Circus Bazooko
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club Lyrics


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My eyes are empty, my soul is pretty
You can ease it to me
I just need your empty mind
My eyes are thick and my skull is itchy
And I read no fiction
Is it me or everything in my bones?

My head is sinking and my love is pretend
Is it real, no fiction
I just need your empty mind
My mind electric, my soul reflected
I can hear the ticket
Am I real, aren't you the fool

I'm still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone as a clown
Still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still as lost as I'm found
Still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone as a clown

My love's a stick shift
I can squeeze or make it
Is it real, or just a dream of mine?
My blood is tipping, my horse is limping
I can ease, or sink in
I just need some grand design

I'm still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone as a clown
Still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone, better ground

Oh, that's what I found
Oh, that's what I found
Oh, that's what I found




Oh, that's what I found
Oh, that's what I found

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of "Circus Bazooko" by Black Rebel Motorcycle Club delve into themes of loneliness, self-reflection, and the search for meaning amidst internal turmoil. The opening lines, "My eyes are empty, my soul is pretty / You can ease it to me / I just need your empty mind," suggest a yearning for connection and understanding, perhaps seeking solace or validation from another. The juxtaposition of emptiness and beauty in the soul reflects a complex emotional state that seeks to be filled with something meaningful.


The following lines, "My head is sinking and my love is pretend / Is it real, no fiction / I just need your empty mind," continue to explore the notion of a love that may not be genuine or fulfilling. The mention of a sinking head implies a sense of heaviness or burden, while questioning the reality of emotions versus the facade of love. The desire for an 'empty mind' from another could signify a longing for simplicity or clarity in a relationship that may be clouded by ambiguity.


As the lyrics progress, the imagery becomes more vivid and introspective. The mention of an "electric mind" and a "soul reflected" suggests a heightened awareness or sensitivity to one's own thoughts and emotions. The line "Am I real, aren't you the fool" hints at a questioning of one's own existence and the role of others in shaping our perceptions of reality.


The recurring refrain of being "still alone, still as lost as I'm found" underscores the theme of solitude and inner conflict. The comparison to a clown evokes a sense of alienation or being misunderstood, as clowns often mask their true selves behind a façade of humor. The closing lines, with the repeated refrain of "Oh, that's what I found," suggest a realization or revelation that may have been reached through introspection and seeking meaning in the midst of loneliness. Ultimately, the lyrics of "Circus Bazooko" paint a poignant picture of grappling with one's inner demons and the search for connection and authenticity in a world that may feel isolating and confusing.


Line by Line Meaning

My eyes are empty, my soul is pretty
Although I may appear hollow, my inner self is beautiful and pure.


You can ease it to me
You have the power to bring comfort and solace to my troubled soul.


I just need your empty mind
All I require is your open and uncluttered consciousness.


My eyes are thick and my skull is itchy
I feel a heaviness in my gaze and an itchiness in my mind.


And I read no fiction
I do not indulge in falsehoods or fantasies.


Is it me or everything in my bones?
Am I the only one feeling this way, or is it ingrained within me?


My head is sinking and my love is pretend
I feel overwhelmed and my affection is insincere.


My mind electric, my soul reflected
My thoughts are charged with energy, and my essence is mirrored.


I can hear the ticket
I can sense the invitation or opportunity.


Am I real, aren't you the fool
Is my existence valid, or are you the one being deceived?


I'm still alone, I'm
Despite everything, I remain solitary.


Still alone, still
Alone in my solitude, still as ever.


Still alone as a clown
Isolated like a performer in the midst of a circus.


My love's a stick shift
My affection is unpredictable and changeable.


I can squeeze or make it
I can either embrace it or let it slip away.


My blood is tipping, my horse is limping
I feel a sense of imbalance, my strength is waning.


I just need some grand design
I am in search of a greater purpose or plan.


Still alone, I'm
Despite all efforts, I am still by myself.


Still alone, better ground
Alone, but perhaps in a more stable state.


Oh, that's what I found
Ah, this is my discovery.




