Hollon is originally from Cincinnati, Ohio but has relocated to the city of Los Angeles, California. His career began as a DJ on Cincinnati's WAIF and also as a DJ at a small club there called Ripley's hosting an evening of jazz, hip-hop and electronic music. He soon hooked up with New York producer DJ Osiris and Robert Curcio to produce "The Low End Sequence EP", named after his evening at Ripley's. Not long after that he met rapper Doseone in the local clubs and open mic nights and they collaborated on their first album titled Circle for Mush Records. This album grabbed the attention of John Peel and Gilles Peterson in the U.K. and soon they were a name in the British Underground Rap and Electronic scene.
The attention eventually led to Tom Brown, of Warp Records, asking Hollon to complete his first solo album for Lex Records. The album, Seed to Sun, was released in 2002. He has since released two more albums on Lex: a remix compendium entitled Corymb (2004), and most recently Blue Eyed in the Red Room (2005).
Boom Bip usually tours as full live band including drums, guitars, synths and many gadgets and machines. He has played many large festivals including: Pukkelpop, Coachella, Glastonbury and Transmusicales. He has toured with Super Furry Animals, Mice Parade, Interpol and others in the United States.
The Unthinkable
Boom Bip Lyrics
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Crow's foot always in my pocket
Big black circles, shooting pains
Stick a knife into a socket
Bottle rockets, rubber bands
Throw a good book out the window
Boil water, spill the beans
Sit still, listen to the wind blow
Hold your breath, spy on your neighbours
Do the tango with a broom
Wrap the presents with newspapers
Fly a kite late at night
Take a walk along the coast
No matter what I still can't sleep
Everywhere I still see ghosts
Selected works of Karl Marx
The greatest hits of Bill Monroe
Midnight on the stormy deep
Where did all the children go?
Angels on the tops of trees
Baseball in a prison yard
Lovers in the cemetary
Close your eyes, it isn't hard
Wicked witches cast their spells
My heart's been broken more than most
No matter what I still can't sleep
Everywhere I still see ghosts
Pupils dilate, eardrums bleed
Students riot in the square
Records break but so do bones
There's something evil in the air
So lock the door and spill your guts
Slit your writsts and say you're sorry
Take the day off, stay in bed
Throw your voice and change your story
Stranger things have happened, captain
Learn the words and make them true
Play their music backwards, listen
Even promises break in two
Pins and needles, freezing pain
We're not there yet, not even close
No matter what I still can't sleep
Everywhere I still see ghosts
Go outside and take your clothes off
Dig a hole and lay down in it
Swallow hard and make a fist
The world could end at any minute
So take the train, get right with God
Shoot the stars and smoke some crack
Pack your bags, put on your shoes
Go far away and don't come back
Broken glass, razor wire
The TV's on but no one's home
How everything's the way I like it
Not a sound, I'm all alone
Inside out and upside down
I bang my head against a post
No matter what I still can't sleep
Everywhere I still see ghosts
The lyrics of Boom Bip's "The Unthinkable" hold a sense of restlessness and unease. The imagery in the verses is chaotic and disjointed, with a flurry of activities and objects thrown together. The opening lines "Box of bones beneath my bed/Crow's foot always in my pocket" evoke a sense of superstition and unease, with the presence of bones and a crow's foot for luck or protection. The following lines add to the sense of discomfort, with emotions and physical feelings described as "big black circles, shooting pains" and "stick a knife into a socket."
The chorus of "No matter what I still can't sleep/Everywhere I still see ghosts" adds to the feeling of unrest and hints at the idea of haunting or trauma. The rest of the song continues on with a collection of disconnected scenes and ideas, ranging from politics ("Students riot in the square") and love ("Lovers in the cemetery") to darkness ("Wicked witches cast their spells") and mundane activities to distract from it all ("Fly a kite late at night"). The scattered lyrics give a sense of someone trying to distract themselves from something they can't escape, whether it's their own thoughts or something more sinister.
Overall, the lyrics of "The Unthinkable" evoke a feeling of restless unease and a desperate attempt to escape. The scenes described are seemingly unrelated but they build a sense of chaos and dread, with hints of trauma or haunting lurking in the background.
Line by Line Meaning
Box of bones beneath my bed
I have a box of bones underneath my bed
Crow's foot always in my pocket
I always carry a crow's foot in my pocket
Big black circles, shooting pains
I experience big black circles and shooting pains
Stick a knife into a socket
I am tempted to harm myself with a knife, even if it's dangerous
Bottle rockets, rubber bands
I play with bottle rockets and rubber bands
Throw a good book out the window
I throw a good book out of the window, which might be a waste
Boil water, spill the beans
I boil water and spill the truth
Sit still, listen to the wind blow
I stay still and listen to the wind blowing
Burn the photos, kill the lights
I burn photos and turn the lights off
Hold your breath, spy on your neighbors
I hold my breath and secretly observe my neighbors
Do the tango with a broom
I act silly and dance with a broom
Wrap the presents with newspapers
I wrap gifts with newspapers
Fly a kite late at night
I fly a kite during nighttime
Take a walk along the coast
I go for a walk along the coast
No matter what I still can't sleep
I am unable to sleep regardless of what I do
Everywhere I still see ghosts
I see ghosts wherever I go
Selected works of Karl Marx
I have selected works of Karl Marx
The greatest hits of Bill Monroe
I have the greatest hits of Bill Monroe
Midnight on the stormy deep
It is midnight on a stormy night
Where did all the children go?
I wonder where all the children have gone
Angels on the tops of trees
There are angels on top of trees
Baseball in a prison yard
There is baseball being played in a prison yard
Lovers in the cemetery
There are lovers in the cemetery
Close your eyes, it isn't hard
It's easy to close your eyes
Wicked witches cast their spells
Witches who are wicked cast spells
My heart's been broken more than most
I've had my heart broken more than others
Pupils dilate, eardrums bleed
My pupils dilate and my eardrums bleed
Students riot in the square
Students are rioting in the square
Records break but so do bones
Records break, but so do bones
There's something evil in the air
There is something evil in the air
So lock the door and spill your guts
I lock the door and confess everything
Slit your wrists and say you're sorry
I harm myself and apologize
Take the day off, stay in bed
I take the day off and stay in bed
Throw your voice and change your story
I throw my voice and change my story
Stranger things have happened, captain
Strange things have happened
Learn the words and make them true
I learn the words and make them true
Play their music backwards, listen
I play their music backwards and listen
Even promises break in two
Promises can be broken
Pins and needles, freezing pain
I'm experiencing pins and needles and freezing pain
We're not there yet, not even close
We're not there yet and still have a long way to go
Go outside and take your clothes off
I go outside and take off my clothes
Dig a hole and lay down in it
I dig a hole and lay down in it
Swallow hard and make a fist
I swallow hard and make a fist
The world could end at any minute
The world could end any moment
So take the train, get right with God
I take the train and get right with God
Shoot the stars and smoke some crack
I shoot the stars and smoke crack
Pack your bags, put on your shoes
I pack my bags and wear my shoes
Go far away and don't come back
I go far away and don't come back
Broken glass, razor wire
There's broken glass and razor wire
The TV's on but no one's home
The TV is on, but there's no one home
How everything's the way I like it
Everything is the way I like it
Not a sound, I'm all alone
There's no sound, and I'm alone
Inside out and upside down
Things are inside out and upside down
I bang my head against a post
I bang my head against a post
Lyrics © WARP MUSIC LIMITED
Written by: BRYAN CHARLES HOLLON, RICHARD TERRY
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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