this song is about aqualung, who doesn't get any royalties from jethro tull, even though basically they wrote an entire song about his life. sure, he might be fictional, but a little bit of him resides in each person that sits on a bench outside a school yard and has impure thoughts about the children -- in fact, you might have met this person at your local seedy tavern -- or worse yet, you might be this person.
aqualung is related to nightbreeder in that they share the same sick heritage.
is there anything redeemable left in aqualung? that is a question that you will have to answer for yourself
Halibut wine, touched a sign.
Took one look and went inside.
Grabbed a seat across from a man
With two-toned teeth and his eyes in a can.
He said that Jethro Tull, doesn't pay no royalties
and Aqualung, he doesn't, doesn't do no tricks for free
So set another round on the table, and stay a good long while with me
And I'll hope to hell, my guts don't spill out
But when you're down, you've got to stand up and walk around.
Looking at time.
Deep grooved lines
met your face.
>From the outside.
All your living
has brought you where?
You're an old guy.
Tell me how you got there.
He said that Jethro Tull, doesn't pay no royalties
and Aqualung, he doesn't, doesn't do no tricks for free
So set another round on the table, and stay a good long while with me
And I'll hope to hell, my guts don't spill out
But when you're down, you've got to stand up and walk around.
When you're down, stand up, and walk around.