A Passion Play - Jethro Tull
"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
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
All let be your best friends' telephones never
Cooled from the heat of your hand
From your hand
There's a line in a front-page story
13 horses that also-ran also ran
Climb in your old umbrella
Does it have a nasty tear in the dome
And 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
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
When 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