Δύο ακόμα τραγούδια για το αφιέρωμα στο συνθέτη του μήνα. Από το άλμπουμ Catfish Rising των early ’90s το πρώτο, και το δεύτερο από το μνημειώδες Bursting Out, τη live κυκλοφορία του κλασικού line-up των Jethro Tull, 1978, σε διπλό βινύλιο.
Two more songs for the composer of the month tribute. One from the early ’90s album Catfish Rising, and one from the monumental Bursting Out, the live release from Jethro Tull’s classic line-up, in 1978, on double vinyl.

THIS IS NOT LOVE [00:00]
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
Snapped our heels half-heartedly.
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.
How come you know better than me that this is not love?
No, this is not love.
This is not love, yeah.
How come you know better than me,
Well, how come you know better than me.
So how come you know better than me that this is not love?
This is not love.
Down to the sad south, smoky 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
Snapped our heels half-heartedly.
And how come you know better than me that this is not love?
No, this is not love.
No, this is not love.
This is not love, this is not love, this is not love

NO LULLABY [03:51]
Keep your eyes open
And prick up your ears
Rehearse your loudest cry.
There’s folk out there
Who would do you harm
So I’ll sing you no lullaby.
There’s a lock on the window;
There’s a chain on the door:
A big dog in the hall.
But there’s dragons and beasties
Out there in the night
To snatch you if you fall.
So come out fighting
With your rattle in hand.
Thrust and parry. Light
A match to catch the devil’s eye.
Bring a cross of fire to the fight.
And let no sleep bring false relief
From the tension of the fray.
Come wake the dead with the scream of life.
Do battle with ghosts at play.
Gather your toys at the call-to-arms
And swing your big bear down.
Upon our necks when we come to set
You sleeping safe and sound.
It’s as well we tell no lie
To chase the face that cries.
And little birds can’t fly
So keep an open eye.
It’s as well we tell no lie
So I’ll sing you no lullaby.