"Beastie"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

The Broadsword and The Beast (1982), Through The Years (1997), The Broadsword and The Beast (Remaster) (2005)

From early days of infancy
Through trembling years of youth
Long murky middle-ages
And final hours long in the tooth
He's the hundred names of terror
Creature you love the least
Picture his name before you
And exorcise the beast
He roved up and down through history
Spectre with tales to tell
In the darkness when the campfire's dead
To each his private hell
If you look behind your shoulder
As you feel his eyes to feast
You can witness now
The everchanging nature of the beast, Beastie
If you wear a warmer sporran
You can keep the foe at bay
You can pop those pills
And visit some psychiatrist who'll say
There's nothing I can do for you
Everywhere's a danger zone
I'd love to help get rid of it
But I've got one of my own
There's a beast upon my shoulder
And a fiend upon my back
Feel his burning breath a heaving
Smoke oozing from his stack
And he moves beneath the covers
Or he lies below the bed
He's the beast upon your shoulder
He's the price upon your head
He's the lonely fear of dying
And for some, of living too
He's your private nightmare pricking
He'd just love to turn the screw
So stand as one defiant
Yes, and let your voices swell
Stare that beastie in the face
And really give him hell

"The Clasp"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

The Broadsword and The Beast (1982), 20 Years of Jethro Tull: III. The Essential Tull (1988), The Broadsword and The Beast (Remaster) (2005)

We travellers on the endless wastes
In single orbits, gliding
Cold-eyed march towards the dawn
Behind hard-weather hoods a-hiding
Meeting as the tall ships do
Passing in the channel
Afraid to chance a gentle touch
Afraid to make the clasp
In high-rise city canyons dwells
The discontent of ages, on ring roads
Nose to bumper
Crawl commuters in their cages
Cryptic signals flash
Across from pilots in the fast lane
Double-locked and belted in
Too late to make the clasp
Let's break the journey now
On some lonely road
Sit down as strangers will, let the stress unload
Talk in confidential terms
Share a dark unspoken fear
Refill the cup and drink it up
Say goodnight and wish good luck
Synthetic chiefs with frozen smiles
Holding unsteady courses
Grip the reins of history
High on their battle horses
And meeting as good statesmen do
Before the T.V. eyes of millions
Hand to hand exchange the lie
Pretend to make the clasp

"Fallen On Hard Times"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

The Broadsword and The Beast (1982), 20 Years of Jethro Tull: III. The Essential Tull (1988), The Broadsword and The Beast (Remaster) (2005)

Fallen on hard times, but it feels good to know
That milk and honey's just around the bend
Running on bad lines, we'd better run as we go
Tear up, tear up the overdraft again
Oh, dear Prime Minister, it's all such a mess
Go right ahead and pull the rotten tooth
Oh, Mr. President, you've been put to the test
Come clean, for once, and hit us with the truth
Looking for sunshine
Oh but it's black and it's cold
Yet, you say that milk and honey's
Just round the bend
Giving us a hard time
My friends handing us the same line again
Fallen on hard times
And there's nowhere to hide
Now they've re-possessed
The Rolls Royce and the mink
Turning on the peace sign
And it's back to the wood
Soon there will be raised a holy stink
Somebody wake me
I've been sleeping too long
Oh, I don't have to take this lying down
You can keep your promises
Shove `em where they belong
Don't ask me to the party, won't be around

"Flying Colours"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

The Broadsword and The Beast (1982), The Broadsword and The Beast (Remaster) (2005)

Shout if you will, but that just won't do
I, for one, would rather follow softer options
I'll take the easy line, another sip of wine
And if I ignore the face you wore
It's just a way of mine
To keep from flying colours
Don't lay your bait while the whole world waits
Around to see me shoot you down
It's all so second-rate
When we can last for days on a loving night
Or for hours at least on a warm whisper given
You always pick the best time
To rise to the fight
To break the hard bargain that we've driven
Once again we're flying colours
I thought we had it out the night before
And settled old scores, but not the hard way
Was it a glass too much? Or a smile too few?
Did our friends all catch the needle match
Did we want them to?
In a fancy restaurant we were all aglow
Keeping cool by mutual permission
How did the conversation
Get to where we came to blows?
We were set up in a red condition
And again we're flying colours
Shout, but you see it still won't do
With my colours on
I can be just as bad as you
Have I had a glass too much?
Did I give a smile too few?
Did our friends all catch the needle match
Did we want them to?
We act our parts so well, like we wrote the play
All so predictable and we know it
We'll settle old scores now
And settle the hard way
You may not even live to outgrow it
Once again we're flying colours

"Slow Marching Band"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

The Broadsword and The Beast (1982), The Broadsword and The Beast (Remaster) (2005)

