I can’t seem to show them
The things they can’t seem to see
My Fathering reputation at stake
Few were the tricks up my sleeves
Listen now my children
Take heed the words of love
Put on your thinking caps
Take off your boxing gloves
Open sesame oh heart I plead!
A solution has to be...
Teach them how to break them down
Their walls of misery
Oh Father how have you forsaken me?
Dec 9, 2020
Dec 9, 2020 at 7:09 AM UTC
I can’t seem to show them
The things they can’t seem to see
My Fathering reputation at stake
Few were the tricks up my sleeves
Listen now my children
Take heed the words of love
Put on your thinking caps
Take off your boxing gloves
Open sesame oh heart I plead!
A solution has to be...
Teach them how to break them down
Their walls of misery
Oh Father how have you forsaken me?
Traveler Tim
Juthro Tull "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.
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