon the frozen parquet
Arabesque in compound time:
Stately Pavane or Bourťe
Sultry smile, come hither gaze
Black hair softly shining
Calls me up to half-lit bed
Sweet cloud with golden lining
Oh, so young with ageless smile
Born of ungodly maker
Draws me: moth to candle bright
Fiery pleasure-seeker
She dances through the flower-filled room
Sea-green eyes a-sparking
Itís Rupiís dance: the message clear
Her movement does the talking

Lost In Crowds
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Rupi's Dance (2003), The Ian Anderson Collection (2006)

I get lost in crowds: if I can
I remain invisible to the hungry mouths
I stay unapproachable
I wear the landscape of the urban chameleon
Scarred by attention
And quietly addicted to innocence
So, who am I? Come on: ask me, I dare you.
So, who am I? Come on: question me
If you care to
And why not try to interrogate this apparition?
I melt away to get lost in this quaint condition
At starry parties where
Amongst the rich and the famous
Iím stuck for words: or worse
I blether with the best of them
I see their eyes glaze
And they look for the drinks tray
Something in the drift
Of my conversation bothers them
So, who am I? Come on: ask me, etc.
In scary airports, in concourses over-filled
I am detached in serious observation
As a passenger, I become un-tethered when
I get lost in clouds:
At home with my own quiet company
Herald Tribune or USA Today
Sauvignon Blanc or oaky Chardonnay
Asleep for the movie. Awake for the dawn
Dancing on England and hedgerows
Embossed on a carpet of green
I descend and, forgive me
I mean to get lost in crowds

A Raft of Penguins
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Rupi's Dance (2003), The Ian Anderson Collection (2006)

A raft of penguins on a frozen sea
Expectant faces look down on me
Shuffle uneasy, the whistler plays
Counting eleven, they begin to pray
Tenuous but clinging, the missing link
Joins us, closer than we might think
Some half remembered coarse jungle drum
A naked heart-beat, trill and hum
This worldís no stage for the faint at heart
Each symphony, a sum of parts
Each overture, a sweet foreplay
Letís crash and burn some other day
Bonded in terror or suspicion deep
Tentative tiptoe or giant leap
Call down the angels to guide them
In a raft of penguins take to the wing

A Week of Moments
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Rupi's Dance (2003), The Ian Anderson Collection (2006)

A week of moments, a clutch of days
Ten thousand minutes of a Passion Play
Medley of quavers informs the tune
Itís all too much: over all too soon
Sweet condensation on chilling wine
Travelerís palm, flamboyant tree
Fast photos ripped and lost consign
A week of moments to faint memory
A week of moments plucked from the page
Found far horizons, a sunset stage
Suitcases bulge, in silence packed
A chapter closed: no looking back
The lightest touch upon my arm
No fierce restraint, no call to stay
Hushed room maids glide like pawns to king
With pool attendants in chess piece array

A Hand of Thumbs
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Rupi's Dance (2003), The Ian Anderson Collection (2006)

My hand of thumbs is shaking
I am so glad to meet you
All tongue-tied and twisted
My lips stuck like glue
More than a lifetime to say, "How are you?"
More than an ocean to cross becalmed
Less than a second to sink in silence
Yours truly, I remain disarmed
Saw you peeping from the corner
Your eyes seemed to call hello
Iím all too easily mistaken
My feet unsteady as they go
Was I a suave and confident trickster
I would sweep you up and carry you down
To raspberry meadows
Under diamond skies and just mess around
Just mess around

Eurology
music by Ian Anderson

Rupi's Dance (2003), Ian Anderson Plays The Orchestral Jethro Tull (2005), The Ian Anderson Collection (2006)

Old Black Cat
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Rupi's Dance (2003), The Ian Anderson Collection (2006)

