Текст Jethro Tull – Out Of The Noise

Glued to the kerbstone, staring.
Frozen at the stop-sign too.
See that crazy suicide mongrel.
He’s going to try to cross that avenue.

Lives down in some cool, cool basement —
Sharing with a family of bouncy, ratty little guys
Works to a discipline of ritual undertakings —
Sleep, eat, and gentle exercise
Old dog of experience,
ripping through the black and yellow cabs,
dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys.
He’s got his mind on someone else’s dinner —
Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise.

Some towns I know, he could end up in a restaurant —
wrong side of a table for two.
It’s enough to send him running, running for cover.
Back into traffic, what’s a poor dog to do?
Old mutt of experience,
ripping through the black and yellow cabs,
dodging rickshaws and the bicycle boys.
He’s got his mind on someone else’s dinner —
Over the road, round the corner, out of the noise.