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Jethro Tull Aqualung
Исполнитель: Jethro Tull
Автор: Ian Anderson/Jennie Anderson
Метки: Прогрессивный рок
Язык: Английский
Основной список: Да




Место в списке: 12
Баллы: 9283
Средний балл: 3.79
Проголосовало: 2444 человека
Голосов за удаление: 115
1961 человек поставили 5
5 человек поставили 4
11 человек поставили 3
54 человека поставили 2
32 человека поставили 1
69 человек поставили -1
290 человек поставили -2
22 человека поставили -3


« Sitting on the park bench --
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot is running down his nose --
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun --
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck --
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Whoa, aqualung

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 --
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet.

Feeling alone --
the army's up the road
salvation a la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend --
don't you start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
The December's foggy freeze --
when the ice that
clings on to your beard was
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.
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