Wednesday, July 26, 2017

"Thick as a Brick," A Giant Angry Smurf, and "Aqualung"

Excerpt from lyrics for "Thick As a Brick"

You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
And you wonder who to call on.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
They're all resting down in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual.

- Ian Anderson

Speaking of Boy Scout manuals ...

There's nothing much to add about that horrible woman as she probably never heard Jethro Tull when she was young since she was a Republican back then and, wtf, she still is.  She got an expensive paint job to hide it but she wasted her money.

The beauty part is Bill Clinton has to listen to her whining bullshit all day long.

Clinton is just tottering baggage left over from a failed system so back to Jethro Tull.

Excerpt from lyrics to "Aqualung"

Sitting on the park bench --
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot is running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Whoa, aqualung

- Ian Anderson

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