Aeroplane Blues - The Blue Aeroplanes

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?