One White Duck/0=nothing At All
Theres a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.
And theres a note on the telephone --- some roses on a
Tray.
And the motorways stretching right out to us all,
As I pull on my old wings --- one white duck
On your wall.
Isnt it just too damn real?
Ill catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow.
And Ill float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft
And low.
Theres a picture-view postcard to say that I called.
You can see from the fireplace, one white duck
On your wall.
Isnt it just too damn real?
So fly away peter and fly away paul --- from the
Finger-tip ledge of contentment.
The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls.
And Im probably bound to deceive you after all.
Something must be wrong with me and my brain ---
If Im so patently unrewarding.
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that
Way --- and my zero to your power of ten equals
Nothing at all.
Theres no double-lock defense; theres no chain on my door.
Im available for consultation,
But remember your way in is also my way out, and
Loves four-letter word is no compensation.
Well, Im the black ace dog-handler: Im a waiter on
Skates --- so dont you jump to your foreskin conclusion.
Because Im up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays ---
To be cleared before I can dine on your sweet sunday
Lunch confusion.
song performed by Jethro Tull
Added by Lucian Velea
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