THE BOY WITH NO GRIP.

Copyright J Kneller 1994

Picture a young man impeccably clean
Don't know where he's going don't care where he's been
Picks up the pieces where he broke just like clay
Dustpan and brushes sweep him away
Ha ha ha ha ha ha
Aren't we so lucky we're not like him
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
They turned up the spotlight to make him look dim

So you think you can help him so you hold out your hand
But you close up your fingers on a fistful of sand
He lost all his ID when he started to slide
the boy with no grip on a white knuckle ride

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
They shaved of his head to take a look in
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
They pulled out the works but a spanner fell in…

Now 3 times a week they try to toast his head
And turn his brains to scrambled egg
Yes 3 times a day they gave him sweeties in a jar oh
And they made him a fruitcake for his tea hee hee hee hee

He's got a magic shoebox under his bed
Converses with aliens that talk in his head
He built butter mountains to melt in the sun
He is a little boy lossed
But to find him would be to much cost
Picture a young man whith a hole in his head.
They painted a smile on and the puppet was lead.
His shrink says he's lucid most of the time
And If you ask him 3 nods mean he's fine
There's a close fitting jacket if he wants to be straight
A man with three eyes if he feels a bit faint
But if you ask mother she'll try to hide
The boy with no grip on a white knuckle ride.

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
They shaved off his head to take a look in
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
They pulled out the works but a spanner fell in…

They took the magic shoe-box from under his bed
Gone are the aliens that talked in his head
No more butter mountains to melt in the sun
Where has the little boy gone
Can you find him in the words of this song
Come and find him now?

Love without sound.
Love without sound,
Love without sound without you

I climbed to the top of a very big tree
Searched up there for what I could see
but I discovered the sky was blue without you
So I climbed back down dug underground
Searched down there for what could be found
but I discovered no hidden treasure without you
So I got a boat and only half afloat
Sailed the breeze across the seven seas
But I discovered that the seas were blue...
Without you now
So I'm singing...

Love without sound.
Love without sound,
Love without sound
Without you