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JETHRO TULL lyrics

Thick As A Brick

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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 pronounce 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 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 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. 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. LATER. 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. Your bread and water's going cold. Your hair is too short and neat. I'll judge you all and make damn 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 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. LATER. 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. QUOTE We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional God is an overwhelming responsibility we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons cats are on the upgrade upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac. LATER 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. 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, and signal for the crack of dawn. Light the sun. 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. 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! 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 ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool toasts his god in the sky. 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. 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. 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. 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. 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. OF COURSE 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.

Family Tree

Belle Sebastian "Fold Your Hands Child, You Walk Like A Peasant"
I've been feeling down I've been looking round the town For somebody just like me But the only ones I see Are the dummies in the window They spend their money on clothes It saddens me to think That the only ones I see are mannequins Looking stupid, being used and being thin And I don't know why I hang around with them The way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confused The way they act, I'd rather be fat than be confused Than be me in a cage With a bottle of rage And a family like the mafia I've been feeling blue And I don't know what to do And I never get a thrill And they threw me out of school 'Cause I swore at all the teachers Because they never teach us A thing I want to know We do Chemistry, Biology and Maths I want Poetry and Music and some laughs And I don't think it's an awful lot to ask So won't you please get up off your knees, and let me go So won't you please get up off your knees, and let me go Cause I'm here in a cage With a bottle of rage And a family like the mafia If my family tree goes back to the Romans Then I will change my name to Jones If my family tree goes back to Napolean Then I will change my name to Smith If my family tree goes back to the Romans Then I will change my name to Jones If you're looking at me to be an accountant Then you will look but you will never see If you're looking at me to start having babies Then you can wish because I'm not here to fool around You can wish because I'm not here to fool around You can wish because I'm not here to fool around 11) There is too much love ¡@ I could hang about and burn my fingers I've been hanging out here waiting for something to start You think I'm faultless to a 't' My manner set impeccably But underneath I am the same as you I could dance all night like I'm a soul boy But I know I'd rather drag myself across the dance floor I feel like dancing on my own Where no one knows me, and where I Can cause offence just by the way I look And when I come to blows When I am numbering my foes Just hope that you are on my side my dear But it's best to finish as it started With my face head down just staring at the brown formica It's safer not to look around I can't hide my feelings from you now There's too much love to go around these days You say I've got another face That's not a fault of mine these days I'm honest, brutal and afraid of you

Life In The Jungle

JARREN BENTON "My Grandma's Basement"
[Hook:] Live fast, die young in the jungle How the fuck you still standing? Gonna crumble if you tumble That's how they want you You can make it if you want to Learn to live with your regrets when they come haunt you It's life in the jungle Aye, aye, aye It's life in the jungle Aye, aye, aye Don't let me die [Verse 1:] High school drop out, I was so young Just so I could rap, damn I was so dumb Met a coke head older bitch, I was so sprung Popped pills, then put a lot of dope in our lungs Damn, didn't mean to disappoint my mom Hit a couple licks, then throw away the gun Never doing time in the state, now we all fucked up Damn, I should've been on my way to prom Life of a young black teen Not my kids where the fucking vaccine Streets turn some niggas to a crack fiend Had dreams you would hit the line, like rapp-ing All my niggas so soft in heart I was in the basement, tryna practice my art Life is a beach with a ocean, with sharks Don't let em smell blood, they'll tear you apart Worst fear: I would turn to be nothin' Least in my kids eyes I would mean somethin' Paranoid like a motherfucker seen somethin' That a scared nigga straight, motherfucker I ain't frontin' Yes I'm king, young black teen Throwed off from the bullshit that I've seen Wait for my nightmare, I live my dreams Still here bitch, ready for whatever life brings [Hook:] Live fast, die young in the jungle How the fuck you still standing? Gonna crumble if you tumble That's how they want you You can make it if you want to Learn to live with your regrets when they come haunt you It's life in the jungle Aye, aye, aye It's life in the jungle Aye, aye, aye Don't let me die [Verse 2:] Sorry y'all, but I was off that night High as hell, I could've lost my life What the fuck am I smoking? What you put in that pipe? That's PCP nah nigga that ain't right Confronted my fears right by the moonlight I was so geeked couldn't even move right I was so scared, felt God that night Bless you and me, ACHOO, Gesundheit Amazed how a nigga made it Without land on the pavement, and locked in cages We all go through phases And roam through hell and hopes someone saves us Came up from the east, lex, and gold teeth Chevy's, old school Capri's, running from the police Some didn't make it like Cochise My homeboy died over old beef Yeah, not Salmonella Rolled around that night looking for the killer Came back home, boy get it together What the fuck am I doin', boy chase somethin' better Try a whole new angle Levitate through the bullshit, Chris Angel Must be touched by angels Bro got a loose foot, gripping this angle Life in the jungle [Hook:] Live fast, die young in the jungle How the fuck you still standing? Gonna crumble if you tumble That's how they want you You can make it if you want to Learn to live with your regrets when they come haunt you It's life in the jungle Aye, aye, aye It's life in the jungle Aye, aye, aye Don't let me die [Verse 3:] Life in the jungle, we scrambling just to make it Dr. Conrad Murray niggas losin' they patients Can't find a decent job with good wages he's on probation Baby momma bitchin' 'bout paper, fuck he can't take it Stress is kickin' in, and this pain and his heart is achin' Don't wanna fuckin' lose it, his faith is slowing decayin' Momma constantly prayin', hope the angels can save him Poppa was never there, so these fuckin' animals raise him No decent role models, these dope boys they craze him Cops patrol the block with no empathy, they just gauge him Same old cycle, we been through this shit for ages We question the presence of God, shit is just never changin' In the jungle

