The Boney King Of Nowhere (naked_platypus) wrote,
The Boney King Of Nowhere
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Bulletproof... I wish I was

It's redundant and overdone, but this is the only way I can say anything.



I've lost my ability to convey my thoughts through original words, so i'll just steal someone elses.

I am also way to fucking lazy to try.

Blow Out
I am fused
Just in case I blow out
I am glued
Just in case I crack out




Ripcord
Soul destroyed with clever toys for little boys
It’s inevitable, inevitable, it’s a soul destroyed
You feel it till you’re dry
You feel it till you’ve had enough
And you don’t understand

No ripcord

Airplane, do I mean what I mean
It’s inevitable, inevitable, oh airplane

A thousand miles an hour
The politics of power
See you don’t understand

No ripcord

The answer to your prayers
They'll drop you anywhere
With no ripcord




Planet Telex
You can force it but it will not come.
You can taste it but it will not form.
You can crush it but it’s always here.
You can crush it but it’s always near
Chasing you home
Saying everything is broken
Everyone is broken.

You can force it but it will stay stung.
You can crush it as dry as a bone.
You can walk it straight home from school.
You can kiss it you can break all the rules
But still everything is broken,
Everyone is broken.
Why can’t you forget?



Sulk
Each time it
Comes
It eats me
Alive
I try to
Behave
But it eats me
Alive
So I declare
A holiday
Fall asleep
Drift away




Street Spirit
Rows of houses all bearing down on me
I can feel their blue hands touching me
All these things into positions
All these things will one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out

This machine will will not communicate these thoughts
And the strain I am under
Be a world child form a circle before we all go under
And fade out again and fade out again

Cracked eggs dead birds
Scream as they fight for life
I can feel death can see it’s beady eyes
All these things into frution
All these things we’ll one day swallow whole
And fade out again and fade out again




My Iron Lung
Faith.. you’re driving me away
You do it everyday
You don’t mean it but it hurts like hell.
My brain.. says I’m recieving pain
A lack of oxygen from my life support
My iron lung.

We’re.. to young to fall asleep
To cynical to speak
We are loosing it, can’t you tell?
We scratch.. our eternal itch
Out 20th century bitch
And we are grateful of our
Iron lung.

(the headshrinkers they want everything)
(my uncle bill, my belisha beacon)

Suck.. suck your teenage thumb
Toilet trained and dumb
When the power runs out, we’ll just hum.
This.. is our new song
Just like the last one
At total waste of time.
My iron lung

(the headshrinkers they want everything)
(my uncle bill, my belisha beacon)

And if you’re frightened, you can be frightened
You can be it's ok.




Fake Plastic Trees
Her green plastic watering can
For her fake chinese rubber plant
In fake plastic earth.
That she bought from a rubber man
In a town full of rubber plants
Just to get rid of itself.
And it wears her out, it wears her out
It wears her out, it wears her out.

She lives with a broken man
A cracked polystyrene man
Who just crumbles and burns.
He used to do surgery
For girls in the eighties
But gravity always wins.
And it wears him out, it wears him out
It wears him out, it wears him out.

She looks like the real thing
She tastes like the real thing
My fake plastic love.
But I can’t help the feeling
I could blow through the ceiling
If I just turn and run
And it wears me out, it wears me out
It wears me out, it wears me out.

And if I could be who you wanted
If I could be who you wanted,
All the time




Bulletproof... I wish I was
Limb by limb and tooth by tooth
Tearing up inside of me.
Everyday, everyhour, wish that I was..
Was bulletproof

Wax me, mould me
Heat the pins and stab them in.
You have turned me into this, just wish that it..
Was bulletproof

So pay me money, and take a shot
Lead fill the hole in me.
I could burst a million bubbles, all surrogate..
And bulletproof




Let Down
Transport, motorways and tramlines
Starting and then stopping
Taking off and landing
The emptiest of feelings
Disappointed people clinging on to bottles
And when it comes it's so so disappointing

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around

Shell smashed, juices flowing
Wings twitch, legs are going
Don't get sentimental
It always ends up drivel

One day I'm going to grow wings
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
Hysterical and ...

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around

Let down again
Let down again
Let down again

You know, you know where you are with
You know where you are with
Floor collapsing
Floating, bouncing back
And one day....
I am going to grow wings
A chemical reaction
Hysterical and useless
Hysterical and...

Let down and hanging around
Crushed like a bug in the ground
Let down and hanging around


Jonny:Andy Warhol once said that he could enjoy his own boredom. 'Let down' is about that. It's the transit-zone feeling. You're in a space, you are collecting all these impressions, but it all seems so vacant. You don't have control over the earth anymore. You feel very distant from all these thousands of people that are also walking there.

Ed:It's about the lack of control. You feel more sad than angry. But why Thom sings 'crushed like a bug in the ground', I don't know.




