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Living in the Past

© Ian Anderson 1972


Song For Jeffrey

See This Was


Love Story

Going back in the morning time to see if my love has changed her mind, yeah.
Going back in the morning time to see if my love has changed her mind, yeah.
I know what I will find: That she is wasting time.
She could be picking roses.

Going back in the morning time to see if my love has seen the light, yeah.
Going back in the morning time to see if my love has seen the light, yeah.
Oh, I told her last night she should improve her sight.
She could be painting the roof.

Going back in the morning time to see if my love has come around, yeah.
Going back in the morning time to see if my love has come around, yeah.
She offered me no sign. Her head is in the ground.
She could be calling for winter.


Christmas Song

Once in a royal David's city
Stood a lonely cattle shed
Where a mother held her baby.
You'd do well to remember the things he later said.

When you're stuffing yourselves at the Christmas parties
You'll just laugh when I tell you to take a running jump.
You're missing the point I'm sure does not need making:
The Christmas spirit is not what you drink.

So how can you laugh when your own mother's hungry,
And how can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong?
And if I've just messed up your thoughtless pleasures
Remember, if you wish, this is just a Christmas song.

(Hey! Santa! Pass us that bottle, will you?)


Living In The Past

Happy, and I'm smiling, walk a mile to drink your water.
You know I'd love to love you, and above you there's no other
We'll go walking out while others shout of war's disaster.
Oh, be forgiving, let's go living in the past.

Once I'd used to join in every boy and girl was my friend.
Now there's revolution but they don't know what they're fighting.
Let us close out eyes. Outside their lives go on much faster
Oh, be forgiving, we'll keep living in the past.

Oh, be forgiving, let's go living in the past.
Oh, no, no, be forgiving, let's go living in the past.


Driving Song

Will they ever stop driving me?
Have they ever taken time to see
That I need some rest if I'm to do my best?

Can I please stop working so hard?
They just tell me, "Gotta [push 'em hard?]."
Got to think of my health. Can I be by myself?

Oh they tell me I'll be home someday.
When I doubt it, I can [???].
But this hard life I've led is makin' me dead.


Sweet Dream

You'll hear me calling in your sweet dream.
Can't hear your daddy's warning cry.
You're going back to be all the things you want to be
While in sweet dreams you softly sigh.
You'll hear my voice is calling to be mine again.
Live the rest of your life in a day.

Get out and get what you can
While your mommy's at home a-sleeping.
No time to understand,
'Cause they lost what they thought they were keeping.

No one can see us in your sweet dream.
Don't hear you leave to start the car.
All wrapped up tightly in the coat you borrowed from me.
Your place of resting is not far.
You'll hear my voices calling to be mine again.
Live the rest of your life in a day.

Get out and get what you can
While your mommy's at home a-sleeping.
No time to understand,
'Cause they lost what they thought they were keeping.

Get out and get what you can
While your mommy's at home a-sleeping.
No time to understand,
'Cause they lost what they thought they were keeping.


Singing All Day

Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Ooh, my, my, my.
Ooh, my, my, my.

We're down to the station to look for her there.
To look through the crowds for a glimpse of her hair.
Nothing to see but the crowds keep staring
At me, my, my.
Ooh, my, my, my.

Down to the street, trying to remember
Shuffling our feet outside the menswear.
Is that her in the fur coat? No, it's not December.
Yeah, my, my, my.
Ooh, my, my, my.

Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.

Back to the house. Maybe she'll phone me.
Singing my songs, feeling so lonely.
I sing very softly so if the phone rings
I can hear it.
I can hear it.

Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Singing all day, singing 'bout nothing.
Ooh, my, my, my.
Ooh, my, my, my.


Witch's Promise

Lend me your ear while I call you a fool.
You were kissed by a witch one night in the wood
And later insisted your feelings were true.
The witch's promise was coming,
Leaving he listened while laughing you flew.

Leaves falling red, yellow, brown, all are the same,
And the love you have found lay outside in the rain,
Washed clean by the water but nursing his pain.
The witch's promise was coming,
And you're looking elsewhere for your own selfish gain.

Keep looking, keep looking for somewhere to be
Well you've wasted your time, he's not stupid like she is,
Meanwhile leaves are still falling, you're too blind to see.

You won't find it easy now, it's only fair.
He was willing to appear to you, you didn't care.
You're waiting for more, but you've already had your share.
The witch's promise is turning,
So don't you wake up for him, it's going to be late.


Inside

See Benefit


Alive And Well And Living In

Nobody sees her here. Her eyes are slowly closing.
If she should want some peace, she sits there without moving,
And puts a pillow over the phone.
And if she feels like dancing no one will know it.
Giving herself a chance there's no need to show her how it should be.

She can't remember now when she was all in pieces.
She's quite content to sit there listening to what he says;
How he didn't like to be alone.
And if he feels like crying she's there to hear him.
No reason to complain and nothing to fear; they always will be.


Just Trying To Be

There was a time when you were so young and walked in that way.
They made you feel they loved you while seeming to say,
"You're going wrong if that game you don't play,
And at the song I sing will leave you astray."

Unfeeling feel lonely rejection.
Unknowing know you're going wrong.
And they can't see that we're just trying to be, and not what we seem.
And even I'll believe that it's not real and only a dream.


By Kind Permission Of

[Introduction:]
Please, let's have a big welcome for Jethro Tull.

Whoop!
Hello. Hang on, press on. Be back with you in a minute.
I'd better not open this now because it might contain contraband. We'll give it
to John to supplement his camels. He dropped on his head when he was very
small. We occasionally cut his fingernails off and smoke them. This is a... a
song about everything.


