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4. W. D. (Low Ratio)
... And The Mouse Police Never Sleeps

A
A Change Of Horses
A Gift of Roses
A New Day Yesterday
A Passion Play
A Small Cigar
A Song For Jeffrey
A Stitch In Time
A Time For Everything
A Winter Snowscape [Instrumental]
Acres Wild
Adrift And Dumfounded
Aeroplane
After These Wars
Alive And Well And Living In
And Further On
Animelée [Instrumental]
Another Harry's Bar
Another Christmas Song
Apogee
Aqualung
Astronomy
At Last, Forever
Audition
Automotive Engineering
Awol

B
Back To The Family
Back-Door Angels
Bad-Eyed and Loveless
Baker St. Muse
Banker Bets, Banker Wins
Batteries Not Included
Beastie
Beggar's Farm
Beltane
Bends Like a Willow
Beside Myself
Big Dipper
Big Riff and Mando
Birthday Card At Christmas
Black Mamba
Black Satin Dancer
Black Sunday
Bourée [Instrumental]
Broadford Bazaar
Broadsword
Budapest
Bungle In The Jungle
By Kind Permission Of

C
Cat's Squirrel [Instrumental]
Cheap Day Return
Cheerio
Christmas Song
Cold Dead Reckoning
Cold Wind To Valhalla
Commons Brawl
Confessional
Coronach
Cosy Corner
Crazed Institution
Crew Nights
Critique Oblique
Cross-Eyed Mary
Crossfire
Crossword
Cup Of Wonder

D
Dangerous Veils
Dark Ages
Dharma For One
Doctor To My Disease
Doggerland
Dogs In The Midwinter
Dot Com
Down At The End Of Your Road
Dr. Bogenbroom
Drive On The Young Side Of Life
Driving Song
Dun Ringill

E
Ears Of Tin
El Nino
Elegy [Instrumental]
Enter The Uninvited
European Legacy

F
Fallen On Hard Times
Far Alaska
Farm On The Freeway
Fat Man
Fire At Midnight
First Post [Instrumental]
First Snow On Brooklyn
Flying Colours
Flying Dutchman
For A Thousand Mothers
For Later [Instrumental]
For Michael Collins, Jeffrey and Me
From A Dead Beat To An Old Greaser
From A Pebble Thrown
Fylingdale Flyer

G
General Crossing
Give Till It Hurts
Glory Row
Gold-Tipped Boots, Black Jacket and Tie
God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen [Instrumental]
Grace
Greensleeved [Instrumental]

H
Hard Liner
Hare In The Wine Cup
Heat
Heavy Horses
Heavy Metals
Heavy Water
Holly Herald [Instrumental]
Home
Hot Mango Flush
Hunt by Numbers
Hunting Girl
Hymn 43

I
I Don't Want To Be Me
I'm Your Gun
In For A Pound
Inside
It All Trickles Down
It's Breaking Me Up

J
Jack Frost and The Hooded Crow
Jack-A-Lynn
Jack-In-The-Green
Jeffrey Goes To Leicester Square
Journeyman
Jump Start
Just Trying To Be

K
Kelpie
King Henry's Madrigal [Instrumental]
Kismet In Suburbia
Kissing Willie

L
Ladies
Lap Of Luxury
Last Man At The Party
Later, That Same Evening
Law Of The Bungle
Law Of The Bungle Part II [Instrumental]
Left Right
Lick Your Fingers Clean
Life Is A Long Song
Lights Out
Like A Tall Thin Girl
Living In The Past
Living In These Hard Times
Locomotive Breath
Look At The Animals
Look Into The Sun
Love Story

M
Man Of Principle
Mango Surprise [Instrumental]
March The Mad Scientist
Mayhem, Maybe
Meliora Sequamur
Might-have-beens
Minstrel In The Gallery
Mother Goose
Moths
Motoreyes
Mountain Men
Move On Alone
My God
My Sunday Feeling

