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Aqualung (Steven Wilson Stereo Remix)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jethro Tull
Jethro Tull
Performer
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Lead Vocals
Jeffrey Hammond
Jeffrey Hammond
Bass Guitar
Clive Bunker
Clive Bunker
Drums
Martin Barre
Martin Barre
Electric Guitar
John Evan
John Evan
Piano
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Songwriter
Jennie Anderson
Jennie Anderson
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ian Anderson
Ian Anderson
Producer
John Burns
John Burns
Engineer
Terry Ellis
Terry Ellis
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Snots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Hey Aqualung
[Verse 2]
Dying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Hey Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Oh Aqualung
[Verse 3]
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 a bog and warms his feet
[Verse 4]
Feeling alone, the army's up the road
Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see it's only me
[Verse 5]
Do you still remember December's foggy freeze
When the ice that clings on to your beard
It was screaming agony
[Verse 6]
Hey and you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep sea diver sounds
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring
[Verse 7]
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 a bog and warms his feet
[Verse 8]
Feeling alone, the army's up the road
Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see it's only me
[Verse 9]
Aqualung my friend, don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see it's only me
[Verse 10]
Sitting on a park bench
Eying little girls with bad intent
Snots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Hey Aqualung
[Verse 11]
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Hey Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Hey Aqualung
[Verse 12]
Oh Aqualung
Written by: Ian Anderson, Jennie Anderson
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