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| Stand Up - 1969 |
Whenever I get to feel this way,
Try to find new words to say,
I think about the bad old days
We used to know.
Try to find new words to say,
I think about the bad old days
We used to know.
Nights of winter turn me cold --
Fears of dying, getting old.
We ran the race and the race was won
By running slowly.
Could be soon well cease to sound,
Slowly upstairs, faster down.
Then to revisit stony grounds, We used to know.
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| I Tull nel 1969 |
Remembering mornings, shillings spent,
Made no sense to leave the bed.
The bad old days they came and went
Giving way to fruitful years.
Made no sense to leave the bed.
The bad old days they came and went
Giving way to fruitful years.
Saving up the birds in hand
While in the bush the others land.
Take what we can before the man
Says its time to go.
While in the bush the others land.
Take what we can before the man
Says its time to go.
Each to his own way Ill go mine.
Best of luck in what you find.
But for your own sake remember times
We used to know.
Best of luck in what you find.
But for your own sake remember times
We used to know.
Ian Anderson
Jethro Tull
Stand Up (1969)
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