Текст песни The Browning of the Green (5.1 mix) - Ian Anderson
                                                Exponential 
                                                family 
                                                planning:
 
                                    
                                
                                                Let 
                                                me 
                                                play 
                                                the 
                                                numbers 
                                                game,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Sign 
                                                up 
                                                for 
                                                some 
                                                benefits, 
                                                get 
                                                my
 
                                    
                                
                                                Dues 
                                                and 
                                                stake 
                                                    a 
                                                claim.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spill 
                                                out 
                                                to 
                                                suburbia 
                                                then 
                                                spread
 
                                    
                                
                                                Onwards 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                country 
                                                wide
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                when 
                                                the 
                                                last 
                                                plot's 
                                                taken, 
                                                I'll
 
                                    
                                
                                                Spill 
                                                out 
                                                on 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                other 
                                                side.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                browning 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                green: 
                                                we'll
 
                                    
                                
                                                Be 
                                                tight 
                                                as 
                                                canned 
                                                sardine.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lemmings 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                right 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                left 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                Us 
                                                and 
                                                all 
                                                points 
                                                in 
                                                between...
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                browning 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                green.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Be 
                                                fruitful: 
                                                nothing 
                                                to 
                                                it. 
                                                Fill 
                                                the
 
                                    
                                
                                                Earth, 
                                                subdue 
                                                it, 
                                                multiply.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                written 
                                                in 
                                                that 
                                                Goodly 
                                                Book. 
                                                So,
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                really 
                                                best 
                                                that 
                                                    I 
                                                comply.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Another 
                                                baby-booming 
                                                bloomer?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Imbecile 
                                                fecundity?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Another 
                                                mouth, 
                                                but 
                                                what 
                                                the 
                                                Hell?
 
                                    
                                
                                                Child 
                                                benefits, 
                                                they 
                                                come 
                                                for 
                                                free.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                browning 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                green: 
                                                we'll
 
                                    
                                
                                                Be 
                                                tight 
                                                as 
                                                canned 
                                                sardine.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lemmings 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                right 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                left 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                Us 
                                                and 
                                                all 
                                                points 
                                                in 
                                                between...
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                browning 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                green.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                little 
                                                boy, 
                                                    a 
                                                little 
                                                girl: 
                                                quite
 
                                    
                                
                                                Perfect 
                                                but 
                                                it 
                                                won't 
                                                suffice.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Bouncing 
                                                bairns 
                                                upon 
                                                my 
                                                knee;
 
                                    
                                
                                                Six 
                                                or 
                                                seven 
                                                might 
                                                be 
                                                nice.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Come, 
                                                time 
                                                to 
                                                go 
                                                with 
                                                Daddy, 
                                                find
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ourselves 
                                                some 
                                                open 
                                                playground 
                                                space
 
                                    
                                
                                                On 
                                                these 
                                                concrete 
                                                fields 
                                                of 
                                                England, 
                                                this
 
                                    
                                
                                                Blessed 
                                                realm, 
                                                this 
                                                blessed 
                                                place.
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                browning 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                green: 
                                                we'll
 
                                    
                                
                                                Be 
                                                tight 
                                                as 
                                                canned 
                                                sardine.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lcmmings 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                right 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                left 
                                                of
 
                                    
                                
                                                Us 
                                                and 
                                                all 
                                                points 
                                                in 
                                                between...
 
                                    
                                
                                                It's 
                                                the 
                                                browning 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                green.
 
                                    
                                
                            1 The Turnpike Inn
2 Spoken Introduction to Demos
3 Doggerland (demo)
4 Heavy Metals (demo)
5 Enter the Uninvited (demo)
6 Puer Ferox Adventus (demo)
7 Meliora Sequamur (demo)
8 The Turnpike Inn (demo)
9 The Engineer (demo)
10 The Pax Britannica (demo)
11 Tripudium Ad Bellum (demo)
12 After These Wars (demo)
13 New Blood, Old Veins (demo)
14 In for a Pound (demo)
15 The Browning of the Green (demo)
16 Per Errationes Ad Astra (demo)
17 Cold Dead Reckoning (demo)
18 Loose Talk (Track by Track Commentary of the album)
19 Heavy Metals (5.1 mix)
20 Enter the Uninvited (5.1 mix)
21 Puer Ferox Adventus (5.1 mix)
22 Meliora Sequamur (5.1 mix)
23 The Turnpike Inn (5.1 mix)
24 The Engineer (5.1 mix)
25 The Pax Britannica (5.1 mix)
26 Tripudium Ad Bellum (5.1 mix)
27 After These Wars (5.1 mix)
28 New Blood, Old Veins (5.1 mix)
29 In for a Pound (5.1 mix)
30 The Browning of the Green (5.1 mix)
31 Per Errationes Ad Astra (5.1 mix)
32 Cold Dead Reckoning (5.1 mix)
33 Creations (The Making of Homo Erraticus)
34 Conversations (Jerry Ewing Interview)
35 Illustrations (Artwork with Carl Glover)
36 Articulations (Band Interviews)
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