Young Man, Old Man

THE BLACK CROWES "Lions"
It's been tough, livin rough But you're here stay Six feet under the ground Is not as hard as it sounds OK Gittin' high, seein' with three eyes on a rainy day Been dusted, busted, blown away Gittin' in your ear, nothin' to fear Let the music play Big or tall, it's gonna hit you all Or get out the way Come along baby, soundin' strong baby What I say We all got lines and at the end We all gotta pay Chorus: Young man crazy Old man wise Some folks real Some just jive Young man crazy Old man wise Sun stars earth Moon sky tides Murder in mind and this time baby it's for real Take the devil aside it's time to make the deal Wash the blood if you want But the truth you can't conceal Gonna roll on driving wheel Chorus

Tabula Rasa Pt Ll

Freundeskreis
gantleman-judgement comes like rain tired of their dirty bag of tricks we come to clearout their brains the rebel toops once again revolutionary mood ready to mash up them chains -refrain- der tag der abrechnung wird kommen wie regen wir haben ihre falschen spiele satt kommen um ihnen den Kopf zu waschen die Rebellentruppen sind wieder da mit revolutionärem geist bereit die ketten zu sprengen sekou- before i blow this verse let's explain the name first ambassador cause fame ain't a game no morei be the senior representative who ame from abroad my wanderlust inherited from massachusetts to stuttgart state of the arts southern parts to the top of the charts we set it off strike tagrget headedstraight for your heart mark my words we got soldiers marching in herds who saw the murder my condolenceto the martyr james bird jr. on towards adis-abbeba to the badme boarder area black on black wars from etheopia to eretrea quote the next elect who swore that he cared but all he did was sweat the riches stripthe source till it's bbare that's when the forces interfer and let you know that it's wrong we compareto bich niggas like pros and cons like gold and bronze we could bond or get it on i'd rather spit some images and then shit on your song we drop bombs like the squad of muammar al'ghaddafi touch your life like it's flight103 over lockerbie we hijack grab the mic back said it before i'm going to keep representing like it's 1994 bevor ich den vers beginne laßt mich den namen erklär'n ambassador denn ruhm ist kein spiel mehr ich sei der höchste abgesante der von jenseits der grenzen kam meine wanderlust hab ich geerbt vonmassachusetts nach stuttgart brandaktuelle kunst aus dem süden an die spitze der charts wir bringen es an den start treffen ins schwarze wenn wir auf euer herz zielen merk es dir ein für alle mal wir haben heere maschierender soldatendie den mord sahen ich erweise den märtyrer james bird seine letzte ehre weiter nach addis abbeba bis ins badme kriegsgebiet krieg schwarzer gegen schwarzer zwischen äthiopien und eritrea ich zitiere den wahlsieger der schwor sich darum zu sorgen aber alles was er tat war dem geld zu fröhnen bis die quelle versiegte das ist der punkt an dem die streitmähte einschreiten um euch wissen zu lassen das es falsch ist wir verhalten uns zu bitchniggas wie pro zu contra- profis und anfänger gold und bronze können wir uns verbinden oder anfangen zu streiten ich spuck lieber ein paar bilder