Crew Nights — текст песни (Jethro Tull)

Tear it down in double quick time

To get the eighth truck shifted bout midnight

The locker rooms are empty but the [strobo tickers? ][strobe boats? ]

Still spin with their pitching lights

And someone with a yellow pass

Gives out precise directions as to where and when



And here am I with a drumstick,

While young girls set to rendezvous, and be recognized again

Tomorrow is an off-day,

Be in baltimore by thursday is the only law.

Theres a suite down at the hotel

Reserved for making merry with connecting doors.

The lighting mans already improvised a bar,

And printed invitations to the ball.

Off duty cops line corridors wearing tull [two? ] t-shirts proudly

On the bands [...] wall



Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives,

Best boots and road suits and nine lives.



Feeling that it might be wrong to

Temporarily belong to the p.a. man [men? ]

Some angel from the midwest is regretting being

Undressed with no suntan

His polaroid is snapping

The head carpenter is rapping on

The gates of dawn



Sitting lonely with a warm beer

The girl with dental braces wishes that she hadnt gone.



Crew nights, no bar fights or [feeders? ] [veeders? ] wives

Thin walls and late [blade? ] calls and nine lives.



[ken stitzel writes: still no clue on the first line, but I think

``late calls is definitely correct for the second line. it makes

Sense from a stagehand terminology perspective. I know that it

Sounds like theres a ``b sound in there, but I think its just a

Minor flaw in ians diction. (its really tough to sing clearly,

Especially in rock music.)]



Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives,

Best boots and road suits and nine lives.