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

[00:00.000] 作词 : Gerald Bostock
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ian Anderson
[00:52.181]See there! A man born - and we pronounce him fit for peace,
[00:59.480]There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease,
[01:09.245]We'll take the child from him put it to the test,
[01:15.754]Teach it to be a wise man how to fool the rest,
[04:18.520]In the clear white circles of morning wonder,
[04:22.737]I take my place with the lord of the hills,
[04:27.088]And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured,
[04:31.452]In neat little rows sporting canvas frills,
[04:47.199]With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
[04:51.430]While queueing for sarnies at the office canteen,
[04:55.714]Saying -- how's your granny and,
[05:00.151]Good old Ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win,
[05:58.941]The legends worded in the ancient tribal hymn lie cradled in the seagull's call,
[06:20.023]And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall,
[06:49.850]The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun, behind the gun,
[07:08.526]And signal for the crack of dawn. Light the sun. Light the sun,
[07:24.706]Do you believe in the day?
[07:43.378]Do you? Believe in the day,
[08:39.622]The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun,
[08:56.790]Soft Venus lonely maiden brings the ageless one,
[09:13.685]Do you believe? Believe in the day,
[09:31.091]Do you believe in the day?
[09:49.269]The fading hero has returned to the night,
[10:06.533]And fully pregnant with the day,
[10:13.243]Wise men endorse the poet's sight,
[10:22.953]Do you believe in the day?
[10:40.327]Do you? Believe in the day,
[13:11.714]Let me tell you the tales of your life,
[13:15.377]Of your love and the cut of the knife,
[13:19.314]The tireless oppression the wisdom instilled,
[13:22.940]The desire to kill or be killed,
[13:29.667]Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by,
[13:37.461]The pavements are empty: the gutters run red - while the fool toasts his god in the sky,
[14:49.191]So come all ye young men who are building castles!
[14:52.733]Kindly state the time of the year,
[14:56.550]And join your voices in a hellish chorus,
[15:00.012]Mark the precise nature of your fear,
[16:08.080]Let me help you to pick up your dead,
[16:11.920]As the sins of the father are fed,
[16:15.403]With the blood of the fools and,
[16:17.606]The thoughts of the wise,
[16:19.171]And from the pan under your bed,
[16:25.896]Let me make you a present of song,
[16:29.710]As the wise man breaks wind and is gone,
[16:33.482]While the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose,
[16:36.816]And the nursery rhyme winds along,
[17:13.843]So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!
[17:17.429]Kindly state the time of the year,
[17:21.177]And join your voices in a hellish chorus,
[17:24.679]Mark the precise nature of your fear,
[17:28.148]See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you,
[17:31.644]And the hour of judgement draweth near,
[17:35.229]Would you be the fool,
[17:36.671]Stood in his suit of armour,
[17:38.751]Or the wiser man who rushes clear,
[18:08.383]So! Come on ye childhood heroes!
[18:10.902]Won't your rise up from the pages,
[18:13.737]Of your comic-books your super-crooks,
[18:16.521]And show us all the way,
[18:18.992]Well! Make your will and testament,
[18:21.528]Won't you? Join your local government,
[18:24.050]We'll have Superman for president,
[18:26.630]Let Robin save the day,
[18:52.704]So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?
[18:57.861]And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
[19:03.027]They're all resting down in Cornwall -,
[19:05.733]Writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual,
[20:32.821]So you ride yourselves over the fields,
[20:37.543]And you make all your animal deals,
[20:42.392]And your wise men don't know how it feels,
[20:50.836]To be thick as a brick.