Dark Ages Lyrics - Stormwatch - Jethro Tull

Darlings are you ready for the long winter's fall? 

said the lady in her parlor 

said the butler in the hall. 

Is there time for another? 

cried 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 rich buffoons 

have opened up the seam 

of golden nights and champagne flights 

ad-man overkill 

and in the haze 

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. 

Come 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. 

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