Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Prelude, artist - Jethro Tull. Album song Too Old to Rock 'n' Roll: Too Young to Die!, in the genre Прогрессивный рок
Date of issue: 26.11.2015
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
Prelude |
Lifebeats |
Instrumental part |
Prelude |
Instrumental part |
The Silver Cord |
«Do you still see me even here?» |
(The silver cord lies on the ground.) |
«And so I’m dead», the young man said — over the hill (not a wish away) |
My friends (as one) all stand aligned, although their taxis came too late |
There was a rush along the Fulham Road |
There was a hush in the Passion Play |
Such a sense of glowing in the aftermath ripe with rich attainments |
All imagined sad misdeeds in disarray the sore thumb screams aloud |
Echoing out of the Passion Play |
All the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key: |
Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance |
There was a rush along the Fulham Road |
Into the Ever-passion Play |
And who comes here to wish me well? |
A sweetly-scented angel fell |
She laid her head upon my disbelief |
And bathed me with her ever-smile |
And with a howl across the sand |
I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound |
NO-ONE (but someone to be found) |
Re-Assuring Tune |
Instrumental part |
Memory Bank |
All along the icy wastes there are faces smiling in the gloom |
Roll up roll down, Feeling unwound? |
Step into the viewing room |
The cameras were all around. |
We’ve got you taped; |
you’re in the play |
Here’s your I.D. |
(Ideal for identifying one and all.) |
Invest your life in the memory bank; |
ours the interest and we thank you |
The ice-cream lady wets her drawers, to see you in the passion play |
Take the prize for instant pleasure |
Captain of the cricket team |
Public speaking in all weathers |
A knighthood from a queen |
Best Friends |
All of your best friends' telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand |
There’s a line in a front-page story, 13 horses that also-ran |
Climb in your old umbrella |
Does it have a nasty tear in the dome? |
But the rain only gets in sometimes and the sun never leaves you alone |
Critique Oblique |
Lover of the black and white it’s your first night |
The Passion Play, goes all the way, spoils your insight |
Tell me how the baby’s made, how the lady’s laid |
Why the old dog howls in sadness |
And your little sister’s immaculate virginity wings away |
On the bony shoulders of a young horse named George |
Who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision |
(The examining body examined her body.) |
Actor of the low-high Q, let’s hear your view |
Peek at the lines upon your sleeves since your memory won’t do |
Tell me: how the baby’s graded, how the lady’s faded |
Why the old dogs howl with madness |
All of this and some of that’s the only way to skin the cat |
And now you’ve lost a skin or two, you’re for us and we for you |
The dressing room is right behind |
We’ve got you taped, you’re in the play |
How does it feel to be in the play? |
How does it feel to play the play? |
How does it feel to be the play? |
Man of passion rise again, we won’t cross you out: |
For we do love you like a son, of that there’s no doubt |
Tell us: is it you who are here for our good cheer? |
Or are we here for the glory, for the story, for the gory satisfaction |
Of telling you how absolutely awful you really are? |
There was a rush along the Fulham Road |
There was a hush in the Passion Play |
Forest Dance No.1 |
Instrumental part |