Flying Dutchman (Letra)

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Hey kid, i’ve got a ride for you.
They say, your brain is a comic book tatoo
And you’ll never be anything.
What will you do with your life, oh,
That’s all you hear from noon till night.

Take a trip on a rocket ship, baby, where the sea is the sky.
I know the guy who runs the place and he’s out of sight.
Flying dutchman are you out there?
Flying dutchman are you out there, flying dutchman?

Straight suits, they don’t understand.
She tried that one with the alligator boots but the other side drew her in.
Heart falling fast when she left, even the milky way was dressed in black.

Take a trip on a rocket ship, baby, where the sea is the sky.
I know the guy who runs the place and he’s out of sight.
Flying dutchman are you out there?
Flying dutchman are you out there, flying dutchman?

‘cause they can’t see what you’re born to be.
They can see me.
They can’t be
What they can’t believe.
They can see what you see.

They keep the boys spinning in their own little world.
Tie him up so he won’t say a word.
They keep the boys spinning in their own little world.
So afraid he’ll be what they never where.

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Flying Dutchman (Letra)

Jethro Tull

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Old lady with a barrow; life near ending
Standing by the harbour wall; warm wishes sending
Children on the cold sea swell —
Not fishers of men —
Gone to chase away the last herring:
Come empty home again.
So come all you lovers of the good life
On your supermarket run —
Set a sail of your own devising
And be there when the dutchman comes.
Wee girl in a straw hat: from far east warring
Sad cargo of an old ship: young bodies whoring
Slow ocean hobo — ports closed to her crew
No hope of immigration — keep on passing through.
So come all you lovers of the good life
Your children playing in the sun —
Set a sympathetic flag a-flying
And be there when the dutchman comes.
Death grinning like a scarecrow — flying dutchman
Seagull pilots flown from nowhere — try and touch one
As she slips in on the full tide
And the harbour-master yells
All hands vanished with the captain —
No one left, the tale to tell.

So come all you lovers of the good life
Look around you, can you see?
Staring ghostly in the mirror —
It’s the dutchman you will be
..floating slowly out to sea
In a misty misery.