Thick as a Brick

Really don't mind if you sit this one out My word's 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 But your new shoes are worn at the heels And your suntan does rapidly peel And your wise men don't know how it feels To be thick as a brick And the love that I feel is so far away: I'm a bad dream that I just had today And you shake your head And say it's a shame Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song See there! A son is born and we pronounce him fit to fight There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night We'll make a man of him, put him to trade Teach him to play Monopoly and how to sing in the rain The Poet and the Painter casting shadows on the water As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other As the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed The home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling But the master of the house is far away The horses stamping, their warm breath clouding In the sharp and frosty morning of the day And the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword And the youngest of the family is moving with authority Building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside The cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea: The builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose And contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need The young men of the household have all gone into service And are not to be expected for a year The innocent young master - thoughts moving ever faster - Has formed the plan to change the man he seems And the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword And the oldest of the family is moving with authority Coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run What do you do when the old man's gone - do you want to be him? And your real self sings the song. Do you want to free him? No one to help you get up steam And the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam LATER I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways My father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed So come on all you criminals! I've got to put you straight Just like I did with my old man twenty years too late Your bread and water's going cold Your hair is too short and neat I'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me You curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone You meet the stares, you're unaware that your doings aren't done And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be But how are we supposed to see where we should run? I see you shuffle in the courtroom with Your rings upon your fingers And your downy little sidies And your silver-buckle shoes Playing at the hard case You follow the example of the comic-paper idol Who lets you bend the rules So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books Your super crooks And show us all the way Well! Make your will and testament Won't you? Join your local government We'll have Superman for president Let Robin save the day You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time The other kids have all backed down and they put you first in line And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are And take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars And you wonder who to call on So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though? They're all resting down in Cornwall Writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition Of the Boy Scout Manual LATER See there! A man born and we pronounce him fit for peace There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease We'll take the child from him Put it to the test Teach it to be a wise man How to fool the rest QUOTE We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional God is an overwhelming responsibility We walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons Cats are on the upgrade Upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac LATER In the clear white circles of morning wonder I take my place with the lord of the hills And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention While queueing for sarnies at the office canteen Saying: "How's your granny?" and good old Ernie: He coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win The legends (worded in The ancient tribal hymn) Lie cradled in the seagull's call And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun And signal for the crack of dawn Light the sun. Light the sun Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one Do you believe in the day? The fading hero has returned to the night And fully pregnant with the day Wise men endorse the poet's sight Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day! Let me tell you the tales of your life Of your love and the cut of the knife The tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled The desire to kill or be killed Let me sing of the losers who lie In the street as the last bus goes by The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red While the fool toasts his god in the sky So come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year And join your voices in a hellish chorus Mark the precise nature of your fear Let me help you pick up your dead As the sins of the father are fed With the blood of the fools And the thoughts of the wise and From the pan under your bed Let me make you a present of song As the wise man breaks wind and is gone While the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose And the nursery rhyme winds along So! Come all ye young men who are building castles! Kindly state the time of the year And join your voices in a hellish chorus Mark the precise nature of your fear See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you And the hour of judgement draweth near Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour Or the wiser man who rushes clear So! Come on ye childhood heroes! Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books Your super-crooks And show us all the way Well! Make your will and testament Won't you? Join your local government We'll have Superman for president Let Robin save the day So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday? And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through? They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs For a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual OF COURSE 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