thick as a brick

• jethro tull 1972 yilı albumu
  
  45 dakikalık kesintisiz bir şarkıdan oluşur. ian anderson'un daha ilk dizesiyle - yine usta bir alaycılık kullanarak - çevresini ve toplumu aşağıladığı bir parçadır : "eğer bu parçadan hiç bir şey anlamazsanız fazla kafanıza takmayın". çoğunlukla üst sınıflara yönelen eleştiriler, düşünme gücünü kullanmayan / düşünmek istemeyen bireyleri hedef alır. toplumun empoze etmeye çalıştığı normlar ve değerler karşısında bireyin dayanıklı olması gerektiğini çok karmaşık sözlerle anlatmaya çalışır. anderson'un hiçbir zaman arı bir kültür olarak göremediği amerikan kültürüne ince göndermelerle doludur albüm. şarkının sözlerini deşifre etmeye çalışmak hiç de kolay olmadığı gibi sembolik anlatımlar ortalama bir dinleyiciyi/okuyucuyu çok yanlış yorumlara götürebilir dizelerde ortak bir tema bulunsa da, 45 dakika boyunca bölümler arasındaki bağlantı asıl olarak müzikle sağlanmaktadır. jazz, folk, rock ve hatta klasik müzik öğelerinin bir çeşit sentezidir albümün melodik yapısı.
• 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.
  
  hastasiyim... (bkz: jethro tull)
• you curl your toes in fun
  as you smile at everyone
  you meet the stares.
  you're unaware that your doings aren't done.
  and you laugh most ruthlessly
  as you tell us what not to be.
  but how are we supposed to see
  where we should run?
• ayni adli albumden $arkinin tamamini girelim bazi yakalami$ken boluk porcuk olmasin:
  
  thick as a brick
  
  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.
  
  the poet and the painter casting shadows on the water --
  as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.
  the do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other --
  as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.
  the home fire burning: the kettle almost boiling --
  but the master of the house is far away.
  the horses stamping -- their warm breath clouding
  in the sharp and frosty morning of the day.
  and the poet lifts his pen while the soldier sheaths his sword.
  
  and the youngest of the family is moving with authority.
  building castles by the sea, he dares the tardy tide to wash them all aside.
  
  the cattle quietly grazing at the grass down by the river
  where the swelling mountain water moves onward to the sea:
  the builder of the castles renews the age-old purpose
  and contemplates the milking girl whose offer is his need.
  the young men of the household have
  all gone into service and
  are not to be expected for a year.
  the innocent young master -- thoughts moving ever faster --
  has formed the plan to change the man he seems.
  and the poet sheaths his pen while the soldier lifts his sword.
  
  and the oldest of the family is moving with authority.
  coming from across the sea, he challenges the son who puts him to the run.
  
  what do you do when
  the old man's gone -- do you want to be him? and
  your real self sings the song.
  do you want to free him?
  no one to help you get up steam --
  and the whirlpool turns you `way off-beam.
  
  later.
  i've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
  my father was a man-of-power whom everyone obeyed.
  so come on all you criminals!
  i've got to put you straight just like i did with my old man --
  twenty years too late.
  your bread and water's going cold.
  your hair is too short and neat.
  i'll judge you all and make damn sure that no-one judges me.
  
  you curl your toes in fun as you smile at everyone -- you meet the stares.
  you're unaware that your doings aren't done.
  and you laugh most ruthlessly as you tell us what not to be.
  but how are we supposed to see where we should run?
  i see you shuffle in the courtroom with
  your rings upon your fingers and
  your downy little sidies and
  your silver-buckle shoes.
  playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comic-paper idol
  who lets you bend the rules.
  
  so!
  come on ye childhood heroes!
  won't you rise up from the pages of your comic-books
  your super crooks
  and show us all the way.
  well! make your will and testament. won't you?
  join your local government.
  we'll have superman for president
  let robin save the day.
  
