D3 for LU

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

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

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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?

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

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

What do you do when the old man's gone, ddo 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

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

The poet and the painter casting shadows on the water As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea The do-er 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

See there, a son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight There are blackheads on his shoulders, and 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

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

And the sandcastle 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 said it's a shame

Thick as a Brick Part 1 Really don't mind if you sit this one out My word's 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

Which brings up the 5th album from Jethro Tull that was(imho)AMAZING... Thick as a Brick. Virtually an album which had one song, divided into 2 parts that covered each side. Part 1 & Part 2... Thick as a Brick! D3

Oh Aqualung Writer/s: IAN ANDERSON Publisher: BMG Rights Management Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind D3

Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run, hey Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck, hey Aqualung

Sitting on a park bench Eying up little girls with bad intent Snots running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes, hey Aqualung

Aqualung my friend don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see it's only me

Feeling alone, the army's up the road Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea Aqualung my friend don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see it's only me

Sun streaking cold, an old man wandering lonely Taking time, the only way he knows Leg hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end He goes down to a bog and warms his feet

Hey and you snatch your rattling last breaths With deep-sea diver sounds And the flowers bloom like Madness in the spring

Do you still remember December's foggy freeze When the ice that clings on to your beard It was screaming agony

Feeling alone, the army's up the road Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea Aqualung, my friend, don't you start away uneasy You poor old sod, you see it's only me

Sun streaking cold, an old man wandering lonely Taking time, the only way he knows Leg hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end He goes down to a bog and warms his feet

Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run, hey, Aqualung Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck, oh, Aqualung