Jethro Tull — The Chateau dIsaster Tapes

A - Scenario In long years of ancient time, stood alone a friend of mine Reflected by the ever-burning sigh of a god who happened by And in the dawn, there came the song Of some sweet lady singing in his ear Your god has gone, and from now on You'll have to learn to hate the things you fear We want to know, are we inside the womb? Of passion plays, in thy righteousness consumed? Or just in lush contentment of our souls? And so began the age of man And they left his body in the sand Their glasses raised to a god on high Who smiled upon them from the sky So take the stage Spin down the ages Loose the passion Spill the rage upon your son Who holds the gun up to your head The play's begun Then God, the director, smells a rat Pulls another rabbit from His hat Sniffs the air and He says "Well, that's that--I'm going." B - Audition The actors milling helplessly-- The script is blowing out to sea But what the hell, we didn't even pass an audition The lines you'll have to improvise The words are written in the eyes Of politicians who despise their fathers And so the play necessitates That all you boys participate In fierce competition to eliminate each other And groupies, on their way to war Get to write the next film score But the rock and roll star knows his glory is really nothing Men of religion, on the make Pledge an oath they undertake To make you wise for God's own sake, and none other While ladies get their bedding done To win themselves a bouncing son-- But bad girls do it for the fun of just being And me, I'm here to sing along And I'm not concerned with righting wrongs Just asking questions that belong without an answer But God is laughing up his sleeve As He pours himself another cup of tea And He waves good-bye to you and me, at least for now C - No Rehearsal Did you learn your lines today? Well, there is no rehearsal The tickets have all been sold For tomorrow's matinee There's a telegram from the writer But there is no rehearsal The electrician has been told To make the spotlights brighter There is one seat in the circle-- Five hundred million in the stalls Simply everyone will be there But the safety curtain falls When the bomb that's in the dressing room Blows the windows from their frames And the prompter in his corner is sorry that he came There is one seat in the circle-- Five hundred million in the stalls Simply everyone will be there But the safety curtain falls When the bomb that's in the dressing room Blows the windows from their frames And the prompter in his corner is sorry that he came When the bomb that's in the dressing room Blows the windows from their frames And the prompter in his corner is sorry that he came Did you learn your lines today? Well there is no rehearsal The interval will last until The ice-cream lady melts away The twelve piece orchestra are here But there is no rehearsal The first violinist's hands are chilled-- He's gone deaf in both ears Well, the scenery is colourful But the paint is so damn thin You see the wall behind is crumbling And the stage door is bricked in But the audience keep arriving 'til they're standing in the wings And we take the final curtain call And the ceiling crashes in