A brief interlude (i've duplicated this post in the BOB thread); i've been listening to Jethro Tull the past couple of days....
With apologies to Little Milton:
You can SORT of listen to the song it goes with at this URL, but this performance is abridged, and i've written this to fit the original album):
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8PcX_D5Z_CA
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Really don’t mind if you sit this one out.
My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout.
I may make you fight but I can’t make you sink.
My plans in the gutter -- your planes in the drink.
So you write your thoughts over email and
You make all your Animal deals and
Your wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And my sand-castle plans are all swept away in
The tide of destruction
The total melee.
The elastic retreat rings the close of play as the last wave uncovers
Some newfangled planes.
But your new troops are worn but don’t feel and
Disruption does rapidly heal and
Your wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.
And the bases that I had are so far away:
And that bad turn that I just had today -- and you
Shake your head and
Say it’s a shame.
Spin me back down the years of misspent gaming 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 plan is born -- and we pronounce it fit to fight.
There are black-marks in the margins, but I doubt we’ll get it right.
We’ll
Make a go of it
PP’s we will trade
Teach us
To play this game and
To grit teeth through the pain.
The penguin and the Bettys casting shadows on the water --
As the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
Speedy and the penguin: no allowance for the other --
As the failing light illuminates the mercenary’s creed.
The Burma fire’s burning: the kettle almost boiling --
But the Niceguy of the game is far away.
His troops feet are a stamping -- their warm guns steaming
In the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
And the penguin types his plans and doggy unsheaths his sword.
And generals in S.E.A.C. are moving with authority.
Building forts a’by the sea, they dare the Animals to wash them all aside.
The troops are quietly gazing on the grass down by the river
Where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
The builder of the forts renews defensive purpose
And contemplates the lack of poly points that is his need.
The young men of the household have
All gone into service and
But are not to be expected for a year.
The innocent ship master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
Has formed the plan to foil the sub he’s seen.
And the penguin makes his plans while the squirrel lifts his sword.
Animals are moving with authority.
Coming from across the sea, they challenge the Allies who promptly start to run.
What do you do when
The old plan’s gone ?-- do you want see it? and
You rec planes overfly Haiphong.
Do you want to free it?
No one to help you get up steam --
And the execution turns you `way off-beam.
I’ve come down from India to mend your rotten ways.
My Generals are men-of-power whom everyone obeys.
So come on all you dog and squirrels!
I’ve got to put you straight just like I did with my old plans --
That led me to this fate.
My bread and water’s going cold.
Victory points too short and spell defeat.
I’ll try to thrash you all and make damn sure that no-one thrashes me.
You taunt your foes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
You’re unaware that your war has just begun.
And you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what’s to be.
But how are we supposed to see where we should run?
I see you shuffling your aircraft
You count them on your flippers and
Your downed IJ fliers and
Your sunken silver ships
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of all the forum idols
Who let you bend the rules.
So!
Come on ye forum heroes!
Won’t you rise up from the Thread now
You strategists
And show us all the way.
Well! make your will and testament. won’t you?
Join your local government.
Well have fabertong for president
Let Speedy save the day.
You put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
The other players have all backed down and they put you first in line.
And so you finally ask yourself just how big you are --
And take your place in a wiser world of planes that reach the stars.
And you wonder where your units are...
So! where the hell was Soryu when you needed it last saturday?
And where were all the penguins who always pulled you though?
They’re all resting down in Burma --
Writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
Of the AE manual.
See there! a plan is born -- and it surely give us peace.
There’s a load lifted from our shoulders with the discovery of their CVs
We’ll
Take the plan from him
Put it to the test
Teach it
To be a wise one
How to fool all the best.
(We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
War is an overwhelming responsibility
We walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 puppies wearing nylons
Planes are on the upgrade
Upgrade? Downgrade. oh, man...)
In the clear white circles of the monitor’s we wonder,
In time and space and we tilt at windmills.
And our blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
Sporting useless frills.
With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
While queueing for rations at the off-base canteen.
Saying -- how’s your granny and
Good old Solli: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.
The legends (worded in the ancient forum hymns) lie cradled
In the penguin’s call.
And all the promises they made are ground beneath the squirrel’s fall.
The penguin and the wise dogs stand behind the gun, (behind the gun...)
And at the crack of dawn.
Attack out of the sun, (of the sun...)
Do you believe in the day? do you?
Believe in the day! At dawn creation of air raids has begun.
Soft Betty (lonely maiden) bombs our guns (bombs our guns)
Do you believe in the day? Do you? Believe in the day.
The flaming Zero has just crashed to the right (to the right) -- and fully pregnant with the day,
Wise dogs align their artillery sights.
Do you believe in the day? do you? believe in the day!
Let me tell you the tales of your life: of
Your move and the frown of your wife
The tireless obsession
The wisdom instilled
The desire to kill or be killed.
Let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last tanks goes by.
The pavements are empty: the gutters run red -- while Bruce
Toasts his dogs in the sky.
So come all ye young men who are building forts now!
Kindly state the time of the year as enemy artillery joins into in a hellish chorus.
Marks the precise nature of your fear.
Let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of your folly are fed
With
The blood of the fools and
The thoughts that weren’t wise and
From those plans that came out your head.
Let me make you a present of song as
As the penguin breaks wind and is gone while
The fool in Mandalay is cooking his goose and
The slow wartime march winds along.
So! come all ye young men who are building forts now!
Kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
Mark the precise nature of your fear.
See! Low flying Bettys casts its torps upon you
And the hour of judgement draweth near.
Would you be
The fool up in his super-bomber or
The wiser man who rushes clear?
So! come on ye forum heroes!
Won’t your rise up from the pages of the Thread now
Your strategists and
Show us all the way?
Well! make your will and testament.
Won’t you? join your local government.
We’ll have fabertong for president
Let Speedy save the day.
So! where the hell was Soryu when you needed it last Saturday?
And where were all the penguins who always pulled you through?
They’re all resting down in Burma -- writing up their memoirs
For a paper-back edition of the AE manual.
So you write your thoughts over email and
You make all your Animal deals and
Your wise men don’t know how it feels to be thick as a brick.