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Jethro Tull

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Baker street muse (Baker street muse)

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Жанры : progressive rock classic rock folk rock rock progressive

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Windy bus-stop. Click. Shop-window. Heel.
Shady gentleman. Fly-button. Feel.
In the underpass, the blind man stands. With cold flute hands.
Symphony match-seller, breath out of time -
You can call me on another line.

Indian restaurants that curry my brain.
Newspaper warriors changing the names they advertise from the station
stand. With cold print hands.
Symphony word-player, I`ll be your headline.
If you catch me another time.

Didn`t make her - with my Baker Street Ruse.
Couldn`t shake her - with my Baker Street Bruise.
Like to take her - I`m just a Baker Street Muse.

Ale-spew, puddle-brew - boys, throw it up clean.
Coke and Bacardi colours them green.
From the typing pool goes the mini-skirted princess with great finesse.
Fertile earth-mother, your burial mound is fifty feet down in the Baker
Street underground.

What the Hell?
I didn`t make her - with my Baker Street Ruse.
Couldn`t shake her - with my Baker Street Bruise.
Like to take her - I`m just a Baker Street Muse.

Walking down the gutter thinking, "How the Hell am I today?"
Well, I didn`t really ask you but thanks all the same.

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