Pink Floyd - Julia Dream

Sunlight bright upon my pillow
lighter than an eiderdown
will she let the weeping willow
wind his branches round

Julia dream
dream that queen
queen of all my dreams

Every night I turn the light out
waiting for the velvet bride
will the scaly armadillo
find me where I'm hiding?

Julia dream
dream that queen
queen of all my dreams

Will the misty master break me?
will the key unlock my mind?
will the following footsteps catch me?
am I really dying?

Julia dream
dream that queen
queen of all my dreams

Jethro Tull - Teacher

Well the dawn was coming,
heard him ringing on my bell.
He said, ``My name's the teacher,
that is what I call myself.
And I have a lesson
that I must impart to you.
It's an old expression
but I must insist it's true.
Jump up, look around,
find yourself some fun,
no sense in sitting there hating everyone.
No man's an island and his castle isn't home,
the nest is for nothing when the bird has flown.''
So I took a journey,
threw my world into the sea.
With me went the teacher
who found fun instead of me.
Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed.
I try to socialize but I can't seem to find
what I was looking for, got something on my mind.
Then the teacher told me
it had been a lot of fun.
Thanked me for his ticket
and all that I had done.
Hey man, what's the plan, what was that you said?
Sun-tanned, drink in hand, lying there in bed.
I try to socialize but I can't seem to find
what I was looking for, got something on my mind.

Jethro Tull - Sealion

Over the mountains, and under the sky-riding dirty grey horses,go you and I.
Mating with chance, copulating with mirth-the sad-glad playmasters (for what it's worth).
The ice cream castles are refrigerated:the super-marketeers are on parade.
There's a golden handshake hanging around your neck, as you light your cigarette on- the b-urning deck.
And you balance your world pn the tip of your nose-like a Sealion with a ball, at the carnival.
You wear a shiny skin and a funny hat-the Almighy Animal Trainer lets it go at that, You bark ever-so-slightly at the Trainer's gun,with your whiskers melting in the noon-day sun.
You flip and you flop under the Big White Top where the long-legged ring mistress stars and stops.
But you know, after all, the act is wearing thin-as the crowd grows uneasy and the boos begin.
But you balance the world on the tip of your nose-you're a Sealion with a ball, at the carnival.

Just a trace of pride upon our fixed grins-for there is no business like the show we're in.
There is no reason, no rhyme, no right to leave the circus 'til we've said good-night.
The same performance, in the same old way;it's the same old story to this Passion Play.
So we'll shoot the mooon, and hope to call the tune-and make no pin cushion of this big balloon.
Look how we balance the world on the tips of our noses,like Sealions with a ball, at the carnival.