Jm Eiriksdottir - Bo Mansell (1)

i tried to gouge a hole in my belt with a knife and it went right through my nail, it's absolutely foul 
and i think it's going to tear right off.
i have two cans on my desk and one is half full of the juice, the other of tobacco and ash and i nearly made that mistake, 
i could have died if i'd swallowed a filter
doesn't that shit expand in your stomach, much like a tampon in a bowl of water? i remember i tried that when i was thirteen and it was all very exciting.

i like to buy avocadoes but they do this weird thing when they're over ripened, they fill up with fibres
and i grimace a lot and throw them out
i smoked the other day with a tiny piece of hash which looked like a rabbit dropping and it fucked me off my face
and i snorted at the sound of the soya milk.

i hate it when i'm online but facebook says i'm offline or shows me the little number sign but not the notification
i stamp my foot like a small child.
also when spotify spontaneously crashes, it always fucking crashes and it advertises in french
it's simply not good enough.

Michael Jackson As A Way Of Life (2011)

people and their feelings all shifting like tectonic plates
and it grips like a vice when you don't get a say
when you're merely an observer on a mountain far away
powerless and uninvolved like a pebble hitting waves

but holy fuck 
you're exactly the same 
and i try to find a fondness
but there's just sweat and disdain
took you down from the shelf
and gave you a shake
tried to fix the clockwork bits
but there's just dust and bloodstains

and honestly, we all know this city is a village
i've been back two weeks and i know everybody's business
after a guarded year, you broke me down in twenty minutes
sank the h.m.s. anonymous, captain fucking careless.

but holy fuck
you are exactly the same
i'll let you shudder against me
and warn you that i've changed
we'll pour out all these ashes
and dance in the remains 
we'll beat each other senseless
and lay the heat to waste.

Hire A Velo'v, Cycle To Switzerland (2011)

Nonsense Rhymes About My Friends (2005)

Rise (2006)

The Day We Stormed Apart (2006)

Cider Inside Her Inside (2007)

Scottish Weather (2007)

a coffee headache
i'm trailing two feet home again
a cigarette lung
surreality begins to creep in
oh, and here's to another two years
i have no doubts you'll disappear
you've made yourself quite clear

i had said every word i needed to
back from the dead
the coffin that i made
couldn't hold you
scrawl these words in my skull
the inner edge
the unreachable

another pageful of drunken scrawlings
in the dark
another morning ignoring the birds
fighting the sun
oh, and where was i?
i was killing time
i was glowing and growing
and running amok
throught the scenes
and the scripts that you left me
and therein lies some honesty, finally

I set the stage
a masquerade, a pantomime
staggering in
is this life or just lines?
i'm immoral
i'm powerless, rest assured
i'm powerless, rest assured

this is another world
why did i revive you?
now i'm trembling
and biting my lip

my mouth is sore
from how you kissed it

Song Eight (2007)

The Act Of Estimating Something As Worthless (2005)

your planet is a marble
that we roll across
a crooked floor
your universe
a tub of glitter
scattered across
a helicopter

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

i like dancing
you love theatre
these are the things that we
respectively appear for

amazing, isn't it,
the futures we discard
to recover from
the past

think harder.
think harrrrrrrder.
think harder.
think harrrrrrrrrder-er-errrr

i'm living in 
the absence of 
my fantastic
projection
and i realise
the one-sided
nature of 
connection.

Don't Book The 906, Apparently It's A Bus (2012)

I am terrorised by the phobia of having anyone at all witness me singing in person, particularly when I actually mean what I'm singing. So I've never managed to go into a studio and everything I've recorded has used the most basic of equipment. Sorry about that. I've built up a library of songs I've written over the past decade that barely anyone has heard at all. My friend Harrison wants to hear all of them. He says he's my biggest fan. This page is mostly for him, and anyone else who is interested. The titles are all really silly because I started listening to math rock, but at least I didn't name them all after types of flowers or genres of fiction or pieces of furniture.

Bo Hickey

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