Jethro Tull Quotations

The poet lifts his pen as the soldier sheaths his sword.

Sitting on a park bench, eyeing up little girls with bad intent.

Sand castle virtues are all swept away, in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.

You set your wealth in Godly deeds against the seeds you've laid.

Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink.

I don't think music should be easy to listen to, I think music of all kinds should require an effort for everyone involved.

He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me.

I don't know about carry out, but you can carry me off to bed.

I'll pour a cup to you my darling, raise it up, say Cheerio.

Who the hell can he be? He's never had V.D.

Give us Direction; the best of goodwill; Put us in touch with fair winds. Sing to us softly, hum the evening's song. Tell us what the blacksmith has done for you.

Too many temples where we could worship the beast.

I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree.

Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there.

Ages passed I knew at last my life had never been.

Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win.

And a bearded lady said to me...

Her legs went on forever, like staring at infinity through a wisp of cotton panty along a skin of satin sea.

Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.

The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.

Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no.

We'll have Superman for President, let Robin save the day.

She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.

Everyone's saved, we're in the grave. See you there for afternoon tea.

In the beginning Man created God: and in the image of Man created he him.

In the beginning Man created God; and in the image of Man created he him. And Man gave unto God a multitude of names, that he might be Lord over the earth when it was suited to man.

Be sure to leave your underpants with someone you can trust.

Take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.

The legends lie cradled in the seagulls call, and the promise they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.

Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view.

God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.

The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.

Join the crazed institution of the stars.

She's a warm fart at Christmas.

In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.

Songs from the wood make you feel much better.

The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.

The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed.

For the May Day is the great day, Sung along the old straight track. And those who ancient lines did ley Will heed this song that calls them back... Pass the cup, and pass the Lady, And pass the plate to all who hunger, Pass the wit of ancient wisdom, Pass the cup of crimson wonder.

A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.

He hears the silence howling catches angels as they fall, and the all time winner has got him by the fun.

He's watching me watching you watching him watching me watching him watching.

Hold your head up to the gun of a million cathode ray tubes aired at your tiny skull.

All sorts of dung and compost contain some matter which, when mixed with the soil, ferments therein; and by such ferment dissolves, crumbles, and divides the earth very much. This is the chief and almost only use of dung. ... This proves, that its (manure) use is not to nourish, but to dissolve, i.e., divide the terrestrial matter, which affords nourishment to the Mouths of vegetable roots. His underestimate of the value of manure.

Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand?

I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.

I'll make love to you in all good places, under black mountains and open spaces.

I came across Mother Goose, so I turned her loose, she was screaming.

Did you ever get the feeling that the story's too damn real?

How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?

Lend me your ear, while I call you a fool.

My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.

Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun. No sense in sitting there hating everyone.

To tell the truth, I'd scare me too.

You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.