Jethro Tull - A Passion Play (Part 1) Lyrics

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[Lifebeats (Instrumental)]

[Prelude (Instrumental)]

[The Silver Cord]

"Do you still see me even here?"

(The silver cord lies on the ground.)

"And so I'm dead" the young man said

Over the hill (not a wish away).

My friends (as one) all stand aligned

Although their taxis came too late.

There was / a rush along the Fulham Road.

There was / a hush in the Passion Play.

Such a sense of glowing in the aftermath

Ripe with rich attainments all imagined

Sad misdeeds in disarray

The sore thumb screams aloud

Echoing out of the Passion Play.

All the old familiar choruses come crowding in a different key...

Melodies decaying in sweet dissonance.

There was a rush along the Fulham Road

Into the Ever-passion Play.

And who comes here to wish me well?

A sweetly-scented angel fell.

She laid her head upon my disbelief

And bathed me with her ever-smile.

And with a howl across the sand

I go escorted by a band of gentlemen in leather bound

NO-ONE (but someone to be found).

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[Re-Assuring Tune (Instrumental)]

[Memory Bank]

All along the icy wastes there are faces smiling in the gloom.

Roll up roll down Feeling unwound? Step into the viewing room.

The cameras were all around.We've got you taped you're in the play.

Here's your I.D. (Ideal for identifying one and all.)

Invest your life in the memory bank ours the interest and we thank you.

The ice-cream lady wets her drawers to see you in the passion play.

Take the prize for instant pleasure captain of the cricket team

Public speaking in all weathers a knighthood from a queen.

[Best Friends]

All your best friends' telephones never cooled from the heat of your hand.

There's a line in a front-page story 13 horses that also-ran.

Climb in your old umbrella. Does it have a nasty tear in the dome?

But the rain only gets in sometimes and the sun never leaves you alone

You alone you alone you alone you alone you alone.

[Critique Oblique]

Lover of the black and white it's your first night.

The Passion Play goes all the way spoils your insight.

Tell me how the baby's made how the lady's laid

Why the old dog howls in sadness.

And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulders

Of a young horse named George who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.

(The examining body examined her body.)

Actor of the low-high Q let's hear your view.

Peek at the lines upon your sleeves since your memory won't do.

Tell me: how the baby's graded how the lady's faded

Why the old dogs howl with madness.

All of this and some of that's the only way to skin the cat.

And now you've lost a skin or two you're for us and we for you.

The dressing room is right behind We've got you taped you're in the play.

How does it feel to be in the play?

How does it feel to play the play?

How does it feel to be the play?

Man of passion rise again we won't cross you out...

For we do love you like a son of that there's no doubt.

Tell us: is it you who are here for our good cheer?

Or are we here for the glory for the story for the gory satisfaction

Of telling you how absolutely awful you really are?

There was / a rush along the Fulham Road.

There was / a hush in the Passion Play.

[Forest Dance #1 (Instrumental)]

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