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Jethro Tull - Big Dipper - текст песни, видео

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Jethro Tull - Big Dipper - текст песни, видео

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Авторы музыки: Ian Anderson
Авторы текста: Ian Anderson
He mist rolls off the beachers; the train rolls into the station
Weekend happiness seekers - pent-up saturation
Well, we don't mean anyone any harm
We weren't on the Glasgow train
See you at the Pleasure Beat, Roller-coasting heroes

Big Dipper riding - we'll give the local lads a hiding
If they keep us from the ladies
Hanging out in the penny arcades
Shaking up the Tower Ballroom
Throwing up in the bathroom, landlady's in the backroom
I'm the Big Dipper, it's the weekend rage

Rich windowed landlady give me your spare front-door key
If you're 39 or over, I'll make love to you next Thursday
I may stay over for a week or two
Drop a post card to me mum, I'll see you on the waltzer
We'll go big-dipping daily...

* Too Old To Rock'n'Roll, Too Young To Die

Yes'n she's bad-eyed and loveless
A young man's fancy and an old man's dream
I'm self-raising and I flower in her company
Give me no sugar without her cream

She's a warm fart at Christmas
She's a breath of Champagne on a sparkling night
Yes'n she's bad-eyed and loveless
Turns other women to envious green
Yes'n she's bad-eyed and loveless
A young man's vision - in my old man's dream

* Big Dipper

The mist rolls off the beaches; the train rolls into the station
Weekend happiness seekers - pent-up saturation
Well, we don't mean anyone any harm
We weren't on the Glasgow train
See you at the Pleasure Beat, Roller-coasting heroes

Big Dipper riding - we'll give the local lads a hiding
If they keep us from the ladies
Hanging out in the penny arcades
Shaking up the Tower Ballroom
Throwing up in the bathroom, landlady's in the backroom
I'm the Big Dipper, it's the weekend rade.

Rich widowed landlady give me your spare front-door key
If you're 39 or over, I'll make love to you next Thursday
I may stay over for a week or two
Drop a postcard to me mum, I'll see you on the waltzer
We'll go big-dipping daily ...

Big Dipper riding - we'll give the local lads a hiding
If they keep us from the ladies
Hanging out in the penny arcades
Shaking up the Tower Ballroom
Throwing up in the bathroom, landlady's in the backroom
I'm the Big Dipper, it's the weekend rade.

* Too Old To Rock'n'Roll, Too Young To Die

The old Rocker wore his hair too long
Wore his trouser cuffs too tight
Unfashionable to the end - drank his ale too light
Death's head belts buckle - yesterday dreams
The transport "Caf" prophet of doom
Ringing no change in his double-sews seams
In his post-war-babe gloom

Now he's too old to rock'n'roll, but he's too young to die

He once owned a Harley Davidson and A Triumph Borneville
Counted his friends in burned out spark plugs
And prays that he always will
But he's the last of the blue blood greaser boys

All his mates are doing time
Married with three kids up by the ring road
Sold their souls straight down the line
And some of them own little sports cars
And meet at the tennis club do's
For drinks on a Sunday - work on Monday
They've thrown away their blue suede shoes

Now they're too old to rock'n'roll, but they're too young to die

So the old Rocker gets out his bike to make a ton
Before he takes his leave
Upon the Al by Scotch Corner just like it used to be
And as he flies - tears in his eyes - his mind -
Whipped words echo the final take
As he hits the trunk road doing around 120
With no room left to brake
And he was too old to rock'n'roll, but he was too young to die

* Pied Piper

Well if you think Ray blew it, there was nothing to it
They patched him up as good as new
Now you can see him every day - riding down the queen's highway
Handing out his small cigars to the kids from school
And all the little girls with their bleached blonde curls
Clump up on their platform soles
And they say, " Hey, Ray - let's ride away
Downtown where we can roll some alley bowls "
And Ray grins from ear to ear and whispers ...

So follow me. Trail along, my leather jacket's buttoned up
And my four-stroke song will pick you up when your last class ends
And you can tell all your friends
The Pied Piper pulled you, the mad biker fooled you
I'll do what you want to
If you ride with me on a Friday anything goes

So follow me, hold on tight
My school girl fancy's flowing in free flight
I've a tenner in my skin tight jeans
You can touch it if your hands are clean

The Pied Piper pulled you, the mad biker fooled you
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