Letra y Significado de FLIGHT FROM LUCIFER, Jethro Tull

Flee the icy lucifer.
oh he's an awful fellow!
what a mistake!
i didn't take a feather from his pillow.
here's the everlasting rub: neither am i good or bad.
i'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat i once had.
i'm only breathing.
there's life on my ceiling.
the flies there are sleeping quietly.
twist my right arm in the dark.
i would give two or three for
one of those days that never made
impressions on the old score.
i would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree.
everyone's saved we're in the grave.
see you there for afternoon tea.
time for awaking the tea lady's making
a brew-up and baking new bread.
pick me up at half past none
there's not a moment to lose.
there is the train on which i came.
on the platform are my old shoes.
station master rings his bell.
whistles blow and flags wave.
a little of what you fancy does you good (or so it should).
i thank everybody
for making me welcome.
i'd stay but my wings have just dropped off.


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