Thick as a Brick, Part I - Jethro Tull.mp3

[00:00.000] 作词 : Gerald Bostock
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ian Anderson
[00:08.661]Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
[00:15.497]My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT.
[00:23.050]I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
[00:30.285]Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink.
[00:37.400]So you ride yourselves over the fields and,
[00:42.217]you make all your animal deals and,
[00:46.485]your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
[01:03.588]And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away,
[01:11.142]in the tidal destruction the moral melee.
[01:18.767]The elastic retreat rings the close of play,
[01:26.183]as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.
[01:33.613]But your new shoes are worn at the heels,
[01:37.959]and your suntan does rapidly peel,
[01:42.348]and your wise men don't know how it feels,
[01:49.624]to be thick as a brick.
[02:00.629]And the love that I feel is so far away:,
[02:09.102]I'm a bad dream that I just had today,
[02:18.532]and you shake your head and say it's a shame.
[02:31.105]Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
[02:39.830]Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
[02:47.719]Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
[03:07.714]See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight.
[03:14.835]There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
[03:23.593]We'll make a man of him, put him to trade,
[03:31.183]teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain.
[06:07.452]The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water,
[06:12.955]as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
[06:18.870]The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other,
[06:24.147]as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
[06:30.208]The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling,
[06:35.737]but the master of the house is far away.
[06:41.387]The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding,
[06:46.898]in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
[06:52.375]And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
[06:59.126]And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
[07:04.913]Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
[09:19.577]The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river,
[09:24.890]where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:,
[09:31.014]the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose,
[09:36.624]and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
[09:42.140]The young men of the household have all gone into service,
[09:47.637]and are not to be expected for a year.
[09:53.187]The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster -,
[09:58.514]has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
[10:04.054]And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.
[10:10.915]And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
[10:16.598]Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
[11:19.405]What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him?
[11:28.143]And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him?
[11:36.702]No one to help you get up steam,
[11:44.780]and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.
[13:15.475]I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
[13:22.597]My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
[13:44.262]So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight,
[13:51.593]just like I did with my old man twenty years too late.
[15:25.818]Your bread and water's going cold.
[15:28.714]Your hair is too short and neat.
[15:32.963]I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
[16:34.883]You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone,
[16:38.997]you meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done.
[16:43.320]And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
[16:47.214]But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
[17:41.158]I see you shuffle in the courtroom with,
[17:44.129]your rings upon your fingers,
[17:46.463]and your downy little sidies,
[17:49.272]and your silver-buckle shoes.
[17:54.835]Playing at the hard case,
[17:57.167]you follow the example of the comic-paper idol,
[18:02.250]who lets you bend the rules.
[18:39.288]Come on ye childhood heroes!
[18:41.831]Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books,
[18:45.555]your super crooks,
[18:47.123]and show us all the way.
[18:52.204]Well! Make your will and testament.
[18:55.085]Won't you? Join your local government.
[18:57.395]We'll have Superman for president,
[18:59.925]let Robin save the day.
[19:05.717]You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
[19:11.048]The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line.
[19:16.340]And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are,
[19:21.134]and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
[19:26.513]And you wonder who to call on.
[19:59.885]So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
[20:04.970]And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
[20:12.517]They're all resting down in Cornwall,
[20:14.457]writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition,
[20:20.492]of the Boy Scout Manual.