Too old to rock and roll and too young to die
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 cafe prophet of doom.
Ringing no change in his double-sewn seams
in his post-war-babe gloom.
Now he’s too old to Rock’n’Roll but
he’s 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 120
with no room left to brake.
And he was too old to Rock’n’Roll but
he was too young to die.
No, you’re never too old to Rock’n’Roll if
you’re too young to die.
– Jethro Tull (Too old to rock and roll and too young to die) –
I thank so much my friend, and brilliant musician, Milo Scaglioni.
“Too old to rock and roll and too young to die”
Milano, Italy, Feb. 2015
© Massimo S. Volonté