aus und scheiß dann auf dein lied wir werfen bombenm wie die einheiten muammar ghadaffis bedrohen dein leben wie flug 103 in lockerbie wir kapern und holen uns das mike zurück und wie schon gesagt ich werde auch weiterhin representen als wäre es 1994 andres- c'est a ehyowa-world qui raisonne mon nokia pour andrekson un job genre c.i.a. j'dit o.k. pap's arriva! stress start via stuttgart et max me dit see ya a la douance on m' dit ou est le coke ou l' crackmon cahier d'rime c'est la seule dope dans l'sack En sortant d'l'aeroport j'saute pas dans une bentley creme maisdans une benz black juste c'que un gentleman aime au stud on parle de biz comme epmd pas d'chichi meme si c'est dur sur ep lp tu sais faut rester fidele a soi sinon on s'fuck vite ouh shit c'est ce que tu dira quand dans l'cockpit tu controle plus j'ai pas d'porsche boxtermais dans c'boxon fait qu'j'faire tous les serpents voulant m'fuck l'air de rien besoin d'chien d'gardede boxer ca boxe hard pour etre dans l' boxoffice frere les senoriats mattent mes walabees at mes royalties et m'disent ich liebe dich just parce qu'j' fais du biz et j'm'en fous de lausanne a banztown on est down fk squad on stress pour le vrai sound in ehyowaworld klingelt mein nokia für andrekson im stil von cia ich sag ok paps kommt die reise beginnt via stuttgart und max sagt wir seh'n uns am zoll fragt man mich hast du cocks oder crack mein reimbuch ist das einzige dope in meiner tasche am flughafen steige ich nicht in einen cremefarbenen bentley sondern in einen schwarzen benzso wie es sich für einen gentleman gehört im studio sprechen wir vino buisness wie epmd machen uns kein stress selbst wenn es schwer ist auf ep oder lp du weißt man muß sich selber treu bleiben sonstist man schnell am arsch oh shit, wirst du sagen, wenn du im cockpit sitzt und die kontolle verlierst. ich besitze keinen porsche boxster man muß sich durchboxen und mit harten bandagen kämpfen, um im boxgeschäft dabei zu sein bruder, die senoritas schauen auf meine walabess und meine royalties und sagen mir ich liebe dich nur weil ich im buisness bin doch das ist mir egal denn von lausanne bis nach benztown sind wir miteinander unten fk squad steht für den waren sound -max- ich scannte die location standing ovations für'n lowbudget video auf heavy rotation yo es ist noch immer so wir play'n die stations hiphop stages und das biz das fake ist ich bestand in der höhle des löwen wie daniel beritt kamele in der branchewie nomaden in der sahel wir ham' der krake die tentakel abgeschlagen die moral dieser fabel daß sie unsren idealen erlagen sah mehr versade als die dörfer potemkins ich lass' die maskerade weil unsere hörer kompetent sind bleib lieber ehrlich dennegal wie populär du bist komm' irgendwann affärenans licht dann heißt das dein karriereknick leidest schiffbruch unter dem zürnenden poseidon dein' weg zeochnen mehr bitchmoves als den der dirnen von saigon wir bringen würze wie ceylon florier'n wie schmuggelauf der seidenstraße bleiben auf dem boden und das ist keine phrase ich bin nicht bibel- sondern manifest meine wissenschaft ist histomat sing lieder der revolte wie die marseillaise Tacheles ich sag was sache istalle reden vom chedda wir machen es und rüsten truppen gegen chankei checks