N
New Blood, Old Veins
Night in the Wilderness
No Lullaby
No Rehearsal
No Step
Nobody's Car
North Sea Oil
Nothing @ All [Instrumental]
Nothing Is Easy
Nothing To Say
Nursie

O
Occasional Demons
Old Ghosts
Old School Song
One Brown Mouse
One For John Gee [Instrumental]
One White Duck/0^10 = Nothing At All
Only Solitaire
Orion
Out Of The Noise
Overhang

P
Pan Dance [Instrumental]
Paparazzi
Paradise Steakhouse
Part Of The Machine
Pavane [Instrumental]
Pebbles [Instrumental]
Per Errationes Ad Astra
Pibroch
Piece Of Cake
Pied Piper
Play In Time
Post Last
Power And Spirit
Protect and Survive
Puer Ferox Adventus
Pussy Willow

Q
Quartet [Instrumental]
Queen and Country
Quizz Kid

R
Radio Free Moscow
Rainbow Blues
Raising Steam
Rare And Precious Chain
Reasons For Waiting
Requiem
Rhythm In Gold
Ring Out, Solstice Bells
Rock Island
Rocks On The Road
Roll Yer Own
Roots To Branches
Rosa On The Factory Floor
Round [Instrumental]
Rover

S
Saboteur
Said She Was A Dancer
Salamander
Saturation
Scenario
Seal Driver
Sealion
Sealion II
Serenade To A Cuckoo [Instrumental]
Shunt And Shuffle
Silver River Turning
Singing All Day
Skating Away (On The Thin Ice Of The New Day)
Sleeping With The Dog
Slipstream
Slow Marching Band
Some Day The Sun Won't Shine For You
Something's On The Move
Son
Songs From The Wood
Sossity, You're A Woman
Sparrow On The Schoolyard Wall
Spiral
Steel Monkey
Still Loving You Tonight
Stormy Monday Blues
Strange Avenues
Strip Cartoon
Stuck In The August Rain
Summerday Sands
Sunshine Day
Sweet Dream
Swing It Far

T
Taxi Grab
Teacher
The Clasp
The Browning Of The Green
The Curse
The Chateau D'Isaster Tapes
The Chequered Flag (Dead or Alive)
The Dog-ear Years
The Engineer
The Pax Britannica
The Pine Marten's Jig [Instrumental]
The Rattlesnake Trail
The Turnpike Inn
The Story Of The Hare Who Lost His Spectacles
The Third Hoorah
The Waking Edge
The Whaler's Dues
The Whistler
Thick As A Brick
Thinking Round Corners
This Free Will
This Is Not Love
Tiger Toon [Instrumental]
To Cry You A Song
Too Many Too
Too Old To Rock'n'Roll; Too Young To Die
Tripudium Ad Bellum [Instrumental]
Truck Stop Runner
Tundra
Two Fingers

U
Under Wraps
Undressed To Kill
Uniform
Up The 'Pool
Up To Me
Upper Sixth Loan Shark

V
Valley
Velvet Green

W
WarChild
Warm Sporran [Instrumental]
Watching Me Watching You
We Five Kings [Instrumental]
We Used To Know
Weathercock
What-ifs, Maybes And Might-have-beens
When Jesus Came To Play
White Innocence
Wicked Windows
Wind-Up
With You There To Help Me
Witches Promise
Wond'ring Again
Wond'ring Aloud
Working John, Working Joe
Wootton Bassett Town
Wounded, Old And Treacherous
 

Thick As A Brick
Thick As A Brick album

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 sandcastle 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 blackheads 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 doer 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 ageold 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 offbeam.

LATER.
I've come down from the upper class to mend your rotten ways.
My father was a manofpower 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 noone 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 silverbuckle shoes.
Playing at the hard case, you follow the example of the comicpaper idol
who lets you bend the rules.

So!
Come on ye childhood heroes!
Won't you rise up from the pages of your comicbooks
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 paperback 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 blueeyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured (in neat little rows)
sporting canvas frills.
With their jockstraps 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 hourglass 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 comicbooks
your supercrooks 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 paperback 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.

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