Artists
Ian Anderson – lead vocals, flute, acoustic guitar, mandolin, harmonica, percussion
Martin Barre – acoustic guitar, electric guitar
Dave Pegg – bass guitar, mandolin
David Mattacks – drums, percussion, glockenspiel, keyboards
Written by Ian Anderson. Produced and mixed by Ian Anderson, recorded live in Prague on 10 May 1992 by Leon Phillips. The eighth track (3:15) on A Little Light Music (Chrysalis, 14 September 1992).
A short, folk-flavoured live version taken from one of the dozen-plus shows the album was compiled from, performed on the semi-acoustic European tour that Ian Anderson put together after his voice problems made a full electric tour impractical. The set’s folk-leaning feel owed much to David Mattacks of Fairport Convention on drums and keyboards, and the album draws on concerts from London, Germany, Prague, Athens, Ankara, and Israel.
Jethro Tull – One White Duck Lyrics
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,
as I pull on my old wings — one white duck
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 —
to be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday
lunch confusion.
To listen to other songs from the the Teleskop 26 program click here.