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Jethro Tull - Legends / Believe In The Day / Tales Of Your Life

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?