Lirik Lagu Ears Of Tin - Jethro Tull
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In the last hours of a sunset rendezvousChill breeze against tide,That carries me from you.Got a job in a southern cityGot some lead-free in my tank.Now I must whisper goodbyeI'm bound for the mainland.
Island in the city, cut by a cold sea.People moving on an ocean.Groundswell of humanity.Now the sum breaks through rainAs I climb Glen ShielOn the trail of those old cattlemenWho drove their bargain south again.And in the eyes of those five,Five sisters of KintailThere's a wink of seduction from the mainland.
Island in the city, cut by a cold sea.People moving on an ocean.Groundswell of humanity.Storm-lashed on the high-rise,Their words are spray to the wind.Blown like silent laughter.Falling on ears of tin.Take my heart and take my brawn.Take by stealth or take by stormSet my brain to cruise.I can see the glow of the suburb lights.I'm fresh from the out-worldSinging the mainland blues.
There was a girl where I came from.Seems a long time, long time, long time gone by.Wears the west wind in her hair.She calls from the hill, yeah,She calls in my mainland blues.
There's a coast road that windsTo heaven's doorWhere a fat ferry floatsOn muted diesel roar.And there's a light on the hillsideAnd there's a flame in her eyes,But how cold the lights burn on the mainland.
Island in the city, cut by a cold sea.People moving on an ocean.Groundswell of humanity.Storm-lashed on the high-riseTheir words are spray to the wind.Blown like silent laughter.Falling on ears of tinIn my mainland blues.
Island in the city, cut by a cold sea.People moving on an ocean.Groundswell of humanity.Now the sum breaks through rainAs I climb Glen ShielOn the trail of those old cattlemenWho drove their bargain south again.And in the eyes of those five,Five sisters of KintailThere's a wink of seduction from the mainland.
Island in the city, cut by a cold sea.People moving on an ocean.Groundswell of humanity.Storm-lashed on the high-rise,Their words are spray to the wind.Blown like silent laughter.Falling on ears of tin.Take my heart and take my brawn.Take by stealth or take by stormSet my brain to cruise.I can see the glow of the suburb lights.I'm fresh from the out-worldSinging the mainland blues.
There was a girl where I came from.Seems a long time, long time, long time gone by.Wears the west wind in her hair.She calls from the hill, yeah,She calls in my mainland blues.
There's a coast road that windsTo heaven's doorWhere a fat ferry floatsOn muted diesel roar.And there's a light on the hillsideAnd there's a flame in her eyes,But how cold the lights burn on the mainland.
Island in the city, cut by a cold sea.People moving on an ocean.Groundswell of humanity.Storm-lashed on the high-riseTheir words are spray to the wind.Blown like silent laughter.Falling on ears of tinIn my mainland blues.
