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°Thick As A Brick°
from the "Thick As A Brick" album

 Really don't mind if you sit this one out
My words 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 say 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

See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight
There are blackheads on his shoulders
And he pees himself in the night
We'll make a man of him put him to trade
Teach him to play Monopoly and to sing in the rain

The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea
The doer and the thinker: no allowance for the other
As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed

The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling
But the master of the house is far away
The horses stamping their warm breath clouding
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day

And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide
To wash them all aside

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea
The builder of the castles renews the ageold purpose
And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need

The young men of the household have all gone into service
And are not to be expected for a year
The innocent young master thoughts moving ever faster
Has formed the plan to change the man he seems

And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son
Who puts him to the run

What do you do when the old man's gone
Do you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song
Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
And the whirlpool turns you `way offbeam

LATER

I've come down from the upper class
To mend your rotten ways
My father was a manofpower
Whom everyone obeyed

So come on all you criminals!
I've got to put you straight
Just like I did with my old man
Twenty years too late

Your bread and water's going cold
Your hair is too short and neat
I'll judge you all and make damn sure
That noone judges me

You curl your toes in fun
As you smile at everyone
You meet the stares, you're unaware
That your doings aren't done
And you laugh most ruthlessly
As you tell us what not to be
But how are we supposed to see
Where we should run?

I see you shuffle in the courtroom
With your rings upon your fingers
And your downy little sidies
And your silverbuckle shoes

Playing at the hard case
You follow the example
Of the comicpaper idol
Who lets you bend the rules

So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages
Of your comicbooks your super crooks
And show us all the way

Well! Make your will and testament
Won't you? Join your local government
We'll have Superman for president
Let Robin save the day

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 paperback edition
Of the Boy Scout Manual


LATER

See there! A man born
And we pronounce him fit for peace
There's a load lifted from his shoulders
With the discovery of his disease

We'll! Take the child from him
Put it to the test
Teach it to be a wise man
How to fool the rest

...

So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't your rise up from the pages
Of your comicbooks your supercrooks
And show us all the way

Well! Make your will and testament
Won't you? Join your local government
We'll have Superman for president
Let Robin save the day

So! Where the hell was Biggles
When you needed him last Saturday?
And where were all the sportsmen
Who always pulled you through?

They're all resting down in Cornwall
Writing up their memoirs
For a paperback edition
Of the Boy Scout Manual

OF COURSE

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
Ian Anderson, grandnephew and Gerald Bostock, great grandnephew

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