So,
a blast from the past as my friend writes to me.
jethro tull
- the lyrics of Ian Anderson to be specific.
I loved this song
since way backwhen -
when (in kolkata) it was considered to be too uncool to even listen to this band.
but Mr Anderson himself explains:
this song was to illustrate how a style of music may go out of popularity
like with every other fashion and fade and then
everything comes back around
and the style rises
again…
being uncool -
is the story of my life - all my life
and words comes around as a reminder
“Too Old To Rock ‘n’ Roll: Too Young To Die”
The old Rocker wore his hair too long,
wore his trouser cuffs too tight.
Unfashionable to the end drank his ale too light.
Death’s head belt buckle yesterday’s dreams
the transport caf’ prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.
Now he’s too old to Rock’n'Roll and he’s too young to die.
He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville.
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
and prays that he always will.
But he’s the last of the blue blood greaser boys
all of his mates are doing time:
married with three kids up by the ring road
sold their souls straight down the line.
And some of them own little sports cars
and meet at the tennis club do’s.
For drinks on a Sunday work on Monday.
They’ve thrown away their blue suede shoes.
Now they’re too old to Rock’n'Roll and they’re too young to die.
So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies tears in his eyes
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.
And he was too old to Rock’n'Roll and he was too young to die.
No, you’re never too old to Rock’n'Roll if you’re too young to die.
America
equality
