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Life Is A Long Song Lyrics
When you're falling awake and you take stock of the new day,
and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say,
well, don't you fret, don't you fear,
I will give you good cheer.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
If you wait then your plate I will fill.
As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day,
and the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room,
you struggle on your way.
Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry,
lick the dust from your eye.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
We will meet in the sweet light of dawn.
As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress,
and the symphony sounds underground put you under duress,
well don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheel.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
But the tune ends too soon for us all.
and you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say,
well, don't you fret, don't you fear,
I will give you good cheer.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
If you wait then your plate I will fill.
As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day,
and the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room,
you struggle on your way.
Well, don't you sigh, don't you cry,
lick the dust from your eye.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
We will meet in the sweet light of dawn.
As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress,
and the symphony sounds underground put you under duress,
well don't you squeal as the heel grinds you under the wheel.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
But the tune ends too soon for us all.
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what a bittersweet song. The narrator is giving advise to someone -reassumig them that life is good (I will give you good cheer) and compares life to a long song. However, the last two verses decay into suffering/gloam and grinding you under the wheel; and the final line then tells us that our deaths will come sooner than we want or choose.
Ian Anderson played this on his new orchestral dvd. Just before he played this he dedicated it to all the people who didn't make it (The John Bonham's, the Keith Moon's, the Jimi's). It was a great tribute to all those legends who's tunes ended too soon.
the immediately previous comment should be deleted since the initial posters have the song described perfectly.
This song is a step by step description of a corn cob enema.
Duh, everyone knew that toolmusik. Why do you think no one has posted under this song? Can you say Self-Explanatory? The question on my mind is whether the corn was steamed and butted first before the main character slid it into his unholiest of holes. Whether or not it was yellow corn, or indian? And of the all the questions, i want to know....is....did he use the patent cactus condom...
I just climaxed
You guys have ruined Jethro Tull for me.
the immediately previous comment should be deleted since the initial posters have the song described perfectly.
The poetry of this song could be summed up by these words of Plato: “And all things human bestir themselves…and vanish.” This is not far from the usual philosophy of our intrepid Scottish poet. What more hopeful poesy can Ian Anderson offer his fans than presenting a view of life wherein this life is considered man’s full portion with nothing hereafter? In spite of this transitory perspective of his on existence, I confess that there is a soul of beauty in his musical interpretation of Life with his dazzling flute and often quite noble sounding voice. May he consider the immortality of his own soul.
The song is about Ian's father passing
The song is from his father's point of view, and tells Ian to look on the bright side of life ("If you wait then your plate I will fill", "We will meet in the sweet light of dawn") despite life's struggle ("don't you squeal as the heel Grinds you under the wheels") because life is too short ("But the tune ends too soon for us all").