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Aqualung

Höfundur lags: Ian Anderson Höfundur texta: Jennie Anderson og Ian Anderson Flytjandi: Jethro Tull Sent inn af: Hjalti_G
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Sitting on a park benc[Bb]h,   
[C]eyeing little girls with[D] bad intent
Snot is running down his no[Bb]se,   
g[C]reasy fingers s[D]mearing shabby clothes,
aqualung
Drying in the cold su[Bb]n,   
[C]watching as the frilly [D]panties run,
aqualung
Feeling like a dead du[Bb]ck,   
s[C]pitting out pieces of his b[D]roken luck,
Whoa, aqualung

[Em]Sun streaking c[D]old,
an old man wondering l[A]onely,
t[Am]aking time
the [Em]only way he kn[D]ows  [Dsus2]    [D]    
[Em]Leg hurting b[D]ad,  
as he bends to pick a d[A]og-end,
he g[Am]oes down to the b[Em]og   
and warms his f[D]eet  [Dsus2]    [D]    

F[Em]eeling al[D]one,
the army's up the r[A]oad,
sal[Am]vation al-a-m[Em]ode and
a cup of t[D]ea   [Dsus2]    [D]    
[Em]Aqualung my [D]friend,
don't you start away un[A]easy,
you [Am]poor old sod you [Em]see it's only [D]me   [Dsus2]    [D]    
[Em]Do you still rem[D]ember,
December's foggy f[Em]reeze?
When the [Em]ice that
clings on t[D]o your beard, was
screaming ago[Em]ny   

And you s[Em]natch your rattling l[D]ast breathes,
with deep-sea-diver-so[A]unds
And the fl[Am]owers bloomed like
m[Em]adness in the sp[D]ring[Dsus2]    [D]    

[Em]Sun streaking cold,[D]    
an old man wondering lonely,[A]    
t[Am]aking time
the [Em]only way he kn[D]ows [Dsus2]    [D]    
[Em]Leg hurting bad[D],  
as he bends to pick a dog end,[A]    
he g[Am]oes down to the [Em]bog   
and warms his f[D]eet  [Dsus2]    [D]    

F[Em]eeling alone[D],  
the army's up the road,[A]    
sal[Am]vation al-a-[Em]mode and
a cup of t[D]ea   [Dsus2]    [D]    
[Em]Aqualung my friend,[D]    
don't you start away uneasy,[A]    
you p[Am]oor old sod you [Em]see it's only [D]me  

Sitting on a park benc[Bb]h,   
[C]eyeing little girls with[D] bad intent
Snot is running down his no[Bb]se,   
g[C]reasy fingers s[D]mearing shabby clothes,
aqualung
Drying in the cold s[Bb]un,   [C]    
watching as the frilly[D] panties run,
aqualung
Feeling like a dead du[Bb]ck,   
s[C]pitting out pieces of his b[D]roken luck,
whoa, aqualung


Sitting on a park bench,
eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot is running down his nose,
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes,
aqualung
Drying in the cold sun,
watching as the frilly panties run,
aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck,
spitting out pieces of his broken luck,
Whoa, aqualung

Sun streaking cold,
an old man wondering lonely,
taking time
the only way he knows
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog-end,
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet

Feeling alone,
the army's up the road,
salvation al-a-mode and
a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend,
don't you 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, was
screaming agony

And you snatch your rattling last breathes,
with deep-sea-diver-sounds
And the flowers bloomed like
madness in the spring

Sun streaking cold,
an old man wondering lonely,
taking time
the only way he knows
Leg hurting bad,
as he bends to pick a dog end,
he goes down to the bog
and warms his feet

Feeling alone,
the army's up the road,
salvation al-a-mode and
a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend,
don't you start away uneasy,
you poor old sod you see it's only me

Sitting on a park bench,
eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot is running down his nose,
greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes,
aqualung
Drying in the cold sun,
watching as the frilly panties run,
aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck,
spitting out pieces of his broken luck,
whoa, aqualung

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