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My dad is a musician and plays many instruments including the flute—he worships Ian Anderson; he and his late best friend Tom were Jethro Tull’s number one fans. I called them Jethro Dull. I was 4 or 5. I remember being at Tom’s house sitting at the top of what felt like an endless staircase that went up to his loft—I was so tiny—watching them below and listening as they played this album on vinyl, just wondering when we could go home already. I wish I could go back to that moment. This song will always be imprinted on my soul. Really don't mind if you sit this one out My word's 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 sandcastle 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 said 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
Feb 21, 2025
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One of your eyes is always half-shut Somethin' happened when you were a kid I didn't know you then and I'll never understand Why it feels like I did ... And you must've been looking for me Sendin' smoke signals, pelicans circling Burning trash out on the beach ... I wanna live at the Holiday Inn Where somebody else makes the bed We'll watch TV while the lights on the street Put all the stars to death ... I buried a hatchet, it's comin' up lavender The future's unwritten, the past is a corridor I'm at the exit, looking back through the hall You are anonymous, I am a concrete wall
Mar 5, 2024
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im tired of pretending theyre not a good band. Never made it as a wise man I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealing Tired of living like a blind man I'm sick of sight without a sense of feeling And this is how you remind me 🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣🗣
Apr 30, 2024

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it's like a river flowing in the opposite of the culture. it's very important to participate in the counterculture and participate in public because the culture is a toilet but the counterculture is pure and true. anything can be the counterculture if it's countercultural. i believe the fast casual bowl restaurant to be one of our greatest countercultural institutions today simply for the fact that so many of our countercultural warriors are eating fast casual grain or salad bowls in order to fuel up for their day jobs.
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