Aeroplane Blues Songtext

von The Blue Aeroplanes

I can do without it.

If you can do without clothes,
You can live without rings.
If you can live without money,
You can live without things.
If you can live with your lover
When he leaves or she clings
OK you've earned your wings.

You can use,
You can be used,
You can lose your blues,
Lose your aeroplane blues.
Open your parachute.

I've got a bird that whistles,
I've go a bird that sings,
I've got a television,
I've got a telephone. It rings,
It says I've had enough of you
And all your whisperings

I've got a common code
And some weird imaginings,
I've got a prison ribcage
And some gypsy kind of things,
You know I've earned my wings.

I can use,
I can be used,
I can lose my blues,
Lose my aeroplane blues.
Open my parachute.

Give me something that belongs to you
And I'll tell you your future,
How it will happen to you.
Give me a card - sharp and ingerive
A brittle boy and Doc Marten shoes,
And I'll tell you who'll use you
And who you'll use,
I'll give you plays on truth
And half - truths.

We can use,
We can be used,
We can lose our blues,
Lose our aeroplane blues.
Open our parachutes,
We're losing height ...

I'll do without my whistling bird,
My gypsy kind of things,
If you'll do without your whisky,
If you'll do without your rings.
We can do without our telephone,
Let it ring and ring and ring ...

Hello?
Hello?
Hello?