Τελευταίο post του αφιερώματος στη ιδιοφυΐα του Ian Anderson : ένα τραγούδι από το εμβληματικό άλμπουμ Too Old Too Rock’n’Roll : Too Young To Die [1976]. Το όχι ακουσμένο όσο θα έπρεπε ‘Pied Piper’, μια από τις πιο συγκινητικά όμορφες μελωδίες που έχει ποτέ γράψει ο Σκοτσέζος συνθέτης.
Και στη συνέχεια, ‘Ginnungagap’, ένα αξιοσημείωτο track από το Rökflöte του 2023, πιο πρόσφατο μέχρι στιγμής άλμπουμ των Jethro Tull.
Βίντεο – bonus, η “live” εκτέλεση του ‘Too Old To Rock’n’Roll’ από το TV show Supersonic, πίσω στο 1976.

Last post of the tribute to the genius of Ian Anderson : a song from the iconic album Too Old Too Rock’n’Oll Too Young To Die [1976]. Τhe under-heard ‘Pied Piper’, one of the most touchingly beautiful melodies the Scottish composer has ever written. And after that, ‘Ginnungagap’ a remarkable track from 2023’s Rökflöte, most recent Jethro Tull album until now.
Video – bonus, the “live” performance of ‘Too Old To Rock’n’Roll’ from TV show Supersonic back in 1976.

PIED PIPER [00:00]
Now if you think Ray blew it,
There was nothing to it.
They patched him up as good as new.
You can see him every day
Riding down the queen’s highway,
Handing out his small cigars
To the kids from school.
And all the little girls
With their bleached blond curls
Clump up on their platform soles.
And they say “Hey Ray let’s ride away
Downtown where we can roll some alley bowls.”
And Ray grins from ear to here, and whispers?
So follow me.
Trail along.
My leather jacket’s buttoned up.
And my four-stroke song
Will pick you up when your last class ends;
And you can tell all your friends:
The Pied Piper pulled you,
The mad biker fooled you,
I’ll do what you want to:
If you ride with me on a Friday
Anything goes.
So follow me, hold on tight.
My school girl fancy’s flowing in free flight.
I’ve a tenner in my skin tight jeans.
You can touch it if your hands are clean.
The Pied Piper pulled you,
The mad biker fooled you,
I’ll do what you want to:
If you ride with me on a Friday
Anything goes.


GINNUNGAGAP [04:33]
The first and elemental flesh
Both man and woman falls awake
From void and darkness, frost, and flame
From sleeping Ymir, a word to make
The wordless voice, the scream, the howl
Pure essence fills new earth and sky
Ancestral form of myth and legend
Giants, gods to glorify
Father, mother to them all
The bleak betrayal come to pass
As daughters, sons bad families
Are cut from stone to break like glass
I dream of spaces, emptiness
Deserts golden, endless dome
Dome of blue with white cloud scudding
Folded origami home
Home to all creations
Vistas of foreign lands, we conjure ghosts
Of pre-birth state, primal recall
The calm amongst the heavenly hosts

The old rocker wore his hair too long
Wore his trouser cuffs too tight
Unfashionable to the end
Drank his ale too light
Death’s head belt buckle, yesterday’s dreams
The transport caf’, prophet of doom
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
In his post-war-babe gloom
Now he’s too old to rock and roll
But he’s too young to die
Yes he’s too old to rock and roll
But he’s too young to die
He once owned a Harley Davidson
And a Triumph Bonneville
Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs
Prays that he always will
But he’s the last of the blue blood’s greaser boys
And all his mates are doing time
Married with three kids up by the ring road
Sold their souls straight down the line
And some of them own little sports cars
And meet at the tennis club do’s
For drinks on a Sunday, work on Monday
They’ve thrown away their blue suede shoes
Now they’re too old to rock and roll
And they’re too young to die
Yes they’re too old to rock and roll
And they’re too young to die
So the old rocker gets out his bike
To make a ton before he takes his leave
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
Just like it used to be
And as he flies, tears in his eyes
His wind-whipped words echo the final take
And he hits the trunk road doing around a hundred and twenty
With no room left to brake
And he was too old to rock and roll
And he was too young to die
No he was too old to rock and roll
And he was too young to die
No, you’re never too old to rock and roll
If you’re too young to die
And no you’re never too old to rock and roll
But he was too young to die