My old black cat passed away this morning
He never knew what a hard day was
Woke up late and danced on tin roofs
If questioned "Why?"
Answered, "Just because."
He never spoke much, preferring silence
Eight lost lives was all he had
Occasionally sneaked some Sunday dinner
He wasnít good and he wasnít bad
My old black cat wasnít much of a looker
You could pass him by, just a quiet shadow
Got pushed around by all the other little guys
Didnít seem to mind much
Just the way life goes
Padded about in furry slippers
Didnít make any special friends
He played it cool with wide-eyed innocence
Receiving gladly what the good Lord sends
Forgot to give his Christmas present
Black cat collar, nice and new
Thought heíd make it through to New Year
I guess this song will have to do
My old black cat, old black cat

Photo Shop
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Rupi's Dance (2003), The Ian Anderson Collection (2006)

A Morris Minor, a cafť noir
Banana smoothie, snails in a jar
Three dodgy sailors, a girl on skates
A little too muscled from doing weights
A family wedding, a sushi bar
In the Seychelles, karaoke star
Lads on the razzle get lost in love
Paddington station, rain clouds above
The crumpled sheets of a long hot summer
Stored images like an acorn, drop
Squirreled away, but still remembered
By the man in the photo shop
Rush hour on Praed Street: behind the glass
A picture process, in one hour fast
Intimate portraits of topless wives
Flashed indiscretions: snap-happy lives

Pigeon Flying Over Berlin Zoo
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Rupi's Dance (2003), The Ian Anderson Collection (2006)

Iím thinking free, like the bird, flying over
Over the animals in the zoo, how do you do?
Whatís it like to be in there? Think about it
Youíre locked behind wires, safe and warm
Under house arrest protection from the wild
Wild storm and tempest raging
Here on the outside, think about it
Pigeon I, pigeon toed, Iím pigeon-friendly
As pigeons go, pigeon lonely, pigeon English
Whatís it like to be in there? Think about it
Harsh spaces, empty freedom
Scary concept, wrong side of the window
Which one of us will wake
Imprisoned come tomorrow? Think about it
Give it due consideration, weigh it up
Kiss me quickly, pigeon friendly
Let me in there to be with you, mull it over.
(Think about it.)

Griminelliís Lament
music by Ian Anderson

Rupi's Dance (2003), Ian Anderson Plays The Orchestral Jethro Tull (2005), The Ian Anderson Collection (2006)

Not Ralitsa Vassileva
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Rupi's Dance (2003), The Ian Anderson Collection (2006)

Dinner table chattering classes
Tell all we need to know
Like it, lump it, dig it, dump it
On your late, late show
And do you think youíre Ralitsa Vassileva?
Youíre just hand-me-down news in a cookie jar
Itís a long way from here to CNN in America
And a red-eyed opinion too far
Dish the dirt or dish the gravy
Spill the beans to me
Sinking fast in terminal boredom
Feigned interest flying free
And do you think youíre Ralitsa Vassileva etc.
Talking monkey, breaking news junkie
Tragedies to reveal
Light and breezy, up-beat squeezy
Close in to touchy-feel
Pass the Merlot, dance the three-step
Cut to a better chase
Align yourself with no proposition
And simpler thoughts embrace
Letís talk about me. Letís talk about you
In a world of private rooms
Hide awhile from dark stormbringers
Sad messengers of doom
Sadly, you canít be Ralitsa Vassileva etc.
And do you think youíre Ralitsa Vassileva etc.

Two Short Planks
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Rupi's Dance (2003), The Ian Anderson Collection (2006)

Find some way to square the circle
Feet slipping
Sliding on the level, connect to reason
Is there anybody there?
Drum it in to me now if you dare
Triangles by Isosceles
Principles by Archimedes
Amo, amas; even amat
Make for one less way to skin the cat
Two short planks, try my luck on another day
Must be thick as two short planks
Thatís about all that I have to say
Two short planks
Pop the question: I sit the test
Must be thick as two short planks
Spin me round till I come to rest
They say truth comes flooding if you let it
But what happens if I just donít get it?
Iím blissful in my sweet ignorance
And delight in my incompetence
Two short planks, try my luck on another day
Must be thick as two short planks
Thatís about all that I have to say
Two short planks
Pop the question: I sit the test
Must be thick as two short planks
Spin me round till I come to rest