Jethro Tull - El Niño

[Luca Canetti]

As one, wet merchants turn their eyes towards the west.
Trade winds falter as if in dire consequence.
Freezing fish to fry, fail to materialise.
Christ-child, blood-warm currentsends to touch the skies.

El Niño

Bathing in uncertainty, another age
Seems to wing from T.V. screens in weather rage.
Savage retribution makes for a headline feast.
Planet-warming, opinion-forming headless beast.

El Niño



Cold thrust tongue extends its dark and watery touch.
Forces gather, martial standagainst the rush.
Wily child in mischief here to make his play.
Leaves toys for little sister on another day.

El Niño.