Won't you rise up from the pages [2. [Refrain] And your wise men don't know how it feels Won't you join your local government? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though? Come all ye young men who are building castles! As the wise man breaks wind and is gone But how are we supposed to see

Where we should run?

And your real self sings the song See There a Man Is Born / Clear White Circles (22:40 - 28:38)]

[4. Of the day And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.

and good old Ernie and take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars. [3:36 - 5:00 - Instrumental] and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.

Moves onward to the sea

The cattle quietly grazing Really Don't Mind / See There a Son Is Born (0:00 - 5:00)] [Verse 1] Really don't mind if you sit this one out My word's but a whisper, your deafness a shout [Refrain] [Verse 15] [Verse 5]

And the hour of judgement draweth near

The fading hero has returned [11:52 - 13:16 - Instrumental] Well, let me sing of the losers who lie The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose Of the Boy Scout Manual While the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink, So you ride yourselves over the fields

And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured I may make you feel, but I can't make you think Spin me down the long ages, let them sing the song, See there, a son is born

[Verse 17] From the pan under your bed And say it's a shame in the tidal destruction the moral melee. And how to fool the rest and good old Ernie, Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour, Locomotive Breath (Including Dambusters March), Too Old to Rock ‘n’ Roll: Too Young to Die, My God/Cross Eyed Mary - Live At Madison Square Garden.

And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are. Whose offer is his need Where the hell was Biggles

My father was a man-of-power And it comes up every time

in the sharp and frosty morning of the day. I see you shuffle in the courtroom with

As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed There are blackheads on his shoulders, And there he pees himself in the night Where the hell was Biggles Really don't mind if you sit this one out I've got to put you straight And shut out the whole truth

So I was really talking about people being intellectually incapable of absorbing whatever it might have been put across in those slightly spoofish, bombastic terms in the lyrics of the album." The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river So! Playing at the hard case For a year I'll judge you all and make damn sure And so you finally ask yourself Do you want to free him? Of your comic-books, your super crooks So you ride yourselves over the fields and. And where were all the sportsmen But the master of the house is far away

So, come on ye childhood heroes! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? Let me tell you the tales of your life Childhood Heroes Reprise (40:37 - 43:46)]

The lyrics, credited to a fictional eight-year-old named Gerald “Little Milton” Bostock, bombard the listener with impressionist verse, filled with archaic imagery. Spin me down the long ages And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are [20:23 - 22:40 - Instrumental] The builder of the castles So come on all you criminals!

As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way, But your new shoes are worn at the heels And show us all the way

See! [Verse 16 Reprise] A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight. just like I did with my old man twenty years too late. And join your voices in a hellish chorus I take my place with the lord of the hills Let Robin save the day

Who always pulled you though? And you shake your head where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea: the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose. Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth

The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line. We'll have Superman for president And the days of my youth Of bigger motor cars At the grass down by the river

And your wise men don't know how it feels [3. The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water. I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways. And your wise men don't know how it feels Despite it’s intentional elusiveness, the song is unified by themes including the coming of age, rebellion against the old establishment, and the uncertainty of new world order. has formed the plan to change the man he seems.

Put it to the test

The elastic retreat rings the close of play. The kettle almost boiling

And the nursery rhyme winds along To be thick as a brick Or the wiser man who rushes clear The young men of the household To be thick as a brick And the youngest of the family So come on all you criminals! as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed. [33:37 - 35:13 - Instrumental] Has formed the plan My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed. They're all resting down in Cornwall, writing up their memoirs Soft Venus, lonely maiden brings [Verse 7]

There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night. You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time

Have all gone into service as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way. The young men of the household have all gone into service Renews the age-old purpose and you shake your head and say it's a shame. And the oldest of the family is moving with authority. And your suntan does rapidly peel The innocent young master, thoughts moving ever faster

So! But your new shoes are worn at the heels Playing at the hard case, you follow the example [Verse 20] Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song. Oh, Mac When, much to Ian Anderson’s chagrin, critics called the band’s 1971 release, Aqualung, a concept album; Anderson decided to respond with the bombastic prog-epic parody, Thick as a Brick. But how are we supposed to see where we should run? Of your comic-books, your super crooks And the poet sheaths his pen The elastic retreat rings the close of play But the master of the house And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword. And he pees himself in the night Draw the lace and black curtains And you make all your animal deals We'll make a man of him, put him to trade. Jethro Tull Thick As A Brick (Part 1) lyrics: Really don't mind if you sit this one out. And show us all the way And the oldest of the family The home fire burning

You curl your toes in fun Tales of Your Life (35:13 - 40:37)]

I see you shuffle in the courtroom, with your rings upon your fingers And you shake your head I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me. Do you want to be him? you meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done. The legends worded in the ancient tribal hymn The Dawn Creation of the Kings Songs That Will Make You Cry Uncontrollably, NEW SONG: AC/DC - "Shot In The Dark" - LYRICS, HOT SONG: 21 Savage x Metro Boomin - "My Dawg​" - LYRICS. You meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done The desire to kill or be killed

[Refrain 2] No one to help you get up steam

writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition, Writer(s): Anderson Ian Scott, Bostock Gerald. And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away As the failing light illuminates Teach him to play Monopoly, and how to sing in the rain, The poet and the painter casting shadows on the water To change the man he seems

Where the swelling mountain water You know, to be 'thick', as in 'thick-headed'; thick as a 'brick' being a small, dense object. And you take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars

(And you wonder who to call on ...) Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea Let me help you pick up your dead Building castles by the sea See there! In the street as the last bus goes by

And where are all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river. Coming from across the sea Advisory - the following lyrics contain explicit language: Really don't mind if you sit this one out Do you believe in the day? While the fool toasts his god in the sky The innocent young master and your wise men don't know how it feels. With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention To the night, to the night Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour The tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled [Verse 10] Last.fm Music | Copyright © 2020 CBS Interactive Inc. / All rights reserved. They're all resting down in Cornwall [Verse 9] What do you do when the old man's gone? So you ride yourselves over the fields And they put you first in line My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT.

Has formed the plan to change the man he seems In the clear white circles of morning wonder And the love that I feel We will be geared to the average, rather than the exceptional You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone. [Verse 14 Reprise] We'll make a man of him [Verse 2] So, where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? Your rings upon your fingers Put him to a trade

I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no one judges me, You curl your toes in fun, as you smile at everyone But how are we supposed to see where we should run? And you laugh most ruthlessly, as you tell us what not to be / From the Upper Class (10:29 - 15:54)] He challenges the son As the sun plays on the infantry What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him? And the poet lifts his pen You Curl Your Toes in Fun / Childhood Heroes / Stabs Instrumental (15:54 - 22:40)] And you laugh most ruthlessly Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth. [5. [Refrain 3] You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time. The Poet and the Painter (5:00 - 10:29)] your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick. And fully pregnant with the day The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling, The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding. And contemplates the milking girl [Verse 18: Spoken] I may make you feel but I can't make you think To be thick as a brick, And the sand castle virtues are all swept away [24:04 - 26:11 - Instrumental] And you wonder who to call on My father was a man of power, whom everyone obeyed [6. And the poet lifts his pen, while the soldier sheaths his sword, And the youngest of the family is moving with authority [PART TWO] You meet the stares, you're unaware

Your bread and water's going cold To mend your rotten ways Wise men endorse the poet's sight And you make all your animal deals And all the promises they made

So, come on ye childhood heroes! Really Don't Mind / See There a Son Is Born (0:00 - 5:00)] I've got to put you straight Light the sun, light the sun