Jethro Tull - Broadford Bazaar текст песни

Dirty white caravans down our road, sailing.

Vivas, cortinas, weaving in their wake.

With hot, red-faced drivers, horns flattened, fists whaling,

Putting trust in blind corners as they overtake.

And its ``all come willing now,

Spend a shilling now,

Stack up the back of your new motor-car.

Theres home-dyed woolens, and wee plastic [cuillins]

[blessed? ] [cuchulains? ]

[cuchulain == mythical irish hero --- wee plastic cuchulains? ]

[jo-l@kcbbs.gen.nz (jo lobb) explains: broadford is a town on

Skye (where the road that passes dun ringill leaves the main

Road, incidentally) and skyes famous cuillin hills are nearby.

I suppose tourists could be expected to buy wee plastic models

Of spectacular hills .... also, the cuillin hills are ``also

Known as the coolins or cuchullins, possibly after an ossianic

Hero..., so maybe wee plastic model heroes do make sense, after

All.]

The day of the broadford bazaar.

Out of the north, no oil-rigs are drifting.

And jobs for the many are down to the few.

Blue-bottle choppers, they visit no longer.

Like flies to the jampots, they were just passing through.

And its ``all come willing now,

Spend a shilling now,

Stack up the back of your new motor-car

Where once stood oil-rigs so phallic

Theres only swear-words in gaelic

To say at the broadford bazaar.

All kinds of people come down for the opening.

Crofters and cottiers, white [wild? ] settlers galore.

[crofter == farmer renting land]

[cottier == farmer renting land]

And up on the hill, theres an old sheep thats dying,

But it had two new lambs born just a fortnight before.

And its ``all come willing now,

Spend a shilling now,

Stack up the back of your new motor-car.

Well take pounds, francs and dollars from the well-heeled,

And stamps from the green shield.

The day of the broadford bazaar.