lifebeats
part
prelude
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 es come crowding in a different key
melodies decaying in sweet dissonance
there was a rush along the fulham road
into the everpassion play
and who comes here to wish me well
a sweetlyscented angel fell
she laid her head upon my disbelief
and bathed me with her eversmile
and with a howl across the sand
i go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound
noone but someone to be found
reassuring tune
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 id ideal for identifying one and all
invest your life in the memory bank ours the interest and we thank you
the icecream 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 frontpage story horses that alsoran
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 lowhigh 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
part
Artist: Jethro Tull
Year: 1973
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 293