In this haunting narrative, Jethro Tull paints a vivid portrait of a destitute man grappling with isolation and societal neglect. The song's protagonist, depicted as "sitting on a park bench," is scrutinized for his appearance and actions, reflecting society's harsh judgment. His physical ailments and shabby attire symbolize his marginalization. The imagery of "drying in the cold sun" and "feeling like a dead duck" underscores his desolation and sense of hopelessness. The mention of the army and salvation juxtaposes societal structures with individual suffering, suggesting that institutional support often falls short. As winter memories resurface, the protagonist's struggle intensifies, culminating in a poignant reflection on mortality. Through stark lyrics and evocative scenes, Jethro Tull challenges listeners to confront their perceptions of homelessness and human dignity.
Aqualung
Lyrics
Sitting on a park bench
Eying 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.
Writer(s): IAN ANDERSON
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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