weit zurück
bin ich schon ein rentner?das frühstück liegt lange hinter mir. heute morgen war ich schon um 8.00 in der schwimmhalle.
nur 2 menschen im großen becken mit der 50m-bahn.
locker bin ich meine 1.500m geschwommen und mir kamen die erinnerungen an den mann mit der querflöte.
ein wahrer meilenstein der rockmusik.
jethro tull mit "aqualung"
auch mal ein text von mir, sorry, von jethro tull
Sitting on a park bench -
eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Jethro Snot running down his nose-
greasy
fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun-
Tull watching as a frilly panties run.
Feeling
like a dead duck -
Aqualung 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 road
salvation
à la mode, and a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend - don't you 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.
Alle And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver
Jethro sounds,
and the flowers bloom like madness in the spring.
