Oh, I feel sympathy.
Be grateful my son for what you get.
Expression and passion.
Ten days for watching the sunset;

When I was your age
Amusement we made for ourselves.
"Permission to breathe sir,"
Don't talk like that, I'm your old man.

They'll soon be demobbed son,
So join up as soon as you can.
You can't borrow that
'Cause that's for the races

And doesn't grow on trees.
I only feel what touches me
And feel in touching I can see
A better state to be in.

Who has the right
To question what I might do,
In feeling I should touch the real
And only things I feel.

It's advice and it's nice to know
When you're best advised.
You've only turned thirty, so son,
You'd better apologize.

And when you grow up, if you're good
We will buy you a bike.

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"Son" as written by Ian Anderson

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    General CommentI like this song. It's about (or at least to me) how (and this is more prevalent now than it was when the song was written) parents spend 18 years, raising a child, and thus, what do you get, a thirty year old child.
    inpraiseoffollyon September 09, 2006   Link
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    General CommentIt's Ian Anderson mocking his abusive father. When Anderson was young, he wasn't interested in sports - his more delicate sensibilities caused his father to believe Anderson was gay. Anderson's father would beat him for it, on suspicion alone.

    See also the lyric in "Wind Up" that goes, "How do you dare to tell me that I'm my father's son, when that was just an accident of birth?"
    acidcasualtyon September 08, 2013   Link

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