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Aqualung is hitting me with blows from the guitar,
His watery breathing ragged as the percussion from his drums penetrates my brain like nails.
Then,
What is this?
An acoustic guitar, Anderson, and a gentle bass lays me down,
Easing me down from the sudden hurricane when the old sod starts.
Then the last of the lyrics,
Anderson is begging Aqualung to remember him,
Desperation evident in his voice,
As the old man passes,
Rattling out one last haggard breath.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC
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Aqualung is hitting me with blows from the guitar,
His watery breathing ragged as the percussion from his drums penetrates my brain like nails.
Then,
What is this?
An acoustic guitar, Anderson, and a gentle bass lays me down,
Easing me down from the sudden hurricane when the old sod starts.
Then the last of the lyrics,
Anderson is begging Aqualung to remember him,
Desperation evident in his voice,
As the old man passes,
Rattling out one last haggard breath.
I hope you can guess the song that inspired this.
Though Dio's cover of it is extremely good.
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