*************************************************************** J E T H R O T U L L p&c 1979 " Stormwa...." *************************************************************** * North Sea Oil * Black and viscous - bound to cure blue lethargy Sugar-plum petroleum for energy Tightrope-balanced payments need a small reprieve Oh, please believe we want to be in North Sea Oil New-found wealth sits on the shelf of yesterday Hot-air balloon - inflation soon will make you pay Riggers rig and diggers dig their shallow grave but we'll be saved and what we crave is North Sea Oil Prices boom in Aberdeen and London Town Ten more years to lay the fears, erase the frown before we are all nuclear - the better way ! Oh, let us pray: we want to stay in North Sea Oil * Orion * Orion, light your lights: come guard the open spaces from the black horizon to the pillow where I lie. Your faithful dog shines brighter than its lord and master Your jewelled sword twinkles as the world rolls by. So come up singing above the cloudy cover. Stare through at people who toss fitful in their sleep. I know you're watching as the old gent by the station scuffs his toes on old fag packets lying in the street And silver shadows flick across the closing bistro. Sweet waiters link their arms and patter down the street, their words lost blowing on cold winds in darkest Chelsea. Prime years fly fading with each young heart's beat And young girls shiver as they wait by lonely bus-stops after sad parties: no-one to take them home to greasy bed-sittens and make a late-night play for lost virginity a thousand miles away. Orion, won't you give me your star sign Orion, get up on the sky-line I'm high on my hill and feel fine Orion, let's sip the heaven's heady wine * Home * As the dawn sun breaks over sleepy gardens I'll be here to do all things to comfort you. And though I've been away left you alone this way why don't you come awake and let your first smile take me home. The shadows in the park were longer yesterday and Lady Luck stood still, waiting for the kill. And on a jumbo ride over seas grey, deep and wide I flew for heaven's sake and let the angels take me home Down steep and narrow lanes I see the chimneys smoking above the golden fields ... know what the robin feels in his summer jamboree. All elements agree in sweet and stormy blend - midwife to winds that send me home. * Dark Ages * Darlings are you ready for the long winter's fall ? said the lady in her parlour said the butler in the hall. Is there time for another ? said the drunkard in his sleep. Not likely said the little child. What's done the Lord can keep. And the vicar stands a-praying And the television dies as the white dot flickers and is gone and no-one stops to cry. The big jet rumbles over runway miles that scar the patchwork green where slick tycoons and rick buffoons have opened up the seam of golden nights and champagne flights ad-man overkill and in the raze consumer crazed we take the sugar pill. Jagged fires mark the picket lines the politicians weep and mealy-mouthed through corridors of power on tip-toe creep Came and see bureaucracy make its final heave and let the new disorder through while senses take their leave. Families screaming line the streets and put the windows through in corner shops where keepers kept the country's life-blood blue. Take their pick and try the trick with loaves and fishes shared and the vicar shouts as the lights go out and no-one really cares. Dark Ages shaking the dead Closed pages better not read Cold rages burn in your head. * Warm Sporran (Instrumental) *