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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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I LOVE Jethro Tull. I have more of an appreciation for ‘em now than growing up. My Dad wasn’t a *musician* musician, but he did help me learn how to play guitar. Nursie, Life Is A Long Song, and Mother Goose are the songs that were ingrained into my brain as a kid, I miss those days a lot I think
softshelled I’m about to listen to this song and get soooo sentimental. They are definitely really hard to appreciate as a child I remember thinking like why are their songs sooo long lol. Their Christmas album rocks!!!!
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But I remember you, you had a body
You had hands and arms and legs and et cetera
Did I fail? Did I fall?
(In the morning when I wake up, are you mine?)
Did I waste my time, waste my time on a broken heart?
(Take the trash out like a bad dream, are you gone?)
Or is this the start of the great silence?
(From the old house, the fiercest heart spoke, are you mine?)
Is this the start of every day?
(Christmas tree's dead, you know how time flies, are you gone?)
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So descend into cliché
If the music has forsaken you
Roll the stone over the grave
I never liked that one anyways
Or stare into the face
Of whatever it is that's facing you
And if the levee breaks
You'll find out what it is that's replacing you
And when the mirror breaks
I wouldn't miss it for the world
Call it blackstar
Call it painstar
The same thing happens when you touch it
Did they tell you what happens when you touch it?
Did they tell you what happens when you touch it?
Did they tell you
Did they tell me
What happened to you?
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Then we shall see face to face.
Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known
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So you never made nice with the locals
But you tied me up slow with your vine, stuck
It takes a few years, but they break bones
It takes a few months, but our bones heal
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And I know
You're tired
Well, I'm tired too
Oh, that every time I try to make lunch
For anyone else, in my head
I end up dreaming of you
And you come to me
Good morning
Show me the place where he inserted the blade
I'll praise the lord, burn my house
I get lost, I freak out
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As if it never happened at all
Good morning
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Good morning
Show me where to tie the other end of this chain
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I fell onto the ground
I wish I was sober
I can't get up off the ground
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When I closed my eyes
And I thought I was blind
It's the middle of the night
And I'll never be alright again
And this wallpaper
Keeps going 'round the room
Keeps going 'round the room
Keeps going 'round the room
And I follow it around the room
And I follow it around the room
Ooh
Keep smoking, I love you
Keep smoking, I love you
Keep smoking, I still love you
But I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna die
(William, let me out William
William, let me out William)
And I sat there on the steps
Considering death
There were only seconds left of the night
And I said hell is the sun
Burning forever at the center of things
A ball on fire at the center of things
A ball on fire at the center of things
A brain on fire at the center of things
A brain on fire at the center of things
I can't turn this thing off, it keeps following me
Used to be so human, now it's just a machine
I can't turn this thing off, it keeps following me
When you say you were leaving, would you really leave?
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