Lyrics From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser (Steven Wilson Stereo Remix).lrc Jethro Tull
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[ar: Jethro Tull]
[al: Too Old To Rock ‘N’ Roll: Too Young To Die!]
[ti: From a Dead Beat to an Old Greaser (Steven Wilson Stereo Remix)]
[length: 04:11]
[00:06.35]From a dead beat, to an old greaser:
[00:17.31]Here’s thinking of you.
[00:23.62]You won’t remember the long nights,
[00:32.62]coffee bars, and black tights
[00:40.85]and white thighs in shop windows
[00:48.92]where blond assistants fully-fashioned a world
[00:57.96]made of dummies, with no mummies
[01:07.00]or daddies to reject them.
[01:15.19]When bombs were banned every Sunday
[01:24.15]and the Shadows did F.B.I.
[01:31.48]And tired young sax-players sold their instruments
[01:36.99]of torture;
[01:40.55]sat in the station, sharing wet dreams
[01:48.64]of Charlie Parker, Jack Kerouac,
[01:57.74]Rene Magritte, to name a few of the heroes
[02:09.44]who were too wise for their own good;
[02:14.84]left the young brood to go on living
[02:23.98]without them.
[02:58.24]Old queers with young faces, who remember
[03:09.91]your name
[03:14.57]though you’re a dead beat with tired feet;
[03:23.82]two ends that don’t meet.
[03:31.92]From a dead beat to an old greaser:
[03:42.84]think you must have me all wrong.
[03:49.16]I didn’t care, friend; I wasn’t there, friend.
[03:57.27]If it’s the price of a pint that you need, ask me again.
[04:04.59]Year of Release: 1976