Jethro Tull Wind-Up on HQ Vinyl with Lyrics in Description

Описание: Track 11 from their fourth album “Aqualung” released in 1971 copyright Chrysalis Records. It was recorded at Island Studios and Morgan Studios in London and initially received mixed to above average reviews. It’s now considered their masterpiece and has been an influential album for the musicians that followed. Considered a concept album by critics because of the recurring theme of religion in several songs, the band denied that there was any attempt to write songs around a concept. The title song was inspired by Jennie Anderson’s photographs of homeless people near the Thames River in London. It reached the Top Ten in eight countries and achieved 3X Platinum status in the U.S. in 1989. Recorded from the first play of a new copy of “The 2011 Steven Wilson Stereo Remix” on 180g vinyl created to mark the album’s 40th anniversary. Written by Ian Anderson and produced by Ian Anderson & Terry Ellis. Featuring:

Ian Anderson - Lead vocals, acoustic guitar & flute
Martin Barre – Lead, rhythm & acoustic guitars & descant recorder
John Evan – Piano, Hammond B-3 organ & Mellotron
Jeffrey Hammond – Bass, alto recorder & background vocals
Clive Bunker – Drums & percussion
Special Guest:
Dee Palmer – Conductor & orchestral arrangements

When I was young and they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, he, he
Or if they said that I was just a fool

So I left there in the morning with their God tucked underneath my arm
Their half-assed smiles and the Book of Rules
And I asked this God a question and by way of firm reply
He said, "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays"

So to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares
Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers

I don't believe you, you had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday School
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines

How do you dare to tell me that I'm my Father's son
When that was just an accident of birth
I'd rather look around me, compose a better song
'Cause that's the honest measure of my worth

In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me
As you lick the boots of death borne out of fear, whoa, oh-oh-oh-oh

When I was young and they packed me off to school
And taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a fool

So I left there in the morning with their God under my arm
Their half-assed smiles and the Book of Rules

Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday School
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines

When I was young and they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, yeach
Or if they said that I was just a fool

So to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares
Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday School
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
I don't believe you, you had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays