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To: koan who wrote (117794)	4/3/2016 8:41:09 PM
From: Elroy Jetson	Respond to of 217839

Memories. My fraternity brothers from Marin County were all into Jethro Tull, including the 1972 "Thick as a Brick" album. But the one song they played over and over and over was AquaLung - which I'll never be able to get out of my head. - "Sitting on a park bench . . . Aqualung my friend . . . you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea-diver sounds." What ever was the attraction? Sitting on a park bench Eyeing idle girls with bad intent. Snot running down his nose Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy Drying in the cold sun Watching as the frilly panties run. Aqualung my friend Feeling like a dead duck Spitting out pieces of his broken luck. Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy. 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 a la mode and A cup of tea. Aqualung my friend Don't start away uneasy You poor old sot, you see, it's only me. Do you still remember December's foggy freeze? When the ice that Clings on to your beard was Screaming agony. And you snatch your rattling last breaths With deep-sea-diver sounds, And the flowers bloom like Madness in the spring. Sun streaming 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 Ohohoho Feeling alone The army's up the road Salvation a la mode and A cup of tea. Aqualung my friend Don't start away uneasy You poor old sot, you see, it's only me.