Πίσω σε ό,τι προλάβουμε να σώσουμε από το αυγουστιάτικο αφιέρωμα, αρχίζοντας με κάτι από τον συνθέτη του μήνα. Από το Roots To Branches του 1995, άλμπουμ – επιστροφή των Jethro Tull στο ‘70s spirit [με την προσθήκη ινδικών καρυκευμάτων] ακούμε ένα track επίκαιρο από …μετεωρολογικής απόψεως.

Back to what we can rescue from the August tribute, starting with something by this month’s composer. From 1995’s Roots To Branches, Jethro Tull’s album – return to the ’70s spirit [with the addition of Indian spices] we hear a song relevant from a …meteorological point of view.

Brings jasmine tea on a painted tray
And bends to kiss my frown away.
But I’m still still stuck in the August rain;
Stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
The cover’s on, the coast is clear.
We’re all battened down, only us here.
But I’m still still stuck in the August rain;
Stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
She walks between the lines
And she can read my signs.
Stuck out in the August rain:
Out in the cloudburst once again.
Single-minded in my gloom.
I appear to revel in this darkened room.
But I’m still still stuck in the August rain;
Stuck out in the cloudburst once again.
She walks between the lines
And she can read my signs.
Stuck out in the August rain:
Out in the cloudburst once again.