Would you join a slow marching band?
And take pleasure in your leaving
As the ferry sails and tears are dried
And cows come home at evening
Could you get behind a slow marching band?
And join together in the passing
Of all we shared through yesterdays
In sorrows neverlasting
Take a hand and take a bow
You played for me, that's all for now
Oh, and never mind the words
Just hum along and keep on going
Walk on slowly, don't look behind you
Don't say goodbye, love, I won't remind you
Dream of me as the nights draw cold
Still marking time through Winter
You paid the piper and called the tune
And you marched the band away
Take a hand and take a bow
You played for me, that's all for now
Oh, and never mind the words
Just hum along and keep on going
Walk on slowly, don't look behind you
Don't say goodbye, love, I won't remind you

"Broadsword"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

The Broadsword and The Beast (1982), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: Remixed Classic Songs (1993), The Best of Jethro Tull: The Anniversary Collection (1993), 36 Greatest Hits (1998), The Very Best of Jethro Tull (2001), The Broadsword and The Beast (Remaster) (2005)

I see a dark sail on the horizon
Set under a black cloud that hides the sun
Bring me my broadsword
And clear understanding
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman
Get up to the roundhouse
On the cliff-top standing
Take women and children and bed them down
Bring me my broadsword
And clear understanding
Bring me my cross of gold as a talisman
Bless with a hard heart those who surround me
Bless the women and children
Who firm our hands
Put our backs to the north wind
Hold fast by the river
Sweet memories to drive us on
For the motherland

"Pussy Willow"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

The Broadsword and The Beast (1982), Live At Hammersmith '84 (1990), A Little Light Music (1992), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: Potpourri - Live Across The World And Through The Years (1993), The Best of Jethro Tull: The Anniversary Collection (1993), The Broadsword and The Beast (Remaster) (2005)

In the half-tone light of a young morning
She sighs and shifts on the pillow
And across her face dancing
The first shadows fly to kiss the Pussy Willow
In her fairy-tale world she's a lost soul singing
In a sad voice nobody hears
She waits in her castle of make-believing
For her white knight to appear
Pussy Willow, down fur-lined avenue
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes
Runs for the train, see, eight o'clock's coming
Cutting dreams down to size again
Pussy Willow, down fur-lined avenue
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes
Runs from the train
Hear her typewriter humming
Cutting dreams down to size again
She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing
An apartment in old Mayfair
Or to fish the Spey
Spinning the first run of Spring
Or to die for a cause somewhere
Pussy Willow, down fur-lined avenue
Brushing the sleep from her young woman eyes
Runs from the train
Hear her typewriter humming
Cutting dreams down to size again

"Watching Me Watching You"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

The Broadsword and The Beast (1982), The Broadsword and The Beast (Remaster) (2005)

I sit by the cutting on the Beaconsfield line
He's watching me watching the trains go by
And they move so fast, boy, they really fly
He's still watching me watching you
Watching the trains go by
And the way he stares
Feel like locking my door
And pulling my phone from the wall
His eyes, like lights from a laser
Burn making my hair stand
Making the goose-bumps crawl
He's watching me watching you
Watching him watching me
I'm watching you watching him
Watching me watching Stares
At the cocktail party
With a Bucks Fizz in my hand
I feel him watching me watching the girls go by
And they move so smooth without even trying
He's still watching me watching you
Watching the trains go by
And the crowd thins and he moves up close
But he doesn't speak
I have to look the other way
But curiosity gets
The better part of me and I peek
Got two drinks in his hand, see his lips move
What the hell's he trying to say
He's watching me watching you
Watching him watching me
I'm watching you watching him
Wtching me watching Stares
He's watching me watching you
Watching him watching me
He's watching me watching you
Watching the trains go by
He's watching me watching you
Watching him watching me
He's watching me watching you
Watching him watching me
He's watching me watching you
Watching him watching me
Watching him watching

"Seal Driver"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

The Broadsword and The Beast (1982), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: Potpourri - Live Across The World And Through The Years (1993), The Broadsword and The Beast (Remaster) (2005)

Take you away for my magic ship
I have two hundred deisel horses
Thundering loud
Sea birds call your name
And the mountain's on fire
As the summer lightening
Cuts the sky like a hot wire
And you ride on the swell
And your heart is alive
Think I'll make you my seal driver
I'm no great looker, I'm no fast shakes
I'll give you a steady push
On a six knot simmering high tide
I can hold us down, keep our head to the wind
Or let us roll on the broadside
Cold spray flying in and we'll ride on the swell
And our hearts are alive
Let me make you my seal driver
I could captain you if you'd crew for me
Follow white flecked spindrift
Float on a moonkissed sea
Could you fancy me as a pirate bold
Or a longship Viking warrior
With the old gods onhis side?
Well I'm an inshore man and I'm nobody's hero
But I'll make you tight
For a windy night and a dark ride
Let me take you in hand and bring you alive
Going to make you my seal driver

"Cheerio"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

The Broadsword and The Beast (1982), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: The Beacons Bottom Tapes (1993), The Very Best of Jethro Tull (2001), Living With The Past (2002)

Along the coast road
By the headland the early lights of winter glow
I'll pour a cup to you my darling
Raise it up, say Cheerio