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Jethro Tull - Thick as a brick

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    FdT svezzato Luca Canetti
    Uomo 39 anni
    Iscrizione: 6/5/2012
    Messaggi: 258
    Piaciuto: 16 volte

    Predefinito Jethro Tull - Thick as a brick

    Really don't mind if you sit this one out

    My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT
    I may make you feel but I can't make you think
    Your sperm's in the gutter -- your love's in the sink
    So you ride yourselves over the fields and
    You make all your animal deals and
    Your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick
    And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
    The tidal destruction
    The moral melee
    The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
    The newfangled way
    But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
    Your suntan does rapidly peel and
    Your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick

    And the love that I feel is so far away:
    I'm a bad dream that I just had today - and you
    Shake your head and
    Say it's a shame

    Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth
    Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth
    Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song

    See there! A son is born -and we pronounce him fit to fight
    There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night
    We'll
    Make a man of him
    Put him to a trade
    Teach him
    To play Monopoly and
    To sing in the rain

    The poet and the painter casting shadows on the water -
    As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea
    The doer and the thinker: no allowance for the other -
    As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed
    The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling -
    But the master of the house is far away
    The horses standing - their warm breath clouding
    In the sharp and frosty morning of the day
    And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword

    And the youngest of the family is moving with authority
    Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside

    The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
    Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
    The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
    And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need
    The young men of the household have
    All gone into service and
    Are not to be expected for a year
    The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster -
    Has formed the plan to change the man he sees
    And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword

    And the oldest of the family is moving with authority
    A-coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run

    What do you do when
    The old man's gone - do you want to be him? And
    Your real self sings the song
    Do you want to free him?
    No one to help you get up steam -
    And the whirlpool turns you way off-beam

    I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways
    My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed
    So come on all you criminals!
    I've got to put you straight just like I did with my old man -
    Twenty years too late
    Your bread and water's going cold
    Your hair is too short and neat
    I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me

    You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone
    You meet the stares; you're unaware that your doings aren't done
    And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be
    But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
    I see you shuffle in the courtroom with
    Your rings upon your fingers and
    Your downy little sidies and
    Your silver-buckle shoes
    Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
    Who lets you bend the rules

    So!
    Come on ye childhood heroes!
    Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books,
    Your super crooks
    And show us all the way
    Well! Make your will and testament
    Won't you join your local government?
    We'll have Superman for president
    Let Robin save the day

    You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time
    The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line
    And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are -
    And take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars
    And you wonder who to call on

    So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
    And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
    They're all resting down in Cornwall -
    Writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
    Of the Boy Scout Manual


    See there! A man born and we pronounce him fit for peace.
    There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease
    We'll take the child from him
    Put it to the test
    Teach it
    To be a wise man
    How to fool the rest


    We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
    God is an overwhelming responsibility
    We walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
    Cats are on the upgrade
    Upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac

    In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
    I take my place with the lord of the hills
    And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
    Sporting canvas frills
    With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
    While queueing for sarnies at the office canteen
    Saying -- how's your granny and
    Good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win
    The legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
    In the seagull's call
    And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall
    The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
    And signal for the crack of dawn
    Light the sun

    Do you believe in the day? Do you?
    Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun
    Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one
    Do you believe in the day?
    The fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
    Wise men endorse the poet's sight
    Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day!

    Let me tell you the tales of your life of
    Your love and the cut of the knife
    The tireless oppression
    The wisdom instilled
    The desire to kill or be killed
    Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by
    The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
    Toasts his god in the sky



    So come all ye young men who are building castles!
    Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus
    Mark the precise nature of your fear
    Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
    With
    The blood of the fools and
    The thoughts of the wise and
    From the pan under your bed
    Let me make you a present of song as
    The wise man breaks wind and is gone while
    The fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
    The nursery rhyme winds along

    So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
    Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus
    Mark the precise nature of your fear
    See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
    And the hour of judgement draweth near
    Would you be
    The fool stood in his suit of armour or
    The wiser man who rushes clear
    So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
    Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
    Your super-crooks and
    Show us all the way
    Well! Make your will and testament
    Won't you join your local government?
    We'll have Superman for president
    Let Robin save the day
    So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
    And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
    They're all resting down in Cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
    For a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual

    So you ride yourselves over the fields and
    You make all your animal deals and
    Your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
    Ultima modifica di Luca Canetti; 21/4/2014 alle 14:46

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