A song within a song (Baker Street Muse) which is my particular favourite part, so i uploaded it. From beginning of Mother England Reverie to the end of the song, plus a bit of after stuff. LYRICS I have no time for Time Magazine or Rolling Stone. I have no wish for wishing wells or wishing bones. I have no house in the country, I have no motor car. And if you think I'm joking, then I'm just a one-line joker in a public bar. And it seems there's nobody left for tennis; and I'm a one-band-man. And I want no Top Twenty funeral or a hundred grand. There was a little boy stood on a burning log, rubbing his hands with glee. He said, "Oh Mother England, did you light my smile - or did you light this fire under me? One day I'll be a minstrel in the gallery, and paint you a picture of the queen. And if sometimes I sing to a cynical degree, it's just the nonsense that it seems." So I drift down through the Baker Street valley, in my steep-sided unreality. And when all's said and all's done, I couldn't wish for a better one. It's a real-life ripe dead certainty - that I'm just a Baker Street Muse. Hopping down the gutter, stinking, winking in the same old way. And I tried to catch my eye but I looked the other way. Indian restaurants that curry my brain, newspaper warriors changing the names they advertise from the station stand. Circumcised with cold print hands. Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window heel. Shady gentleman. Fly-button feel. In the underpass, the blind man stands with <b>...</b>
Jethro
Tull
Baker
Street
Muse
Mother
England
Reverie
Ian
Anderson
Prog
rock
Minstrel
In
the
Gallery
london