Fitter. Happier.
More productive.
Comfortable.
Not drinking too much.
Regular exercise at the gym (3 days a week).
Getting on better with your associate employee contemporaries.
At ease.
Eating well (no more microwave dinners and saturated fats).
A patient better driver.
A safer car (baby smiling in back seat).
Sleeping well (no bad dreams).
No paranoia.
Careful to all animals (never washing spiders down the plughole).
Keep in contact with old friends (enjoy a drink now and then).
Will frequently check credit at (moral) bank (hole in wall).
Favours for favours.
Fond but not in love.
Charity standing orders.
On sundays ring road supermarket
(no killing moths or putting boiling water on the ants).
Car wash (also on sundays).
No longer afraid of the dark.
Or midday shadows.
Nothing so ridiculously teenage and desperate.
Nothing so childish.
At a better pace.
Slower and more calculated.
No chance of escape.
Now self-employed.
Concerned (but powerless).
An empowered and informed member of society (pragmatism not idealism).
Will not cry in public.
Less chance of illness.
Tires that grip in the wet (shot of baby strapped in back seat).
A good memory.
Still cries at a good film.
Still kisses with saliva.
No longer empty and frantic.
Like a cat.
Tied to a stick.
That's driven into.
Frozen winter shit (the ability to laugh at weakness).
Calm,
Fitter, healthier and more productive
A pig,
In a cage,
On antibiotics.




Saint Simon
After all these implements and text designed by intellects
So vexed to find evidently there's just so much that hides
And though the saints of us divine in ancient feeding lines
Their sentiment is just as hard to pluck from the vine

I'm trying hard not to pretend
Allow myself no mock defense
Step into the night

Since I dont have the time nor mind to figure out
The nursery rhymes that helped us out and make a sense of our lives
The cruel uneventful state of apathy releases me
I value them but I won't cry if the time was wiped out

I'm trying hard not to give in
Battened down to fair the wind
Rid my head of this pretense
Allow myself no mock defense
Step into the night...

Mercy's eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
Nothing holds a roman candle to
The solemn warmth you feel inside


There's no measuring of it
As nothing else is love

I'll try hard not to give in
Battened down to fair the wind
Read my head, at least pretend
Allow myslef no mock defense
Step into the night...

Mercy's eyes are blue
When she places them in front of you
Nothing really holds a candle to
The solemn warmth you feel inside of you




The Best Imitation of Myself
I feel like a quote out of context
With holding the rest
So I can be for you what you want to see
I got the gestures and sounds
Got the timing down
It’s uncanny, yeah
You’d think it was me
Do you think I should take a class
To lose my southern accent?
Did I make me up
Or make the face ’til it stuck?
I do the best imitation of myself.

The problem with the "you" speech
You gave me was fine
I liked the theories about
My little stage
And I swore I was listening
But I started drifting
Around the part about me
Acting my age
And now if it’s all the same
I’ve people to entertain
I juggle one handed
Do some magic tricks and
The best imitation of myself

Maybe I’m thinking
Myself in a hole
Wondering who I am
When I ought to know
Straighten up now
Time to go
Fool somebody else
Fool somebody else

Last night I was
East with them
And west within
Trying to be for you
What you want to see
But I can’t help it
With you the good and bad
Comes through
Don’t want you hanging out
With no one but me

Now if it’s all the same
It comes from the same place
And if my mind’s somewhere else
You won’t be able to tell
I do the best imitation of myself
Yes it’s uncanny to see
You’d really think it was me
The best imtitation of myself
Do the best imitation of myself




Soma
Nothing left to say
And all I've left to do
Is run away
From you
And she led me on, down
With secrets I can't keep

Close your eyes and sleep
Don't wait up for me
Hush now don't you speak
To me

Wrapped my hurt in you
And took my shelter in that pain
The opiate of blame
Is your broken heart, your heart

So now I'm all by myself
As I've always felt
I'll betray my tears
To anyone caught in our ruse of fools

One last kiss for me...yeah
One last kiss good night

Didn't want to lose you once again
Didn't want to be your friend
Fulfilled a promise made of tin
And crawled back to you

I'm all by myself
As I've always felt
I'll betray myself
To anyone, lost, anyone but you

So let the sadness come again
On that you can depend on me, yeah
Until the bitter, bitter end of the world, yeah
When god sleeps in bliss

And I'm all by myself
As I've always felt
And I'll betray myself
To anyone




The Last Polka
Well, she crept back in the house
At half past three
Shook her head to see him
Snoring in his sleep
If he really loved me,
She said,
I wouldn’t have to be so mean.

He’s a heap of junk that
Pours from his top drawer
He sometimes likes to spread it
Out around the floor
It’s evidence of what
He was like
He likes to remember when

Sha-la-li sha-la-li-la-li
The end is growing near
Though we’re treading water now
And holding back our tears
And the day is rising
We’re singing,
Sha - la - la - la - la

In a minute it will all be coming down
And they know it now
But no one makes a sound
It’s such a shame to
Ruin this bright, lazy sunny day

Sha-la-li sha-la-li-la-li
The end is growing near
Though we’re treading water now
And holding back our tears
And the day is rising
We’re singing,
Sha - la - la - la - la

My, my. . .
The cruelest lies are often told
Without a word
My, my. . .
The kindest truths are often spoken,
Never heard

She said,
You’ve been pushing me
Like I was a sore tooth
You can’t respect me
’cause I’ve done so much
For you.
He said, well, I hate that
It’s come to this, but baby,
I was doing fine
How do you think that I
Survived the other twenty-five before you

Sha-la-li sha-la-li-la-li
The end is growing near
Though we’re treading water now
And holding back our tears
And the day is rising
We’re singing,
Sha - la - la - la - la



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