Dharma For One

[Introduction:]
She's really turned on by the television, and vice versa.
Here's a song called, [???]. Yes, right. Rearranged though, nevertheless. A
new lease on life. In other words, it's just a bit louder. "Dharma For One".

[Lyrics:]
Dharma!
Seek and you will find truth within your mind.
Dharma!

Dharma!
Each to his own we say. Together we're led astray.
Dharma!
D-d-dharma!

Truth is like freedom: It doesn't fool me.
Be true to yourself, never [picture?] you're free.
Dharma must come eventually.

Dhar-ar-ar-ar-ma.
Dhar-ar-ar-ar-ma.
Dhar-ar-ar-ar-ma.
Dhar-ar-ar-ar-ma.
Dhar-ar-ar-ar-ma.
Dhar-ar-ar-ar-ma.
Dhar-ar-ar-ar-ma.
Dhar-ar-ar-ar-ma.

Dharma!
Seek and you will fine truth within your mind.
Dharma!
D-d-d-d-d-dharma!

Truth is like freedom: It doesn't fool me.
Be true to yourself, never [picture?] you're free.
Dharma must come eventually.

Dhar-ar-ar-arma!
Dhar-ar-ar-arma!
Dhar-ar-ar-arma!
Dhar-ar-ar-arma!

[Outtroduction:]
Thank you! [???]


Wond'ring Again

There's a stillness of death on a deathly unliving sea
and the motorcar magical world long since ceased to be,
when the Eve bitten apple returned to destroy the tree.
Incestuous ancestry's charabanc ride,
Spawning new millions throws the world on it's side,
Supporting their far flung illusion, the national curse,
And those with no sandwiches please get off the bus.

The excrement bubbles, the century's slime decays
and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say,
It's under control and we'll soon be on our way
to a grand year for babies and quiz panel games
of the hot hungry millions you'll be sure to remain,
The natural resources are dwindling and no-one grows old
And those with no homes to go to, please dig yourself holes.

We wandered through quiet lands, felt the first breath of snow,
searched for the last pigeon,
Slate gray, I've been told.
Stumbled on a daffodil which she crushed in the rush heard it sigh
And left it to die.

At once felt remorse and was touched by the loss of our own,
Held its poor broken head in her hands, dropped soft tears in the snow.
And it's only the taking that makes you what you are.

Wond'ring aloud, will a son one day be born ?
To share in our infancy, in this child's path we've worn.
In the ageing seclusion of this earth that our birth did surprise.
We'll open his eyes.




Hymn 43

See Aqualung


Life Is A Long Song

When you're fallen awake and you take stock of the new day
And you hear your voice croak as you choke on what you need to say.
Well don't you fret, don't you fear,
I will give you good cheer.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
If you wait then your plate I will fill.

As the verses unfold and your soul suffers the long day,
And the twelve o'clock gloom spins the room, you struggle on your way.
Well don't you sigh, don't you cry,
Lick the dust from your eye.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
We will meet in the sweet light of dawn.

As the Baker Street train spills your pain all over your new dress,
And the symphony sounds underground but you [wanted?] duress.
Well don't you squeal as the hell
Grinds you under the wheels.

Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
Life's a long song.
But the tune ends too soon for a song.

But the tune ends too soon for a song.


Up The 'Pool

I'm going up the 'pool
From down the smoke below
To taste me mom's jam sarnies
And see our auntie Flo.

The candy floss salesman
Watches ladies in the sand
Down for a freaky weekend
In the hope that they'll be meeting Mr. Universe.

The iron tower smiles down
Upon the silver sea,
And along the golden mile
They'll be swigging mugs of tea.

The politicians there
Who've come to take the air
While posing for the Daily Press
Will look around and blame the mess on Edward.

There'll be pocket spades and bingo, cockles, mussels, rainy days,
The seaweed dance, sand castles, icy waves,
The deck chairs, rubber dinghys, old best braces dangling down,
The suntan, stranded starfish in a daze.

We're going up the 'pool
From down the smoke below
To taste me mom's jam sarnies
And see our auntie Flo.

The candy floss salesman
Watches ladies in the sand
Down for a freaky weekend
In the hope that they'll be meeting Mr. Universe.

There'll be pocket spades and bingo, cockles, mussels, rainy days,
The seaweed dance, sand castles, icy waves,
The deck chairs, rubber dinghys, old best braces dangling down,
The suntan, stranded starfish in a daze.

Oh, Blackpool.
Oh, Blackpool.


Dr. Bogenbroom

I've one foot in the graveyard,
And the other on the bus
And the passengers who trample
Each other in the rush.

And the chicken-hearted longhair
Is throwing up his fill
To see the kindly doctor
Who has the super-kill.

Well I'm going down,
Three cheers for Dr. Bogenbroom.
Well I'm on my way,
Three cheers for Dr. Bogenbroom.

Well I've tried my best to love you all,
All you hypocrites and boors,
With your eyes on each other
And the locks upon your doors.

We drown me in the fountain,
The blind, I needed you.
Oh, living while I was dying,
We were all just passing through.

Well I'm going down,
Three cheers for Dr. Bogenbroom.
Well I'm on my way,
Three cheers for Dr. Bogenbroom.


For Later

[Instrumental]


Nursie

Tiptoes in silence 'round my bed
And quiets the raindrops overhead.
With her everlasting smile
She still my fever for a while
Oh, nursie, dear, I'm glad you're here



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