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jethro tull - a passion play lyrics

“do you still see me even here?
(the silver cord lies on the ground.)
“and so im 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 p-ssion 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 p-ssion play.
all the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key:
melodies decaying in sweet dissonance.
there was a rush / along the fulham road / into the ever-p-ssion play.
and who comes here to wish me well?
a sweetly-scented angel fell.
she laid her head upon my disbelief and bathed me with her ever-smile.
and with a howl across the sand i go escorted by a band of gentlemen
in leather bound — no-one (but someone to be found).
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.
weve got you taped — you’re in the play.
heres your i.d.
(ideal for identifying one and all.)
invest your life in the memory bank — ours the interest and we
thank you.
the ice-cream lady wet her drawers, to see you in the p-ssion play.
take the prize for instant pleasure
captain of the cricket team
public speaking in all weathers
a knighthood from a queen.
all your best friends telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand.
there’s / a line in a front-page story / 13 horses that also-ran.
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.
lover of the black and white — it’s your first night.
the p-ssion play / goes all the way / spoils your insight.
tell me / how the babys made / how the ladys laid / why the old
dog howls in sadness.
and your little sisters immaculate virginity wings away on the bony
shoulders of a young horse named george who stole surrept-tiously
into her geography revision.
(the examining body examined her body.)
actor of the low-high q, lets hear your view.
peek at the lines upon your sleeves since your memory wont do.
tell me / how the babys graded / how the ladys 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 youve lost a skin or two — you’re for us and we for you.
the dressing room is right behind
weve 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 p-ssion rise again, we wont 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 p-ssion play.

- jethro tull lyrics

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