  you put your bet on number one and it comes up every time.
  the other kids 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 bigger motor cars.
  and you wonder who to call on.
  
  so! where the hell was biggles when you needed him last saturday?
  and where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you though?
  they're all resting down in cornwall --
  writing up their memoirs for a paper-back edition
  of the boy scout manual.
  
  later.
  see there! a man born -- and we pronounce him fit for peace.
  there's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.
  we'll
  take the child from him
  put it to the test
  teach it
  to be a wise man
  how to fool the rest.
  
  quote
  we will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional
  god is an overwhelming responsibility
  we walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons
  cats are on the upgrade
  upgrade? hipgrave. oh, mac.
  
  later
  in the clear white circles of morning wonder,
  i take my place with the lord of the hills.
  and the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
  sporting canvas frills.
  with their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,
  while queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.
  saying -- how's your granny and
  good old ernie: he coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.
  
  the legends (worded in the ancient tribal hymn) lie cradled
  in the seagull's call.
  and all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.
  the poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,
  and signal for the crack of dawn.
  light the sun.
  
  do you believe in the day? do you?
  believe in the day! the dawn creation of the kings has begun.
  soft venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.
  do you believe in the day?
  the fading hero has returned to the night -- and fully pregnant with the day,
  wise men endorse the poet's sight.
  do you believe in the day? do you? believe in the day!
  
  let me tell you the tales of your life of
  your love and the cut of the knife
  the tireless oppression
  the wisdom instilled
  the desire to kill or be killed.
  let me sing of the losers who lie in the street as the last bus goes by.
  the pavements ar empty: the gutters run red -- while the fool
  toasts his god in the sky.
  
  so come all ye young men who are building castles!
  kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
  mark the precise nature of your fear.
  let me help you pick up your dead as the sins of the father are fed
  with
  the blood of the fools and
  the thoughts of the wise and
  from the pan under your bed.
  let me make you a present of song as
  the wise man breaks wind and is gone while
  the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose and
  the nursery rhyme winds along.
  
  so! come all ye young men who are building castles!
  kindly state the time of the year and join your voices in a hellish chorus.
  mark the precise nature of your fear.
  see! the summer lightning casts its bolts upon you
  and the hour of judgement draweth near.
  would you be
  the fool stood in his suit of armour or
  the wiser man who rushes clear.
  so! come on ye childhood heroes!
  won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books
  your super-crooks and
  show us all the way.
  well! make your will and testament.
  won't you? join your local government.
  we'll have superman for president
  let robin save the day.
  so! where the hell was biggles when you needed him last saturday?
  and where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?
  they're all resting down in cornwall -- writing up their memoirs
  for a paper-back edition of the boy scout manual.
  
  of course
  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.
  
  jethro tull
• jolietjake sayesinde tanıdığım, babamın da çok sevdiğini tesadüf eseri öğrenince şaşırdığım, aynı adı taşıyan albümünde 25 dakikalık bir versiyonunun yanında 12 dakikalık güzel bir live versiyonu da bulunan evrenin en uzun ve en güzel parçalarından bi tanesi..
• daha iyisi için (bkz: a passion play) ^*
• 2. bölümünde (kaset- b yüzü) barriemore barlow'un davul solosunda bu adamda kol diil kol yerine odun var hatta kendisi mekanik bi insan diye düşündürten, ian anderson'un dehalığını bir kez daha kanıtladığı müzik şaheseri.
• aslinda boyle bir olayin hic bir zaman olmami$ olmasi, ve bu enteresan hikayeyi ian anderson'in hayalgucune borclu olmamiz daha da enteresan bir durumdur.
• ve ustelik ian anderson bununla da rahat durmayacak ve akabindeki sene(1973), daha da buyuk bir $aheser olan a passion play'e hayat verecektir.
• jethro tull bi kere daha istanbul'a gelirse, bis olarak bu şarkıyı çalmalarını isteyeceğim... thick as a brick aynı zamanda kalın kafalı veya salak anlamına gelmektedir...