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He sees his children jumping off At the stations one by one
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Oh no way to slow down
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Old Charlie stole the handle And the train it won't stop
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Oh, he feels the piston scraping Steam breaking on his brow
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Runs the all-time loser Headlong to his death
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In the shuffling madness Of the locomotive breath
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Locomotive Breath was the next to last song on the Aqualung album... also a favorite. D3
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Mmnn... Yes indeed. D3
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AJ Ferrari on the market again?
D3 for LU replied to Interviewed_at_Weehawken's topic in College Wrestling
... what I like to know, is what Larry the Cable Guy has to say about the Huskers getting AJ Ferrari into their lineup. "Yer git 6AA's last March... now yer git a Ferrari in the girage! GIT R DUN, Huskers!" D3 -
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 Songwriters: Ian Anderson Thick as a Brick, Part 2 lyrics © BMG Rights Management D3
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Do you believe? Believe in the day! 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!
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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
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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, behind the gun And signal for the crack of dawn. Light the sun. Light the sun
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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
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Part 2... 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
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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 paperback edition Of the Boy Scout manual Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Ian Anderson Thick as a Brick, Part 1 lyrics © BMG Rights Management ... end of part 1.
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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
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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
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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
