Lyrics Sealion.lrc Jethro Tull
[id: tduajezh]
[ar: Jethro Tull]
[al: War Child (Bonus Track Version)]
[ti: Sealion]
[length: 03:41]
[00:20.80]Over the mountains, and under the sky
[00:31.67]Riding dirty gray horses, go you and I.
[00:35.35]Mating with chance, copulating with mirth
[00:39.82]The sad-glad paymasters (for what it’s worth).
[00:44.30]The ice-cream castles are refrigerated;
[00:47.95]The super-marketeers are on parade.
[00:51.61]There’s a golden handshake hanging round your neck,
[00:56.17]As you light your cigarette on the burning deck.
[01:00.61]And you balance your world on the tip of your nose
[01:04.26]Like a Sealion with a ball, at the carnival.
[01:08.78]You wear a shiny skin and a funny hat
[01:13.39]The Almighty Animal Trainer lets it go at that.
[01:17.87]You bark ever-so-slightly at the Trainer’s gun,
[01:21.40]With you whiskers melting in the noon-day sun.
[01:25.93]You flip and you flop under the Big White Top
[01:29.51]Where the long-legged ring-mistress starts and stops.
[01:34.11]But you know, after all, the act is wearing thin
[01:37.78]As the crowd grows uneasy and the boos begin.
[01:42.20]But you balance your world on the tip of your nose
[01:45.95]You’re a Sealion with a ball at the carnival.
[01:53.15]Just a trace of pride upon our fixed grins
[02:28.45]For there is no business like the show we’re in.
[02:32.95]There is no reason, no rhyme, no right
[02:36.58]To leave the circus ’til we’ve said good-night.
[02:42.02]The same performance, in the same old way;
[02:44.72]It’s the same old story to this Passion Play.
[02:49.23]So we’ll shoot the moon, and hope to call the tune
[02:53.78]And make no pin cushion of this big balloon.
[02:57.43]Look how we balance the world on the tips of our noses,
[03:01.00]Like Sealions with a ball at the carnival.
[03:07.32]Year of Release: 1974