Jethro Tull Quotes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

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

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.

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

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.

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

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

Join the crazed institution of the stars.

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

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

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

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

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

Too many temples where we could worship the beast.

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

The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.

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

She's a warm fart at Christmas.

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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

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

My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.

Songs from the wood make you feel much better.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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