[00:02.58] Jethro Tull [00:04.15] Minstrel In The Gallery [00:05.89] One White Duck / 0^{10} = Nothing At All [00:16.84] There's a haze on the skyline, to wish me on my way. [00:25.27] And there's a note on the telephone --- some roses on a [00:34.17] Tray. [00:37.16] And the motorway's stretching right out to us all, [00:45.33] As I pull on my old wings --- one white duck [00:53.25] On your wall. [00:56.04] Isn't it just too damn real? [01:18.80] I'll catch a ride on your violin --- strung upon your bow. [01:27.96] And I'll float on your melody --- sing your chorus soft [01:36.07] And low. [01:39.11] There's a picture-view postcard to say that I called. [01:46.98] You can see from the fireplace, one white duck [01:55.45] On your wall. [01:58.21] Isn't it just too damn real? [02:27.43] So fly away Peter and fly away Paul --- from the [02:34.51] Finger-tip ledge of contentment. [02:39.18] The long restless rustle of high-heeled boots calls. [02:45.49] And I'm probably bound to deceive you after all. [02:58.59] Something must be wrong with me and my brain --- [03:04.89] If I'm so patently unrewarding. [03:09.32] But my dreams are for dreaming and best left that [03:13.53] Way --- and my zero to your power of ten equals [03:20.88] Nothing at all. [03:28.25] There's no double-lock defense; there's no chain on my door. [03:35.74] I'm available for consultation, [03:40.30] But remember your way in is also my way out, and [03:47.99] Love's four-letter word is no compensation. [04:00.02] Well, I'm the Black Ace dog-handler: I'm a waiter on [04:04.78] Skates --- so don't you jump to your foreskin conclusion. [04:11.85] Because I'm up to my deaf ears in cold breakfast trays --- [04:19.52] To be cleared before I can dine on your sweet Sunday [04:24.92] Lunch confusion. [04:30.32]