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My late wife played the flute... I asked her if she would play some Jethro Tull on it. (AND, she gave me "That Look.") D3
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Earlier in this string, I mentioned that Black Sabbath's Tony Iommi, was "briefly" w/ Jethro Tull... A photo of Mr. Iommi himself w/ Ian and the band. D3
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I. myself, haven't the pleasure to see Jethro Tull in concert... great that you saw them when you did. (AND... not surprised that you were the youngest there, watching them. The Gray-heads will usually outnumber the younger initiates to the "music of our generation." ) D3
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I don't believe you You had the whole damn thing all wrong He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Ian Anderson Wind-Up lyrics © The Ian Anderson Group Of Companies Ltd D3
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When I was young, and they packed me off to school And they taught me how not to play the game I didn't mind if they groomed me for success Or if they said that I was just a fool So to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares Before I'm through, I'd like to say my prayers Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
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Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
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I left there in the morning with their God under my arm Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
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I didn't mind if they groomed me for success Or if they said that I was just a fool
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When I was young, and they packed me off to school And taught me how not to play the game
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As you lick the boots of death born out of fear, whoa
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In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me
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'Cause that's the honest measure of my worth
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I'd rather look around me, compose a better song
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When that was just an accident of birth?
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How do you dare to tell me that I'm my father's son
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Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
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He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
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I don't believe you You had the whole damn thing all wrong
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So to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares Before I'm through, I'd like to say my prayers
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He said, "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays"
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And by way of firm reply
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And I asked this God a question
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So I left there in the morning with their God tucked underneath my arm Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
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I didn't mind if they groomed me for success Or if they said that I was just a fool
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When I was young, and they packed me off to school And they taught me how not to play the game
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