Tabula Rasa Pt 2

Freundeskreis
gantleman-judgement comes like rain tired of their dirty bag of tricks we come to clearout their brains the rebel toops once again revolutionary mood ready to mash up them chains -refrain- der tag der abrechnung wird kommen wie regen wir haben ihre falschen spiele satt kommen um ihnen den Kopf zu waschen die Rebellentruppen sind wieder da mit revolutionärem geist bereit die ketten zu sprengen sekou- before i blow this verse let's explain the name first ambassador cause fame ain't a game no morei be the senior representative who ame from abroad my wanderlust inherited from massachusetts to stuttgart state of the arts southern parts to the top of the charts we set it off strike tagrget headedstraight for your heart mark my words we got soldiers marching in herds who saw the murder my condolenceto the martyr james bird jr. on towards adis-abbeba to the badme boarder area black on black wars from etheopia to eretrea quote the next elect who swore that he cared but all he did was sweat the riches stripthe source till it's bbare that's when the forces interfer and let you know that it's wrong we compareto bich niggas like pros and cons like gold and bronze we could bond or get it on i'd rather spit some images and then shit on your song we drop bombs like the squad of muammar al'ghaddafi touch your life like it's flight103 over lockerbie we hijack grab the mic back said it before i'm going to keep representing like it's 1994 bevor ich den vers beginne laßt mich den namen erklär'n ambassador denn ruhm ist kein spiel mehr ich sei der höchste abgesante der von jenseits der grenzen kam meine wanderlust hab ich geerbt vonmassachusetts nach stuttgart brandaktuelle kunst aus dem süden an die spitze der charts wir bringen es an den start treffen ins schwarze wenn wir auf euer herz zielen merk es dir ein für alle mal wir haben heere maschierender soldatendie den mord sahen ich erweise den märtyrer james bird seine letzte ehre weiter nach addis abbeba bis ins badme kriegsgebiet krieg schwarzer gegen schwarzer zwischen äthiopien und eritrea ich zitiere den wahlsieger der schwor sich darum zu sorgen aber alles was er tat war dem geld zu fröhnen bis die quelle versiegte das ist der punkt an dem die streitmähte einschreiten um euch wissen zu lassen das es falsch ist wir verhalten uns zu bitchniggas wie pro zu contra- profis und anfänger gold und bronze können wir uns verbinden oder anfangen zu streiten ich spuck lieber ein paar bilder aus und scheiß dann auf dein lied wir werfen bombenm wie die einheiten muammar ghadaffis bedrohen dein leben wie flug 103 in lockerbie wir kapern und holen uns das mike zurück und wie schon gesagt ich werde auch weiterhin representen als wäre es 1994 andres- c'est a ehyowa-world qui raisonne mon nokia pour andrekson un job genre c.i.a. j'dit o.k. pap's arriva! stress start via stuttgart et max me dit see ya a la douance on m' dit ou est le coke ou l' crackmon cahier d'rime c'est la seule dope dans l'sack En sortant d'l'aeroport j'saute pas dans une bentley creme maisdans une benz black juste c'que un gentleman aime au stud on parle de biz comme epmd pas d'chichi meme si c'est dur sur ep lp tu sais faut rester fidele a soi sinon on s'fuck vite ouh shit c'est ce que tu dira quand dans l'cockpit tu controle plus j'ai pas d'porsche boxtermais dans c'boxon fait qu'j'faire tous les serpents voulant m'fuck l'air de rien besoin d'chien d'gardede boxer ca boxe hard pour etre dans l' boxoffice frere les senoriats mattent mes walabees at mes royalties et m'disent ich liebe dich just parce qu'j' fais du biz et j'm'en fous de lausanne a banztown on est down fk squad on stress pour le vrai sound in ehyowaworld klingelt mein nokia für andrekson im stil von cia ich sag ok paps kommt die reise beginnt via stuttgart und max sagt wir seh'n uns am zoll fragt man mich hast du cocks oder crack mein reimbuch ist das einzige dope in meiner tasche am flughafen steige ich nicht in einen cremefarbenen bentley sondern in einen schwarzen benzso wie es sich für einen gentleman gehört im studio sprechen wir vino buisness wie epmd machen uns kein stress selbst wenn es schwer ist auf ep oder lp du weißt man muß sich selber treu bleiben sonstist man schnell am arsch oh shit, wirst du sagen, wenn du im cockpit sitzt und die kontolle verlierst. ich besitze keinen porsche boxster man muß sich durchboxen und mit harten bandagen kämpfen, um im boxgeschäft dabei zu sein bruder, die senoritas schauen auf meine walabess und meine royalties und sagen mir ich liebe dich nur weil ich im buisness bin doch das ist mir egal denn von lausanne bis nach benztown sind wir miteinander unten fk squad steht für den waren sound -max- ich scannte die location standing ovations für'n lowbudget video auf heavy rotation yo es ist noch immer so wir play'n die stations hiphop stages und das biz das fake ist ich bestand in der höhle des löwen wie daniel beritt kamele in der branchewie nomaden in der sahel wir ham' der krake die tentakel abgeschlagen die moral dieser fabel daß sie unsren idealen erlagen sah mehr versade als die dörfer potemkins ich lass' die maskerade weil unsere hörer kompetent sind bleib lieber ehrlich dennegal wie populär du bist komm' irgendwann affärenans licht dann heißt das dein karriereknick leidest schiffbruch unter dem zürnenden poseidon dein' weg zeochnen mehr bitchmoves als den der dirnen von saigon wir bringen würze wie ceylon florier'n wie schmuggelauf der seidenstraße bleiben auf dem boden und das ist keine phrase ich bin nicht bibel- sondern manifest meine wissenschaft ist histomat sing lieder der revolte wie die marseillaise Tacheles ich sag was sache istalle reden vom chedda wir machen es und rüsten truppen gegen chankei checks

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