Jethro Tull

O ano é 1968.
Os dias são de grandes tranformações e há uma busca urgente por mudanças de costumes. Revoluções culturais, políticas e sociais geram os movimentos hippie e pacifista, entre outros.
E em meio a este cenário surge, na Inglaterra, a banda Jethro Tull, sob a liderança do escocês Ian Anderson. Sua flauta e sua voz somam características da música clássica, celta e do rock progressivo, dando o tom diferenciado de suas composições.
O nome da banda é o de um importante agricultor do século XVIII.
Desde o seu 1º disco, a banda já teve diversas modificações de integrantes, mantendo sempre Ian Anderson. Após o lançamento de mais de 20 álbuns, Jethro Tull continua na ativa.

Se você tiver o programa u-torrent, a discografia encontra-se em:
http://www.mininova.org/det/295550

Mais sobre a biografia da banda em:
http://whiplash.net/materias/biografias/038479-jethrotull.html

Site oficial:
http://www.j-tull.com/

Duas das minhas músicas favoritas:

The Whistler

I'll buy you six bay mares to put in your stable
six golden apples bought with my pay.
I am the first piper who calls the sweet tune,
but I must be gone by the seventh day.
So come on, I'm the whistler.
I have a fife and a drum to play.
Get ready for the whistler.
I whistle along on the seventh day
whistle along on the seventh day.
All kinds of sadness I've left behind me.
Many's the day when I have done wrong.
But I'll be yours for ever and ever.
Climb in the saddle and whistle along.
So come on, I'm the whistler.
I have a fife and a drum to play.
Get ready for the whistler.
I whistle along on the seventh day
whistle along on the seventh day.
Deep red are the sun-sets in mystical places.
Black are the nights on summer-day sands.
We'll find the speck of truth in each riddle.
Hold the first grain of love in our hands.

Songs From The Wood

Let me bring you songs from the wood:
to make you feel much better than you could know.
Dust you down from tip to toe.
Show you how the garden grows.
Hold you steady as you go.
Join the chorus if you can:
it'll make of you an honest man.
Let me bring you love from the field:
poppies red and roses filled with summer rain.
To heal the wound and still the pain,
that threatens again and again,
as you drag down every lover's lane.
Life's long celebration's here.
I'll toast you all in penny cheer.
Let me bring you all things refined:
galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale.
Greetings well met fellow, hail!
I am the wind to fill your sail.
I am the cross to take your nail:
A singer of these ageless times,
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.