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lirik lagu jethro tull – thick as a brick (edit #4)

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 pr-nounce 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 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 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

the cattle quietly grazing at the gr-ss 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

i’ve come down from the upper cl-ss 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 d-mn 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 h-ll was biggles when you needed him last sat-rday?
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

- lirik lagu jethro tull

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