Lyrics Aeroplane Blues - The Blue Aeroplanes

Aeroplane Blues

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 an ingenue
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?