A is for Aqualung

Sitting on a park bench
eyeing up little girls
with bad intent.
Snot running down his nose
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Feeling like a dead duck
spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Sun streaking cold
an old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
the only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog end
goes down to a bog to
warm his feet.
Feeling alone
the army's up the rode
salvation a la mode and
a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend
don't start away uneasy
you poor old sod
you see it's only me.
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
when the ice that
clings on to your beard is
screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
with deep-sea diver sounds,
and the flowers bloom like
madness in the spring.


These are the lyrics to Jethro Tull's Aqualung. I've decided to start writing about pieces of music that I like, are important to me, or just plain interesting. Starting with A.

I first heard this song on RB2, but I fell in love with it. It is about a homeless man and what has happened with his life; Aqualung is a reference to the sounds he is thought to make as he breathes. The music is sad, somber, and beautiful. It emphasizes a more acoustic feeling mixed in with accented electric guitars.

The thing I note about this is how I feel we should help the poor. We've all had bad times, and this song shows how bad things can be. But we should be optimistic.