Lyrics Β© BMG Rights Management
Written by: NICHOLAS JAGO, PETER HAYES, ROBERT TURNER

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Most interesting comments from YouTube:

@sku7842

My eyes are empty, my soul is pretty
You can ease it to me
I just need your empty mind
My eyes are thick and my skull is itchy
And I read no fiction
Is it me or everything in my bones?
My head is sinking and my love is pretend
Is it real, no fiction
I just need your empty mind
My mind electric, my soul reflected
I can hear the ticket
Am I real, aren't you the fool
I'm still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone as a clown
Still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still as lost as I'm found
Still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone as a clown
My love's a stick shift
I can squeeze or make it
Is it real, or just a dream of mine?
My blood is tipping, my horse is limping
I can ease, or sink in
I just need some grand design
I'm still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone as a clown
Still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone, better ground
Oh, that's what I found
Oh, that's what I found
Oh, that's what I found
Oh, that's what I found
Oh, that's what I found



@strangewayfaringstranger

My eyes are empty, my soul is pretty
You can ease it to me
I just need your empty mind
My eyes are thick and my skull is itchy
And I read no fiction
Is it me or everything in my bones?

[Verse 2]
My head is sick and my love is tipsy
Is it me; no fiction
I just need your empty mind
My mind electric, my soul reflected
I can hear the ticket
Am I real, or are you the fool?

[Chorus]
I'm still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone as a clown
Still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still as lost as I'm found
Still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone as a clown

[Verse 3]
My eyes are stitches, my love's a stick shift
I can squeeze or make it
Is it real, or just a dream of mine?
My blood is tipping, my horse is limping
I can ease, or sink in
I just need some grand design

[Chorus]
I'm still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone as a clown
Still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone but to mount

[Outro]
Oh, it's what I found
Oh, it's what I found
Oh, it's what I found
Oh, it's what I found
Oh, it's what I found



@strangewayfaringstranger

My eyes are empty, my soul is pretty
You can ease it to me
I just need your empty mind
My eyes are thick and my skull is itchy
And I read no fiction
Is it me or everything in my bones?

[Verse 2]
My head is sick and my love is tipsy
Is it me; no fiction
I just need your empty mind
My mind electric, my soul reflected
I can hear the ticket
Am I real, or are you the fool?

[Chorus]
I'm still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone as a clown
Still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still as lost as I'm found
Still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone as a clown

[Verse 3]
My eyes are stitches, my love's a stick shift
I can squeeze or make it
Is it real, or just a dream of mine?
My blood is tipping, my horse is limping
I can ease, or sink in
I just need some grand design

[Chorus]
I'm still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone as a clown
Still alone, I'm
Still alone, still
Still alone but to mount

[Outro]
Oh, it's what I found
Oh, it's what I found
Oh, it's what I found
Oh, it's what I found
Oh, it's what I found



@Rocketcat15

I still haven't seen anything approaching the correct lyrics, so here's my attempt -

My hands are empty, my soul is plenty
You can ease or tempt me
I just need your remedy in mine
My eyes are flicking, my skull is itching
Am I real, or fiction?
Is it real, or every fear in my bones?

My head is sinking, my love is quicksand
Is it real, or fiction?
I just need your remedy in mine
My mind electric, my soul reflected
I can kneel, or take it
Am I real, or in a UFO?

Still alone
I'm still a monster
Still alone as a crown
Still alone
I'm still a monster
Still as lost as I'm found
Still alone
I'm still a monster
Still alone as a crown

My head's in stitches, my love's a stickshift
I can squeeze, or milk it
Is it real, or just a dream of mine?
My boat is tipping, my horse is limping
I can't ease or sink it
I just need some remedy in mine


Still alone
I'm still a monster
Still alone as a crown
Still alone
I'm still a monster
Still a lone battleground


My heart was wired in thorns x5



All comments from YouTube:

@mustash2451

great song. we couldn't live without you guys!!

@extremeenduro1560

Aren't you glad you are one of the smart ones that knows about BRMC! Oh yea!

@rruby9740

Like a lullaby for kids ,little bit eerie and tons of fun .
Also like a midnight empty operating carnival . just love this track soooooo muchhhhh

@archie524

BRMC have often reminded me of T.Rex at times. This one seals it. Great tune.

@Firebrand1967

More like...What if Marc Bolan had fronted The Doors?

@darthvader3465

the BRMC!

@dominiczka745

Probably the best song on their new album, I really love it!

@user-od7lf5yh1y

3. Another great song! They keep pulling different rabbits out of the hat. 🐰🎩I love it!

@davidsander8588

Best song on the new album. I hope they play this live Tuesday. Just awesome.

@paulk.794

On the low it's a great song,

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