About the song
Jethro Tull’s “Aqualung”: A Rock Opera for the Ages
Released in 1971 as the title track of their groundbreaking album, Jethro Tull’s “Aqualung” is more than just a song; it’s a character study, a social commentary, and a rock opera all rolled into one. This progressive rock anthem introduced the world to the enigmatic figure of Aqualung, a homeless man living on the fringes of society.
The song paints a vivid picture of Aqualung as a complex and tragic figure. He’s a product of his environment, a victim of societal neglect and prejudice. Yet, he’s also a symbol of resilience and defiance. Ian Anderson’s distinctive flute playing, combined with the band’s powerful rock sound, creates a haunting and atmospheric backdrop for the song’s bleak narrative.
What makes “Aqualung” so special?
- A Complex Character: Aqualung is more than just a stereotype; he’s a fully-realized character with a backstory and a point of view.
- Social Commentary: The song offers a scathing critique of society’s treatment of the homeless and marginalized.
- Musical Innovation: Jethro Tull’s fusion of rock, folk, and classical music was groundbreaking at the time, and “Aqualung” is a prime example of their innovative approach.
- Timeless Themes: The song’s themes of alienation, social injustice, and the human condition are as relevant today as they were in the 1970s.
Beyond its musical and lyrical merits, “Aqualung” also holds significant cultural importance. The song was a commercial success, helping to establish Jethro Tull as one of the leading progressive rock bands of the era. More importantly, it helped to legitimize progressive rock as a serious art form.
In conclusion, “Aqualung” is a powerful and thought-provoking song that continues to resonate with listeners today. It’s a testament to the enduring power of music to inspire, challenge, and provoke thought. Whether you’re a longtime fan of Jethro Tull or simply appreciate great rock music, “Aqualung” is a must-listen.
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Lyrics
Sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot is running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Hey Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Hey Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Whoa, Aqualung
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
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.
Feeling alone
The army’s up the road
Salvation à la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend
Don’t you start away uneasy
You poor old sot, you see, it’s only me.
Do you still remember
The December’s foggy freeze
When the ice that
Clings on to your beard was
Screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea-diver sounds,
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring.
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
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.
Feeling alone
The army’s up the road
Salvation à la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend
Don’t you start away uneasy
You poor old sot, you see, it’s only me.
Aqualung my friend
Don’t you start away uneasy
You poor old sot, you see, it’s only me.
Sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot is running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Hey Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Hey Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Hey Aqualung
Whoa, Aqualung