Lyrics Jethro Tull – One White Duck / 0^{10} = Nothing At All
Text:
There’s a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way.
And there’s a note on the telephone — some roses on a
tray.
And the motorway’s stretching right out to us all,
on your wall.
Isn’t it just too damn real?
I’ll catch a ride on your violin — strung upon your bow.
And I’ll float on your melody — sing your chorus soft
and low.
There’s a picture-view postcard to say that I called.
You can see from the fireplace, one white duck
on your wall.
Isn’t it just too damn real?
So fly away Peter and fly away Paul — from the
finger-tip ledge of contentment.
The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls.
And I’m probably bound to deceive you after all.
Something must be wrong with me and my brain —
if I’m so patently unrewarding.
But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that
way — and my zero to your power of ten equals
nothing at all.
There’s no double-lock defense; there’s no chain on my door.
I’m available for consultation,
But remember your way in is also my way out, and
love’s four-letter word is no compensation.
Well, I’m the Black Ace dog-handler: I’m a waiter on
skates — so don’t you jump to your foreskin conclusion.
Because I’m up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays —
lunch confusion.
