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Jethro Tull Crest Of A Knave

was a middle-distance runner... (the translation wasn't clear). Could be a budding stately hero. International competition in a year. She was a good

they might give me compensation... That's not what I'm chasing. I was a rich man before yesterday. Now all I have got is a cheque and a pickup truck

high and circling low over blackened plains of Eden. There's a child and a woman praying for an end to the mystery. Hoping for a word in a letter

take me out the can. She said she was a dancer --- so she did. She said she was a dancer. If I believed it, it was my business. It felt like a merry

As I wake up in a room somewhere... dawn light not yet showing. There's just a thin horizon between me and her... the edge of a half-dream glowing

be a budding stately hero International competition in a year She was a good enough reason for a party (Well, you couldn't keep up on a hard track mile

In the dark of the city backwoods Something stirs then slips away Law and order in darkest Knights bridge Crime and punishment at play Hey Mr. Policeman

I ride I may not be coming back Left a lady with a heart All in pieces come apart, raising steam That engine up front Must have a heart big enough for

As the moon slips up and the sun sets down I'm a highrise jockey and I'm heaven bound Do the workboot shuffle, loose brains from brawn I'm a monkey puzzle