Aqualung (Steven Wilson Stereo Remix)
Jethro Tull"Aqualung (Steven Wilson Stereo Remix)" ist ein Song von Jethro Tull, 2011, Pop. Der Song dauert 6:09, 64 lines / 301 words.
Songtext
0:08Sitting on a park bench
0:12Eyeing little girls
0:14With bad intent
0:22Snot running down his nose
0:26Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
0:32Aqualung my friend
0:35Drying in the cold sun
0:39Watching as the frilly panties run
0:45Aqualung my friend
0:49Feeling like a dead duck
0:53Spitting out pieces of his broken luck Aqualung my friend
1:03Sun streaking cold
1:07An old man wandering lonely
1:11Taking time
1:13The only way he knows
1:19Leg hurting bad
1:22As he bends to pick a dog end
1:26Goes down to a bog to
1:29Warm his feet
1:39Feeling alone
1:42The army's up the rode
1:46Salvation a la mode and
1:49A cup of tea
1:55Aqualung my friend
1:58Don't start away uneasy
2:01You poor old sod
2:03You see it's only me
2:14Do you still remember
2:16December's foggy freeze
2:18When the ice that
2:20Clings on to your beard is
2:21Screaming agony
2:24And you snatch your rattling last breaths
2:26With deep-sea diver sounds
2:29And the flowers bloom like
2:31Madness in the spring
2:38Sun streaming cold
2:40An old man wandering lonely
2:43Taking time the only way he knows
2:48Leg hurting bad
2:50As he bends to pick a dog-end
2:53He goes down to the bog and warms his feet
2:58Ohohoho
3:02Feeling alone
3:04The army's up the road
3:06Salvation a la mode and
3:09A cup of tea
3:12Aqualung my friend
3:14Don't start away uneasy
3:17You poor old sod you see it's only me
3:22Ohohoh
4:52Aqualung my friend Don't start away uneasy
4:59You poor old sod you see it's only me
5:19Sitting on a park bench
5:23Eyeing idle girls with bad intent
5:32Snot running down his nose
5:37Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
5:42Aqualung my friend
5:46Drying in the cold sun
5:50Watching as the frilly panties run
5:56Aqualung my friend
6:00Feeling like a dead duck
6:03Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
6:09Aqualung my friend ohohoh Aqualung my friend
Sitting on a park bench Eyeing little girls With bad intent Snot running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Aqualung my friend Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Aqualung my friend Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck Aqualung my friend 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 Goes down to a bog to Warm his feet Feeling alone The army's up the rode Salvation a 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 Sun streaming 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 Ohohoho Feeling alone The army's up the road Salvation a 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 Ohohoh Aqualung my friend Don't start away uneasy You poor old sod you see it's only me Sitting on a park bench Eyeing idle girls with bad intent Snot running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes Aqualung my friend Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run Aqualung my friend Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck Aqualung my friend ohohoh Aqualung my friend
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