There's a house on the hillside, where the drifting sands are born.
Lay down and let the slow tide wash me
back to the land where I came from.
Where the mountain men are kings
and the sound of the piper counts for everything.
There's a child and a woman praying for an end to the mystery.
Hoping for a word in a letter
fair wind-blown from across the sea
to where the mountain men are kings
and the sound of the piper counts for eveything.
The poacher and his daughter
throw soft shadows on the water in the night.
A thin moon slips behind them
as they pull the net with no betraying light.
And later on the coast road, I meet them
and the old man winks a smile.
And who am I to fast deny the right
to take a fish once in a while?
Long generations from the Isles
sent to tread the foreign miles
where the spiral ages meet.
Felt naked dust beneath their feet.
Future sun called winds to blow
and the past and present hard-eyed crow
flew hunting high and circling low over blackened plains of Eden.
Let me be your engineer...
have you smiling ear to ear
raising steam.
And will you tell me how it feels
when you're up and rolling on your driving wheels?
I got my whole life hanging in a sack,
heading out into that wide world wide.
I'll be your locomotive blowing off its stack
and I don't care which way I ride.
I may not be coming back.
Left a lady with a heart
all in pieces come apart
raising steam.
That engine up front must
have a heart big enough for the both of us.
Riding shotgun on the sunset, stare it in the eye,
rocking on my heels out to the west.
Funny how the whole world, historically,
feels the urge to chase the sun to rest.
We may not be coming back.
Over high plains, through the snow...
roll those tracks out, don't you know
I'm raising steam.
Thin vein creeping; hot blood flow...
spill a little where the new towns grow.
I got my whole life hanging in a sack,
heading out into that wide world wide.
You got your locomotive sitting on your track
and I don't care which way I ride.
I may not be coming back.
As the moon slips up, and the sun sets down,
I'm a highrise jockey, and I'm heaven-bound.
Do the workboot shuffle, loose brains from brawn.
I'm a monkey puzzle and the lid is on.
Can you guess my name? Can you guess my trade?
I'm going to catch you anyway.
You might be right. I'll give you guesses three.
Feel me climbing up your knee.
Great images and an even better choice of songs! I was blown away by the images and didn't notice the lyrics in between the images at first, when I did notice, what did I see? Lyrics from my favorite Jethro Tull album, Crest of a Knave, and specifically from some of my favorite songs! Mountain men, steel monkey, and raising steam! Excellent choice, now how about more images with lyrics from the rest of the album? Dclap
PS. I've seen Tull in concert 3 times and I'm only 22! When most people ask me who my favorite band is and I tell them that it's Jethro Tull they look at me funny. At least I have better taste in music than most people my age...
PS. I've seen Tull in concert 3 times and I'm only 22! When most people ask me who my favorite band is and I tell them that it's Jethro Tull they look at me funny. At least I have better taste in music than most people my age...
22...
My first ever concert was Warchild at Madison Square Garden. Too Old To Rock and Roll at Shea Stadium. I was seriously worried during Locomotive Breath that the crowd was going to collapse the stadium they were stamping their feet and head banging etc etc the whole place was REALLY shaking. We saw Songs from the Woods, Heavy Horses and things got serious for Stormwatch when I scalped a 3rd row seat, and then for the A tour I was section A row 1 seat 1.
Front and center at MSG.
$75 back then was big $$$.
thanks for the compliments, I concluded last year that I'd rather spend Sundays shooting MX then street riding and plan on more this year. When you're lucky enough to have 4 tracks within 45 minutes its a real easy decision to know what you're doing on Sundays. Hudson Valley NY 1 hour north of NYC.
The music was better back then but todays riders are light years faster than we were, but its all relative. We didn't grow up and hone our skills with good brakes and suspension. Every rider you see has one finger on the clutch ALL the time. Nobody did that back in the 70's, its part of how they learn now.
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Lay down and let the slow tide wash me
back to the land where I came from.
Where the mountain men are kings
and the sound of the piper counts for everything.
Hoping for a word in a letter
fair wind-blown from across the sea
to where the mountain men are kings
and the sound of the piper counts for eveything.
throw soft shadows on the water in the night.
A thin moon slips behind them
as they pull the net with no betraying light.
And later on the coast road, I meet them
and the old man winks a smile.
And who am I to fast deny the right
to take a fish once in a while?
sent to tread the foreign miles
where the spiral ages meet.
Felt naked dust beneath their feet.
Future sun called winds to blow
and the past and present hard-eyed crow
flew hunting high and circling low over blackened plains of Eden.
have you smiling ear to ear
raising steam.
And will you tell me how it feels
when you're up and rolling on your driving wheels?
I got my whole life hanging in a sack,
heading out into that wide world wide.
I'll be your locomotive blowing off its stack
and I don't care which way I ride.
I may not be coming back.
all in pieces come apart
raising steam.
That engine up front must
have a heart big enough for the both of us.
Riding shotgun on the sunset, stare it in the eye,
rocking on my heels out to the west.
Funny how the whole world, historically,
feels the urge to chase the sun to rest.
We may not be coming back.
roll those tracks out, don't you know
I'm raising steam.
Thin vein creeping; hot blood flow...
spill a little where the new towns grow.
I got my whole life hanging in a sack,
heading out into that wide world wide.
You got your locomotive sitting on your track
and I don't care which way I ride.
I may not be coming back.
I'm a highrise jockey, and I'm heaven-bound.
Do the workboot shuffle, loose brains from brawn.
I'm a monkey puzzle and the lid is on.
Can you guess my name? Can you guess my trade?
I'm going to catch you anyway.
You might be right. I'll give you guesses three.
Feel me climbing up your knee.
Guess what I am. I'm a steel monkey.
PS. I've seen Tull in concert 3 times and I'm only 22! When most people ask me who my favorite band is and I tell them that it's Jethro Tull they look at me funny.
Not allowed to enter Henry's alone anymore...
Kyle Derkachenko Photography
I checked out your gallery. So many bikes, so many memories, great stuff...
Thanks.
Glad to see you finally lost the big PROOF across your images.
Link to my Smugmug site
22...
My first ever concert was Warchild at Madison Square Garden. Too Old To Rock and Roll at Shea Stadium. I was seriously worried during Locomotive Breath that the crowd was going to collapse the stadium they were stamping their feet and head banging etc etc the whole place was REALLY shaking. We saw Songs from the Woods, Heavy Horses and things got serious for Stormwatch when I scalped a 3rd row seat, and then for the A tour I was section A row 1 seat 1.
Front and center at MSG.
$75 back then was big $$$.
thanks for the compliments, I concluded last year that I'd rather spend Sundays shooting MX then street riding and plan on more this year. When you're lucky enough to have 4 tracks within 45 minutes its a real easy decision to know what you're doing on Sundays. Hudson Valley NY 1 hour north of NYC.
The music was better back then but todays riders are light years faster than we were, but its all relative. We didn't grow up and hone our skills with good brakes and suspension. Every rider you see has one finger on the clutch ALL the time. Nobody did that back in the 70's, its part of how they learn now.
Our bikes had more unusable power though.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hpJlBEZVHqQ&feature=related
thanks Holmes.
most of the old bike pics are poached, but the MX pics are mine.
thank you.
thanks KDog. Still got the PROOF, these are just some of my bad shots from the galleries I don't sell from.