Lyrics Jethro Tull – From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser
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From a dead beat to an old greaser, here’s thinking of you.
You won’t remember the long nights;
coffee bars; black tights and white thighs
in shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world made
of dummies (with no mummies or daddies to reject them).
When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows played F.B.I.
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture —
sat in the station sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker,
Jack Kerouac, Ren\’e Magritte, to name a few of the heroes
who were too wise for their own good — left the young brood to
go on living without them.
When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows played F.B.I.
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture —
sat in the station sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker,
Jack Kerouac, Ren\’e Magritte, to name a few of the heroes
who were too wise for their own good — left the young brood to
go on living without them.
Old queers with young faces — who remember your name,
though you’re a dead beat with tired feet;
two ends that don’t meet.
To a dead beat from an old greaser.
Think you must have me all wrong.
I didn’t care, friend. I wasn’t there, friend,
If it’s the price of pint that you need, ask me again.
Album
Jethro Tull – Too Old To Rock 'n' Roll: Too Young To Die!
Jethro Tull – Strip Cartoon
Jethro Tull – The Chequered Flag (Dead Or Alive)
Jethro Tull – Pied Piper
Jethro Tull – Too Old To Rock ‘n’ Roll: Too Young To Die
Jethro Tull – Big Dipper
Jethro Tull – Bad–Eyed And Loveless
Jethro Tull – From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser
Jethro Tull – Taxi Grab
Jethro Tull – Salamander
Jethro Tull – Crazed Institution
Jethro Tull – Quizz Kid