Thick as a brick - Jethro Tull

Yo empecé definitivamente demasiado joven a escuchar el rock "clásico", era demasiado primerizo para entender joyas musicales tan avanzadas, pero también para reconocer nuevas tendencias de rock, eso llega con la edad, mas bien.
Pero Thick as a brick (una obra de más de 25 años) me emociona por su ritmo danzarín y casi infantil (de fábula inglesa). Ahora me doy cuenta (con ese tema hice bailar hermanos y sobrinos), que es muy preciso en cuanto a palabras y melodía, lo percibí bien aunque no lo entendía.
Bienvenidos a los 40 minutos más excitantes de Jethro Tull, pesados, bailables, inspiradores y excitantes. Una más, y ya van...

Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper - your deafness a SHOUT.
I may make you feel but I can't make you think.
Your sperm's in the gutter - your love's in the sink.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
you make all your animal deals and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the sand-castle virtues are all swept away in
the tidal destruction
the moral melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
the newfangled way.
But your new shoes are worn at the heels and
your suntan does rapidly peel and
your wise men don't know how it feels to be thick as a brick.

And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today - and you
shake your head and
say it's a shame.

Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth.
Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.

See there! A son is born - and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll, make a man of him
put him to trade
teach him
to play Monopoly and
to sing in the rain.