Jethro Tull - The Chequered Flag (Dead Or Alive) Lyrics






The disc brakes drag,
the chequered flag sweeps across the oil-slick track.
The young man's home; dry as a bone.
His helmet off, he waves: the crowd waves back.
One lap victory roll. Gladiator soul.
The taker of the day in winning has to say,
Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand,
dead or alive.

The sunlight streaks through the curtain cracks,
touches the old man where he sleeps.
The nurse brings up a cup of tea ---
two biscuits and the morning paper mystery.
The hard road's end, the white god's-send
is nearer everyday, in dying the old man says,
Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand,
dead or alive.

The still-born child can't feel the rain
as the chequered flag falls once again.
The deaf composer completes his final score.
He'll never hear the sweet encore.
The chequered flag, the bull's red rag,
the lemming-hearted hordes
running ever faster to the shore singing,
Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand,
dead or alive.





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  1. S.... R....

    Isnt it Grand to be playing to the stand - dead or alive? - Nothing more to say.

  2. r.... ....

    One of my favorites. On my memorial playlist.

  3. C.... M....

    I finally got this album in 2003 when I was about to leave for the army. It reminds me of smoking out in the rain. This song in particular felt appropriate as I prepared for my first Iraq deployment. "isn't it grand to be playing in the sand, dead or alive"

  4. D.... T....

    The disc brakes drag, the chequered flag sweeps across the oil-slick track
    The young man's home; dry as a bone. His helmet off, he waves: the crowd waves back
    One lap victory roll. Gladiator soul
    The taker of the day in winning has to say
    Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand, dead or alive

    The sunlight streaks through the curtain cracks
    Touches the old man where he sleeps
    The nurse brings up a cup of tea – two biscuits and the morning paper mystery
    The hard road's end, the white God's send is nearer everyday, in dying the old man says
    Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand, dead or alive

    The still-born child can't feel the rain as the chequered flag falls once again
    The deaf composer completes his final score. He'll never hear his sweet encore
    The chequered flag, the bull's red rag
    The lemming-hearted hordes running ever-faster to the shore singing
    Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand, dead or alive

  5. M.... D....

    Me and my mate both old rockers used to contemplate what song would we like played at our funeral if either of us were to meet our end motorcycling, I loved Against the Wind and Too Old to RocknRoll, we used to sip our pints and hammer out what we wanted for our final journey and now haering this song it would be a great contender. Maybe a morbid subject but one we were happy to chat about having lost many friends to accidents over the years. Thanks for the post

  6. R.... ....

    If the saying is true, which I have come to think it is...Only The Good Die Young...Well, I guess I won't be leave Mother Earth. I will be here watching the dust blow off into space on top of Mount Cook in New Zealand.
    Anyone who feels the same....you're all welcomed to join me. 3:-)

  7. K.... O....

    You not going anywhere soon Barb, JT is still playing out , saw them last fall

  8. B.... H....

    One of my favorite contemplative/ironic Tull songs- I may have it played at my funeral, along with "Elegy".

    B.... H....

    Me too!

    B.... H....

    We'll make sure that happens. If it kills us. Bwahahahaha