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Wednesday, November 25, 2015

Roots To Branches Lyrics

Someone asked me about the lyrics of the song by Jethro Tull that I put in the sidebar, here on this site. I pasted them below. The song always makes me think. 

Words get written, words get twisted
Old meanings move in the drift of time
Lift the flickering torches, see gentle shadows change 
The features of the faces cut in unmoving stone

Bad mouth on a prayer day
Hope no one's listening
Roots down in the wet clay
Branches glistening

True disciples carrying that message
To color just a little with their personal touch
Home-spun fancy weavers and naked half believers
Crusades and creeds descend like fiery flakes of snow

Bad mouth on a prayer day
Hope no one's listening
Roots down in the wet clay
Branches glistening

Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches

In wet and windy priest holes, grand in vast cathedrals
High on lofty minarets or in a temples of doom
I hope the old man's got his face on
He'd better be some quick change artist
Suffer little children to make their minds up soon

Bad mouth on a prayer day
Hope no one's listening
Roots down in the wet clay
Branches glistening

Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches. 
Roots to branches. Roots to branches. Roots to branches

                                                Ian Anderson, from the
                                                album, Roots to Branches
                                                by Jethro Tull

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