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Feeling alone -- the army's up the road salvation à la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend --- don't start away uneasy you poor old sod, you see, it's only me. |
My first and last time with you and we had some fun. went walking through the trees, yeah! And then I kissed you once. Oh I want to see you soon but I wonder how. It was a new day yesterday but it's an old day now. |
Nights of winter turn me cold --- fears of dying, getting old. We ran the race and the race was won by running slowly. Stand up (We used to know) |
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In days of peace -- sweet smelling summer nights of wine and song; dusty pavements burning feet. Why am I crying, I want to know. How can I smile and make it right? For sixty days and eighty nights and not give in and lose the fight. Benefit (With you there to help me) |
So come on, I'm the
whistler. I have a fife and a drum to play. Get ready for the whistler. I whistle along on the seventh day --- whistle along on the seventh day. |
When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day, and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say, well, don't you fret, don't you fear, I will give you good cheer. Life's a long song. |
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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 March, the mad
scientist, rings a new change in ever-dancing colours. |
The minstrel in the gallery looked down upon the smiling faces. He met the gazes -- observed the spaces between the old men's cackle. |
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My telephone wakes me in the morning -- |
My Sunday feeling is coming on over me. |
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[Hintergrundmusik: 'A Passion Play ' (Extract) von Jethro Tull] |
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Lyrics by Ian Anderson (Jethro Tull) except 'Aqualung' by Jenny Anderson |
Stand: 08.11.2006 |