Tired of lying in the sunshine, staying home to watch the rain
And you are young and life is long, and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun
frickin steamboat by adrianne lenker its in my head when i wake up and drive and shower and do dishes
simple rhyme and heartstring lyrics are a back scratcher to my brain
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