TWO FOR TUESDAY

Link: [Jethro Tull]

Not every song that will be featured here will be what is generally considered as being “Christian” in the eyes of this world. For some will be anguished cries from the pit of despair, and others will be quite obviously ferverent rants of rebellion. Nonetheless, be assured that they will all be of our Heavenly Father (in one way or another) and I hope that you have been given ears to hear the message.

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Living In The Past

Jethro Tull

Happy

And I’m smilin’

Walk a mile to

Drink Your water

You know

I’d love to love You

And above You

There’s no other

We’ll go

Walking out

While others shout

Of war’s disaster

Oh

We won’t give in

Let’s go living

In the past

Once

I used to join in

Every boy and girl

Was my friend

Now

There’s revolution

But they don’t know

What they’re fighting

Let us

Close our eyes

Outside their lives

Go on much faster

Oh

We won’t give in

We’ll keep living

In the past

Oh

We won’t give in

Let’s go living

In the past

Oh no

No

We won’t give in

Let’s go living

In the past

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Thick As A Brick (Very Short Version)

Jethro Tull

Really don’t mind

If you sit this one out

My words

But a whisper

Your deafness

A shout

I may make you feel

But I can’t make you think

Your sperm’s in the gutter

Your love’s in the sink

So you ride yourselves over the fields

And you make all your animal deals

And your wise men don’t know how it feels

To be thick

As a brick

And the sandcastle virtues

Are all swept away

In the tidal destruction

The moral melee

The elastic retreat

Rings the close of play

As the last wave uncovers

The newfangled way

But your new shoes are worn at the heels

And your suntan does rapidly peel

And your wise men don’t know how it feels

To be thick

As a brick

And the love that I feel

Is so far away

I’m a bad dream

That I just had today

And you shake your head

And say it’s a shame

See there

A son is born

And we pronounce him fit to fight

There are blackheads on his shoulders

And he pees himself in the night

We’ll make a man of him

Put him to trade

Teach him to play Monopoly

And how to sing in the rain

The poet and the painter

Casting shadows on the water

As the sun plays on the infantry

Returning from the sea

The doer and the thinker

No allowance for the other

As the failing light illuminates

The mercenary’s creed

The home fire burning

The kettle almost boiling

But the master of the house

Is far away

The horses stamping

The warm breath clouding

In the sharp and frosty morning

Of the day

And the poet lifts his pen

While the soldier sheaths his sword

And the youngest of the family

Is moving with authority

Building castles by the sea

He dares the tardy tide

To wash them all aside

I’ve come down from the upper-class

To mend your rotten ways

My father was a man of power

Whom everyone obeyed

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