Jethro Tull - From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser Lyrics






From a dead beat to an old greaser, here's thinking of you.
You won't remember the long nights;
coffee bars; black tights and white thighs
in shop windows where blonde assistants fully-fashioned a world made
of dummies (with no mummies or daddies to reject them).
When bombs were banned every Sunday and the Shadows played F.B.I.
And tired young sax-players sold their instruments of torture ---
sat in the station sharing wet dreams of Charlie Parker,
Jack Kerouac, Ren\'e Magritte, to name a few of the heroes
who were too wise for their own good --- left the young brood to
go on living without them.

Old queers with young faces --- who remember your name,
though you're a dead beat with tired feet;
two ends that don't meet.
To a dead beat from an old greaser.

Think you must have me all wrong.
I didn't care, friend. I wasn't there, friend,
If it's the price of pint that you need, ask me again.





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  1. E.... P....

    What a powerful sentiment to capture. Have you ever poured your heart out to someone, thinking they understood everything that you felt, and been so sure that they knew exactly what you thought... Only for them to tell you that they didn't have the remotest idea what you were talking about? Fuck, Ian Anderson. You've captured loneliness without even reaching for it.

  2. d.... h....

    Awesome

  3. m.... &....

    Them Jazz People got us Rockers all wrong they will not let us be their friends we are low class i guess

  4. R.... F....

    ich liebe diesen song nach so vielen ahren noch immer ...einfach großartig..miwa

  5. D.... S....

    I've always found this song strangely moving. Maybe because it speaks to the sadness of memory, maybe because it reflects how two men of the same age, in the same country, can remember the same past time so differently.

  6. A.... A....

    I just got this. I have been listening to this song since about the age of 10 and I just got it. The Dead Beat is an old Beatnik waxing lyrical about the old days, The Old Greaser is more or less saying 'I don't give a fuck, I wasn't there' The Old Greaser is in the here and now. Do you want a pint mate or what? Otherwise stop wasting my time. After 30 years it finally makes sense. The best part of it is that I'm now reaching the age of the characters in this song! World weary and tired but still willing to listen and buy a fella a pint.

  7. D.... I....

    Some of my hero's Charlie Parker,Jack Kerouc and Renee Magritte.

  8. D.... I....

    A collision of cultures between the beatniks and greaser's.

  9. M.... S....

    beautiful song

  10. O.... O....

    Lovely song with evocative lyrics. Too Old to Rock and Roll is my favourite Tull album.

  11. P.... M....

    Probably my favourite song from that album. Ian Anderson at his haunting ballad-esque finest. ♡ ♫

  12. e.... m....

    Muchas gracias por compartir esta maravillosa canción. salud hasta luego.