Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

Broadsword and the Beast

From early days of infancy, through trembling years 
of youth, long murky middle-age and final hours 
long in the tooth, he is the hundred names of terror --- 
creature you love the least. Picture his name before 
you and exorcise the beast. 


He roved up and down through history --- spectre 
with tales to tell. In the darkness when the 
campfire's dead --- to each his private hell. If you look 
behind your shoulder as you feel his eyes to feast, you 
can witness now the everchanging nature of the beast. 


Beastie 


If you wear a warmer sporran, you can keep the foe at 
bay. You can pop those pills and visit some 
psychiatrist who'll say --- There's nothing I can do 
for you, everywhere's a danger zone. I'd love to help 
get rid of it, but I've got one of my own. 


There's a beast upon my shoulder and a fiend upon 
my back. Feel his burning breath a heaving, smoke 
oozing from his stack. And he moves beneath the 
covers or he lies below the bed. He's the beast upon 
your shoulder. He's the price upon your head. He's 
the lonely fear of dying, and for some, of living too. 
He's your private nightmare pricking. He'd just love 
to turn the screw. So stand as one defiant --- yes, and 
let your voices swell. Stare that beastie in the face 
and really give him hell.