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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Flute
John O'Hara
John O'Hara
Keyboards
David Goodier
David Goodier
Bass Guitar
Florian Opahle
Florian Opahle
Guitar
Scott Hammond
Scott Hammond
Drums
Ryan O'Donnell
Ryan O'Donnell
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jakko Jakszyk
Jakko Jakszyk
Mixing Engineer
Mazen Murad
Mazen Murad
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Really don't mind if you sit this one out My word's 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 sand castle 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 that it's a shame Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth Spin me down the long ages, let them sing the song
Writer(s): Ian Anderson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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