Jethro Tull: El flautista de Hamelin

Back to the family del álbum Stand up (1969)
Concierto en Estocolmo, Enero de 1969

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My telephone wakes me in the morning
have to get up to answer the call
so I think I'll go back to the family
where no one can ring me at all.

Living this life has its problems
so I think that I'll give it a break
I'm going back to the family
'cos I've had about all I can take.

Master's in the counting house counting all his money.
Sister's sitting by the mirror she thinks her hair looks funny.
And here am I thinking to myself just wond'ring what things to do.

I think I enjoyed all my problems
Where I did not get nothing for free
oh, I'm going back to the family
doing nothing is bothering me.

I'll get a train back to the city
that soft life is getting me down
there's more fun away from the family
get some action when I pull into town.

Everything I do is wrong, what the hell was I thinking?
Phone keeps ringing all day long I got no time for thinking.
And every day has the same old way of giving me too much to do.

Wond'ring aloud del álbum Aqualung (1971)
Concierto en Tampa, Florida, Julio de 1976

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Wond'ring aloud how we feel today
last night sipped the sunset my hands in her hair
we are our own saviours
as we start both our hearts
beating life into each other.

Wond'ring aloud will the years treat us well
as she floats in the kitchen, I'm tasting the smell
of toast as the butter runs
then she comes, spilling crumbs on the bed
and I shake my head
and it's only the giving that makes you what you are.

Aqualung del álbum Aqualung (1971)
Concierto en el Golders Green Hippodrome, Febrero de 1977

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Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent
snot 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.

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 rode
salvation à la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod, you see, it's only me.

Do you still remember
december's foggy freeze when the ice that
clings on to your beard is screaming agony
and you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea-diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.

Bourée del álbum Stand up (1969)
Concierto en Buenos Aires, Abril de 2007