General Crossing (2005 Remaster)
Jethro Tull"General Crossing (2005 Remaster)" is a song by Jethro Tull, released in 2005 in the Pop genre. The song is 3:55 long and contains 59 lines and 226 words.
0:02It's an old profession
0:06Of subtle artillery
0:09Rough wheels meshing
0:13Button out button in
0:44The tall general will mine
0:47A few bridges tonight
0:52Stroking soft machinery
0:58Fanfare at dawn
1:01Courting green steel
1:06Lined up for world war one
1:09Two three four
1:12It's an old profession
1:15Of subtle artillery
1:19Rough wheels meshing
1:22On a landscape with no trees
1:26The tall general points
1:29To the distance
1:34Disconnects his power supply
1:39Writes a stiff note to his nearest
1:43And dearest
1:46He takes the battle plan
1:48And contemplates his fly
1:54It's an old profession
1:57Of subtle artillery
2:01Rough wheels meshing
2:04Button out button in
2:08The tall general
2:11Flies by the seat of history
2:14The tall general
2:18Is crossing
2:21The tall general
2:25He thinks inevitability
2:28The tall general
2:31Is definitely crossing
2:34With spit and with polish
2:36Time for desperate measures
2:37The pain in the forehead
2:39From holding up to the pressures
2:41Of life on the rim
2:42Of the convenient alliance
2:44Out on the rim
2:45Let me out on the rim
2:49The tall general will walk
2:52Across the compound
2:58With his briefcase and ID
3:04Later they'll post him
3:06Seemingly missing
3:12He's gone to be a general ski
3:17The tall general
3:20Flies by the seat of history
3:24The tall general
3:28Is crossing
3:31The tall general
3:34He thinks inevitability
3:38The tall general
3:42Is definitely crossing
3:45The tall general
3:52The tall general
3:55Is definitely crossing
It's an old profession Of subtle artillery Rough wheels meshing Button out button in The tall general will mine A few bridges tonight Stroking soft machinery Fanfare at dawn Courting green steel Lined up for world war one Two three four It's an old profession Of subtle artillery Rough wheels meshing On a landscape with no trees The tall general points To the distance Disconnects his power supply Writes a stiff note to his nearest And dearest He takes the battle plan And contemplates his fly It's an old profession Of subtle artillery Rough wheels meshing Button out button in The tall general Flies by the seat of history The tall general Is crossing The tall general He thinks inevitability The tall general Is definitely crossing With spit and with polish Time for desperate measures The pain in the forehead From holding up to the pressures Of life on the rim Of the convenient alliance Out on the rim Let me out on the rim The tall general will walk Across the compound With his briefcase and ID Later they'll post him Seemingly missing He's gone to be a general ski The tall general Flies by the seat of history The tall general Is crossing The tall general He thinks inevitability The tall general Is definitely crossing The tall general The tall general Is definitely crossing
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