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      Thick As A Brick (Live)

      Jethro Tull

      Album: Bursting Out, CD1

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      Jethro Tull - Thick As A Brick (Live) Música y Letra

      Really don't mind if you sit this one out
      My words but a whisper, your deafness D 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 that 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 blackheads on his shoulders
      And there he pees himself in the night
      We'll make a man of him
      Put him to trade
      Teach him to play Monopoly
      And how 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 stamping
      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 seems
      And the poet sheaths his pen
      While the soldier lifts his sword
      And the oldest of the family
      Is moving with authority
      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
      
      LATER
      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 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 you childhood heroes
      Won't you rise up from the pages
      Of your comic-books, you 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 you 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 are all the sportsmen
      Who always pulled you through?
      They're all resting down in Cornwall
      Writing up their memoirs
      For a paperback edition of the boy scout manual
      
      
      LATER
      See there, a man is 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
      
      QUOTE
      We will be gearing toward the average
      Rather than the exceptional
      God's an overwhelming responsibility
      We walked through the maternity ward
      And saw 218 babies wearing nylons
      It says here that cats
      Are on the upgrade, upgrade?
      
      LATER
      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 discolored
      In neat little rows
      Sporting canvas frillsWith their jock-straps pinching
      They slouch to attention
      Whilst queuing for sarnies
      At the office canteen
      Singing, "How's your grannie?"
      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?
      
      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 are 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 to 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 the suit of armour
      Or the wiser man who rushes clear?
      
      So, come on you 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
      
      So, where the hell was Biggles
      When you needed him last Saturday?
      And where are all the sportsmen
      Who always pulled you through?
      They're all resting down in Cornwall
      Writing up their memoirs
      For a paperback edition of the boy scout manual
      
      OF COURSE
      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

      Jethro Tull - Thick As A Brick (Live) Música y Letra

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