Lyrics Aqualung (Palais des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975).lrc Jethro Tull
[id: pshlypry]
[ar: Jethro Tull]
[al: Minstrel in the Gallery]
[ti: Aqualung (Palais des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975)]
[length: 09:41]
[00:12.71]Sitting on a park bench
[00:17.26]Eying little girls
[00:19.07]With bad intent.
[00:28.15]Snot running down his nose
[00:32.61]Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
[00:43.47]Drying in the cold sun
[00:48.82]Watching as the frilly panties run.
[00:59.59]Feeling like a dead duck
[01:04.13]Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
[01:16.72]Sun streaking cold
[01:20.37]An old man wandering lonely.
[01:25.79]Taking time
[01:26.20]The only way he knows.
[01:35.21]Leg hurting bad,
[01:37.92]As he bends to pick a dog end
[01:43.32]Goes down to a bog to
[01:47.80]Warm his feet.
[01:57.89]Feeling alone
[02:01.76]The army’s up the rode
[02:06.36]Salvation a la mode and
[02:10.84]A cup of tea.
[02:16.21]Aqualung my friend
[02:19.87]Don’t start away uneasy
[02:24.41]You poor old sod
[02:27.12]You see it’s only me.
[02:38.84]Do you still remember
[02:41.54]December’s foggy freeze
[02:44.21]When the ice that
[02:44.85]Clings on to your beard is
[02:46.68]Screaming agony.
[02:49.43]And you snatch your rattling last breaths
[02:53.06]With deep-sea diver sounds,
[02:55.75]And the flowers bloom like
[02:57.59]Madness in the spring.
[03:04.72]Sun streaking cold
[03:06.56]An old man wandering lonely.
[03:09.27]Taking time
[03:11.65]The only way he knows.
[03:16.16]Leg hurting bad,
[03:17.90]As he bends to pick a dog end
[03:20.77]Goes down to a bog to
[03:23.63]Warm his feet.
[03:29.80]Feeling alone
[03:32.57]The army’s up the rode
[03:35.25]Salvation a la mode and
[03:37.92]A cup of tea.
[03:41.50]Aqualung my friend
[03:43.35]Don’t start away uneasy
[03:46.01]You poor old sod
[03:47.87]You see it’s only me.
[03:55.81]
[05:28.66]Aqualung my friend
[05:33.18]Don’t just start away uneasy
[05:38.69]You poor old sod
[05:40.97]You see it’s only me.
[06:05.30]Sitting on a park bench
[06:09.83]Eying little girls
[06:11.21]With bad intent.
[06:20.81]Snot running down his nose
[06:26.28]Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
[06:36.10]Drying in the cold sun
[06:41.05]Watching as the frilly panties run.
[06:52.65]Feeling like a dead duck
[06:57.15]Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
[07:28.75]Year of Release: 1975