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The Fisherman Of Ephesus - Jethro Tull

 The Fisherman Of Ephesus

Jethro Tull


Lyrics:

[Acts 5:40-42]

 

Ten set out along the rocky road

To suffer for their saintly sins

The great betrayer gone missing

Having topped himself or split his skin

Now, the young beloved one

Last son of father Zebedee

Comes to the town of Ephesus

To spin the lure and reel them in

 

Casts a line, sits waiting quietly

For the telltale nibble to reveal

The passing curiosity

The inner need, the faint appeal

Sings sweetly for his supper

Sings of miracles and fairy tales

Of barley loaves and two small fish

Of barley loaves and two small fish

To make, for multitudes, a meal

 

Fisherman of Ephesus

Surveys the spirits' battleground

Flag was flown, a story told

Of crucifix and thorny crown

Hard to go on living

With the guilt of chance survival

All alone to fall from sky

Crash landing on arrival

To walk again the rocky road

No martyrdom to comfort

Wait out the years to join the ten

In fairytale revival

 

The test of Poison cup

A little boiling oil along the way

On isle of Artemis to toil

Write memoirs at the end of day

Then back to lie in Ephesus

Along amongst the dozen

As harbour slowly suffocates

And the catch has swum far away

 

Fisherman of Ephesus:

Did he know the fate of others?

Their sticky end, the harsh rebuttal

He alone without his brothers

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Letra:

[Hechos 5:40-42]

 

Diez partieron por el camino pedregoso

Para sufrir por sus santos pecados

El gran traidor desaparecido

Habiéndose rematado o partido la piel

Ahora, el joven amado

Último hijo del padre Zebedeo

Llega a la ciudad de Éfeso

Para lanzar el señuelo y enrollarlos

 

Lanza un señuelo, se sienta esperando en silencio

Para que el mordisco revelador aparezca

La curiosidad pasajera

La necesidad interior, el débil atractivo

Canta dulcemente para preparar su cena

Canta sobre milagros y cuentos de hadas

De panes de cebada y dos pececillos

De panes de cebada y dos pececillos

Para hacer, para multitudes, una comida.

 

Pescador de Éfeso

Inspecciona el campo de batalla de los espíritus

Se ondeó la bandera, se contó una historia

De un crucifijo y una corona de espinas

Difícil es seguir viviendo

Con la culpa de la supervivencia casual

Solo para caer del cielo

Un aterrizaje forzoso a la llegada

Para recorrer de nuevo el camino rocoso

No hay martirio para consolar

Espera unos años para unirte a los diez

En el renacimiento de los cuentos de hadas

 

La prueba de la copa de veneno

Un poco de aceite hirviendo en el camino

En la isla de Artemisa para trabajar

Escribir memorias al final del día.

Luego de vuelta a mentir en Éfeso

A lo largo de la docena

Mientras el puerto se sofoca lentamente

Y la captura ha nadado lejos

 

Pescador de Éfeso:

¿Sabía el destino de los demás?

Su final pegajoso, la dura refutación

Él solo sin sus hermanos

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