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Musik 1970er Jahre

Jethro Tull - Aqualung

Aqualung

Aqualung ist das vierte Album der britischen Progressive-Rock-Band Jethro Tull, aufgenommen und veröffentlicht 1971.

Das von durchgängiger kompositorischer Klasse gekennzeichnete Album erhöhte den Bekanntheitsgrad der Band enorm und stellt deren ersten musikalisch-kreativen Höhepunkt dar. Nach wie vor bezeichnen Kritiker dieses Album als wesentlichen Meilenstein der Rockmusik.

Lyrics

Sitting on a park bench, eyeing little girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.

He is drying in the cold sun, Watching as the frilly panties run. Feeling like a dead duck, spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

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. But 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 you start away uneasy. You poor old son, so 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. But 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 you start away uneasy. You poor old son, you see, it's only me.

Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy. Oh you poor old son, you see, it's only me. Oh you know 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.

He is drying in the cold sun, Watching as the frilly panties run. Feeling like a dead duck, spitting out pieces of his broken luck.

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