Songs From the Wood - 1978 - Jethro Tull

Songs From the Wood - 1978 - Jethro Tull


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Let me bring you songs from the wood:
to make you feel much better than you could know.
Dust you down from tip to toe.
Show you how the garden grows.
Hold you steady as you go.
Join the chorus if you can:
it'll make of you an honest man.
Let me bring you love from the field:
poppies red and roses filled with summer rain.
To heal the wound and still the pain
that threatens again and again
as you drag down every lover's lane.
Life's long celebration's here.
I'll toast you all in penny cheer.
Let me bring you all things refined:
galliards and lute songs served in chilling ale.
Greetings well met fellow, hail!
I am the wind to fill your sail.
I am the cross to take your nail:
A singer of these ageless times.
With kitchen prose and gutter rhymes.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.

Jethro Tull - Aqualung

Aqualung

Sitting on a park bench

Eyeing little girls with bad intent.

Snot running down his nose

Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.

Hey Aqualung

Drying in the cold sun

Watching as the frilly panties run.

Hey Aqualung

Feeling like a dead duck

Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

Oh Aqualung

Sun streaking cold

An old man wandering lonely.

Taking time

The only way he knows.

Leg hurting bad,

As he bends to pick a dog-end

He goes down to the bog

And warms his feet.

Feeling alone

The army's up the road

Salvation à la mode and

A cup of tea.

Aqualung my friend

Don't start away uneasy

You poor old sod, you see, it's only me.

Do you still remember

December's foggy freeze

When the ice that

Clings on to your beard is

Screaming agony.

And you snatch your rattling last breaths

With deep-sea-diver sounds,

And the flowers bloom like

Madness in the spring.

Sun streaking cold

An old man wandering lonely.

Taking time

The only way he knows.

Leg hurting bad,

As he bends to pick a dog-end

He goes down to the bog

And warms his feet.

Feeling alone

The army's up the rode

Salvation à la mode and

A cup of tea.

Aqualung my friend

Don't start away uneasy

You poor old sod, you see, it's only me.

Dee dee dee dee

Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee

Dee dee dee dee dee dee

Dee dee dee dee

Aqualung my friend

Don't start away uneasy

You poor old sod, you see, it's only me.

Sitting on a park bench

Eyeing little girls with bad intent.

Snot running down his nose

Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.

Hey Aqualung

Drying in the cold sun

Watching as the frilly panties run.

Hey Aqualung

Feeling like a dead duck

Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.Hey Aqualung

Oh oh oh Aqualung