Jethro Tull - Crew Nights Lyrics
Tear it down in double quick timeTo get the eighth truck shifted bout midnightThe locker rooms are empty but the [strobo tickers? ][strobe boats? ]Still spin with their pitching lightsAnd someone with a yellow passGives out precise directions as to where and whenAnd here am I with a drumstick,While young girls set to rendezvous, and be recognized againTomorrow is an off-day,Be in baltimore by thursday is the only law.Theres a suite down at the hotelReserved for making merry with connecting doors.The lighting mans already improvised a bar,And printed invitations to the ball.Off duty cops line corridors wearing tull [two? ] t-shirts proudlyOn the bands [...] wallCrew nights, no flashlights or folding knives,Best boots and road suits and nine lives.Feeling that it might be wrong toTemporarily belong to the p.a. man [men? ]Some angel from the midwest is regretting beingUndressed with no suntanHis polaroid is snappingThe head carpenter is rapping onThe gates of dawnSitting lonely with a warm beerThe girl with dental braces wishes that she hadnt gone.Crew nights, no bar fights or [feeders? ] [veeders? ] wivesThin walls and late [blade? ] calls and nine lives.[ken stitzel writes: still no clue on the first line, but I think``late calls is definitely correct for the second line. it makesSense from a stagehand terminology perspective. I know that itSounds like theres a ``b sound in there, but I think its just aMinor flaw in ians diction. (its really tough to sing clearly,Especially in rock music.)]Crew nights, no flashlights or folding knives,Best boots and road suits and nine lives.
