No Language in our Lungs

There is no language in our lungs to tell the world just how we feel no bridge of thought no mental link no letting out just what you think there is no language in our lungs there is no muscle in our tongues to tell the world what’s in our hearts no we’re leaving nothing […]

There is no language in our lungs
to tell the world just how we feel
no bridge of thought
no mental link
no letting out just what you think
there is no language in our lungs
there is no muscle in our tongues
to tell the world what’s in our hearts
no we’re leaving nothing
just chiselled stones
no chance to speak before we’re bones
there is no muscle in our tongues
I thought I had the whole world in my mouth
I thought I could say what I wanted to say
For a second that thought became a sword in my hand
I could slay any problem that would stand in my way
I felt just like a crusader
Lionheart, a Holy Land invader
but nobody can say what they really mean to say and
the impotency of speech came up and hit me that day and
I would have made this instrumental
but the words got in the way
there is no language in our…
there is no language in our lungs
to tell the world what’s in our hearts
no we’re leaving nothing behind
just chiselled stones
no chance to speak before we’re bones
there is no language in our lungs.

     — No Language in our Lungs, by XTC. Listen here.

3 thoughts on “No Language in our Lungs”

  1. Well, you know, the cure for *that* is this.

    God bless that Andy Partridge. The man is the only one who can write stuff like this and still never come across sappy. I love him to death.

    (It’s my favorite song. For once it won’t annoy the neighbors.)

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