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Thick As A Brick'in sözleri yine Ian Anderson'a ait ama 8 yaşında şiir yarışmasını kazanan bir çocuğun ağzından yazılmış gibi bir şeyler vardı. Gerçekten 8 yaşında bir çocuk yazsaydı o şiirleri kendimi denize atardım.

..yanlış çevirmiş olabilirim. ama resmi web sitesinde Gerald' ın yazdığı söyleniyor. wikipedia' da şarkı sözlerinin, Gerald' ın yazdığı şiir çerçevesinde yazıldığı söylenirken; Gerald' ın sayfasına baktığımızda onun yazdığı şiirin şarkı sözü olarak kullanıldığını görüyoruz. biraz karışık bir durum. ama kesin olan bir şey var; o da Gerald' ın inanılmaz dehası

En mantıklısı bu. Hava buz gibi, denize atmak istemiyorum kendimi.

..kendi çıkarın için dehasına laf etme.. şiirini bir araştıralım bakalım sonra karar verirsin atıp atmayacağına

..biraz araştırdım ama şiirin özgün halini bulamadım. şiir ödül almış bu arada onu eklemeyi unuttum sanırım. bir makalede de 12 yaşında yazdığı söyleniyor.

..bu arada; thick as a brick albümünün tek şarkıdan oluştuğunu da söylemedim sanırım

Ben en çok şu şarkıyı seviyorum: Singing All Day

..o kadar bahsettikten sonra şarkıyı paylaşmadan olmazdı değil mi

..kısa bir versiyonu ile sizi başbaşa bırakıyorum

..Thick As A Brick..

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away
in the tidal destruction the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play
as the last wave uncovers the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels
and your suntan does rapidly peel
and your wise men don't know how it feels
to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today
and you shake your head and say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll make a man of him, put him to trade
teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain.

The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water
as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other
as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling
but the master of the house is far away.
The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding
in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
And the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.

The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
The young men of the household have all gone into service
and are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster -
has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.
And the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.

What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him?
And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him?
No one to help you get up steam
and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.

LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight
just like I did with my old man twenty years too late.
Your bread and water's going cold.
Your hair is too short and neat.
I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.

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