The Foot Of Our Stairs
Jethro Tull Lyrics


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We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door,
Eat in the corner, talk to the floor,
Cheating the spiders who come to say "Please",
(politely).
They bend at the knees.
Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Old gentlemen talk of when they were young
Of ladies lost and erring sons.
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends)
Pure as the truth, tied at both ends.
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Scented cathedral spire pointed down.
We pray for souls in Kentish Town.
A delicate hush the gods, floating by
Wishing us well, pie in the sky.
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed
Of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed).
Show me a good man and I'll show you the door.
The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More."

Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done,
I've put in a request to take up my turn
In that forsaken paradise that calls itself "Hell"
Where no-one has nothing and nothing is well meaning fool,




Pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling.
Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Jethro Tull's "The Foot of Our Stairs" paint a picture of a strange and surreal world, where the singer and his companions navigate a house that seems to exist outside of time and space. They sleep by a bright hole in the door, eat in the corner, and talk to the floor, while spiders ask politely for their patronage. Old gentlemen speak of lost loves and wayward sons, while lace-covered dandies revel and pray for souls in Kentish Town. The gods themselves float by, wishing them well, while the devil cries out for more.


The song hints at a deeper meaning beneath this bizarre imagery, with themes of mortality, regret, and the search for meaning that haunt the lyrics. The singer invokes the "God of ages, Lord of Time," suggesting a longing for something beyond this liminal world of spiders and lace, and yearning for the right to be wrong. The final lines urge listeners to "pick up thy bed and rise up from thy gloom smiling," suggesting a possible path to transcendence or redemption.


Overall, "The Foot of Our Stairs" is a haunting and enigmatic song that offers a glimpse into a strange and unsettling universe, while hinting at deeper truths and mysteries that lie just beyond the surface.


Line by Line Meaning

We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door,
We sleep beside the brightly lit hole on the door


Eat in the corner, talk to the floor,
We eat in the corner and talk to the floor


Cheating the spiders who come to say "Please", (politely). They bend at the knees.
We deceive the spiders who ask for permission to enter. They bow to us.


Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Well, I'll be surprised! / Well, I never! / Well, fancy that! This is unexpected.


Old gentlemen talk of when they were young Of ladies lost and erring sons.
Elderly men talk about their youth and lost women and troubled sons.


Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) Pure as the truth, tied at both ends.
Dressed-up men celebrate (with their friends) as innocent as the truth, constrained at both ends.


Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Well, I'll be surprised! / Well, I never! / Well, fancy that! This is unexpected.


Scented cathedral spire pointed down. We pray for souls in Kentish Town.
The fragrant church steeple points downwards. We pray for people's souls in Kentish Town.


A delicate hush the gods, floating by Wishing us well, pie in the sky.
A quiet silence as the gods float by, wishing us well with unrealistic promises.


God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.
God of all time, Lord of all, it's my right to make mistakes.


Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs.
Well, I'll be surprised! / Well, I never! / Well, fancy that! This is unexpected.


Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed Of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed).
Quickly reproducing Mr. Jack Rabbit creates a new type of people who crave love (with nothing to sustain them).


Show me a good man and I'll show you the door. The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More."
If you show me a good man, I'll leave. The final song is sung, and the devil wants more evil.


Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, I've put in a request to take up my turn In that forsaken paradise that calls itself "Hell"
Well, I'm all for leaving and getting that over with, I've applied for my position in that abandoned paradise (Hell).


Where no-one has nothing and nothing is well meaning fool, Pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling.
Where no one has anything, and nothing is good, you fool. Pick up your bed and happily leave your sadness behind.


Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do.
Give me your hatred, and I'll act like an affectionate non-religious person.




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Written by: IAN ANDERSON, JEFFERY HAMMOND, JOHN EVENS

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