| Bob Dylan – Jokerman Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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A woman did give birth to a real prince one day, a long, long time ago, in a lowly cattle shed. A woman just gave birth to a prince today Oh, and he was dressed in scarlet, too, from his first breath until his last, he was soaked in blood. His life was a bloody, filthy, scarlet sacrifice that turns people white as snow. He came for that purpose. and dressed him in scarlet. He will have his way with or without us, too. His word, forged in the heat of divine fire, is sharper than any two-edged sword and it will accomplish his desire. He'll put the priest in his pocket, put the blade to the heat, He sees the beauty and the good and the unfathomable worth of orphaned children and disreputable women, places them together, and creates families. Take the motherless children off the street And place them at the feet of a harlot. |
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| Jethro Tull – Locomotive Breath Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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Man, thanks for reminding me of "Hears the silence howling." Those words captured my life experience. No more friends. No more big shot. "Sun streaking cold," reflected the haunting deathlike road I was on. All I could see ahead. The sun's shining couldn't thaw the dark cold winter in my soul. Biggles, Robin, Superman, and the all the Sportsmen who had always pulled me through vanished. Where had they gone? The sport I relied upon to help me feel superior to others and to keep my fears in submission, left. Injury, surgeries, casts, braces, watching guys I'd played against, who were not mentioned in the same breath, when people spoke about me! were playing and thriving and I was dying, crying on sunny Saturday afternoons from the stands. Sick. Breaking. Slowly. Inevitably. I was the all-time-loser, on that train, plunging headlong into more of the same, and no way to stop. Aqualung and I starting hanging out together, watching frilly chicks who did not look back. Picking up dog-ends, aching, like dead ducks. Just One thing. Occasionally, I thought I could almost make out the very faint sounds of an Army up the road, and salvation a-la-mode. What in God's name was this guy singing about? Challenging everyone with the conviction in that damn angry voice, demanding a response, now, dammit! With absolute sincerity and passion, "Jesus saves. Well he'd better save himself!" "Oh father high in heaven, Smile down upon your son..." "He's inside you and me..." I had no clue. But that very faint sound. What was it? Am I going insane or is something calling out to me? |
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| Jethro Tull – Thick as a Brick (Parts 1 & 2) Lyrics | 14 years ago |
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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. 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 paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual. 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 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. 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. A day of judgement with lightening bolts is coming. Who does Ian think he is? |
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| Jethro Tull – Aqualung Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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Mr. Anderson, In Boston at the Garden in the winter of '71 you and your mates appeared, one at a time, making your way ever so slowly and inconspicuously, on stage and in disguises. (Were they bunny outfits?) You all just stood there silently, basically motionless, waiting for the audience to notice you boys up there. It worked and for several minutes you had most of the crowd completely unaware of your presence. I have the feeling that you post on this site, perhaps others too, anonymously, wondering if we will catch-on eventually. I think I see big ears lurking. |
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| Jethro Tull – Locomotive Breath Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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"He picked up Gideon’s Bible…I thank God he stole the handle and the train it won't stop going..." With the only means of slowing and stopping the train removed, Loser became willing to consider spirituality. So, Anderson thanks God for allowing the painful circumstances, the panic and terror and the urgency that moved him to open a bible to see if it held answers to his misery, just in time. Just before his time ran out… |
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| Jethro Tull – For Michael Collins, Jeffrey, And Me Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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Whether watching something as sophisticated and complex as astronauts orbiting the moon, returning to a spacecraft and then back to earth, or observing trapeze artists somersault through the air, it is the danger, it is the risk of harm that holds our attention. We hardly need to justify spending billions and billions on the former because it evokes the same kind of high and kick as the latter. And as our culture's best and brightest, we love to toast each other for our incredible, modern achievements, when after all, we merely acted-out our thirst for thrills. |
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