The Art Of Walking (1980)

Go
Here's to the small things that give pleasure.
Here's to the everyday things that bring a smile.
My hands are complicated thoughts.
My hands are complicated but my feet just wanna go.

Here's to the finer points that mean everything.
Here's to the details that so often get overlooked -
the way one day fades into another
the way simple desires get expressed.

"What's the bus that comes by here?"

Here's to the best things.
As one day fades to another
as the past fills up with failure
the smallest details, the finest points, all add up.

Writers: Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas - Thompson.
©1980 Fire Songs under license from Ubu Projex for North America, and Virgin Music-BMG VM Music Ltd. for Rest Of World.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Rhapsody In Pink
I spent the day under the water.
I was a big pink ball at the bottom of the sea
the broad green sea.

The little fishies came and looked at me
looked at me at the bottom of the sea
the broad green sea.

There I was for all the little fishies to see.
There I was sitting on the sand
under the broad green sea.

I spent the day under the water.
I spent the day under the water
today.

The sea's a big green lens.
The little birdies looked at me, looked at me
under the broad green sea.

The waves rolled in.
The waves rolled in
and I rolled in.

The waves rolled out.
The waves rolled out
and I rolled out.

Back and forth and back and forth.
Back and forth
under the broad green sea.

I spent the day underwater.
I spent the night on the beach.
I was beached!

Then I got bleached.
Washed up. Bleached
white as a bone.

So, that's my story.
Sad but true.
Let this be a lesson to you.

Writers: Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas - Thompson.
©1980 Fire Songs under license from Ubu Projex for North America, and Virgin Music-BMG VM Music Ltd. for Rest Of World.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Misery Goats
Don't fret now, baby.
Don't be so tired.
No mope, mope, mope-a-dope.
"No, it's not as bad as all of that."
Don't be no misery goat.

I could cry.
I could just cry!
[crying sounds]
"What's wrong?"
The tears fall down.

I've got one bright hope.
I've got one ride home.

I sang three songs and marched around, marched around.
I sang,

Here comes the poetry.
"I'm a cave with the wind inside."
"I'm a shell with the sound of the surf inside."
What? What's the point, hunh?
Don't be no misery goat.

I've got one bright hope.
I've got one ride home.

Writers: Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas - Thompson.
©1980 Fire Songs under license from Ubu Projex for North America, and Virgin Music-BMG VM Music Ltd. for Rest Of World.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Loop
Are things clouds or clocks?
What's a swarm of gnats got to do with a pile of rocks?

What have a bucket and a clean slate got in common?

Let's go straight over.
What are we waiting for?

We should be able to get there easy.
What are we waiting for?

Let's go.

Writers: Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas - Thompson.
©1980 Fire Songs under license from Ubu Projex for North America, and Virgin Music-BMG VM Music Ltd. for Rest Of World.
Lyrics by Mayo Thompson.



Rounder
I tore myself up inside.
I ripped everything out.
It was a storm that went by.
It had the sound of the winter wind.
It made the sound of the frozen lake.
I tear myself up inside.
Only the walls were left.

I tore myself up.
I'm a big success.
I could not feel.
I do a good job.
I could not feel.
I tear myself up inside.
Poor boy. Tough luck.

Some excuse.
It works out that way.
I heard the voice of reason.
("Don't upset yourself.")
I didn't listen.
Yeah, I know it all. Big boy now.
I heard the voice of reason far away.

I tore myself up inside.
I ripped everything out.
Only the walls were left.
Then I looked around.
I looked around for something else to tear out.
I reached deep.

Writers: Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas - Thompson.
©1980 Fire Songs under license from Ubu Projex for North America, and Virgin Music-BMG VM Music Ltd. for Rest Of World.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Birdies
I gotta get holda myself.
I'm gonna have to pull myself up by my socks.
I'm gonna have to grab myself by the shirt collar and shake.

The birdies are singing.
The birdies are saying what I want to say.

Now, watch this close.
Oh, I should say 'closely.'
Here we go.

The foot goes up
and the foot goes down
and so I move along and actually get somewhere.

When the big feet get tangled
and I go boom down on the ground
I get right back up.

A tree, a dog, a cat, a house.
A car, fireplug, mailman. mom and dad.
Dumpdee dump, dumpda-dee.

Look at me!
I've got my feet on the ground and my head in the air.
The wind's going through.
And my hair's standing out.

I'm moving along
and I'm standing up
and I'm going somewhere.

Writers: Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas - Thompson.
©1980 Fire Songs under license from Ubu Projex for North America, and Virgin Music-BMG VM Music Ltd. for Rest Of World.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Lost In Art
Gimme, gimme!
I'm cookin' now.
I want shoes
and I'm gonna walk, walk, walk.
Here I go. Listen to me!

Gimme, gimme!
I want it all, now.
Now, I'm gonna sing sweet.
Now, I'm gonna sing pretty now.
Ooaaaaaah-oooo-oo!

I want more.
I want my shoes.
Tie 'em for me, please.
Watch me go. I can feel it.
Uh, gimme, gimme.

I've sung my song
and I've beat my drum.
I've sung my song
and I've beat my drum.
Gimme, gimme, gimme!

Hey, where's everybody going?
Come back.
Hey, wait a minute. I'm over here.
I didn't mean it.
Come on back.

I didn't mean it.

Writers: Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas - Thompson.
©1980 Fire Songs under license from Ubu Projex for North America, and Virgin Music-BMG VM Music Ltd. for Rest Of World.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Horses
In my heart
if that is where one feels
I surely feel
your head lying back sending peals
of laughter to ring a bell
the bell I ring to call you here to me.

Telephone, telephone, please
bring me news when I'm alone.
if it can be done I would be very grateful.

Is that a horse whose
footsteps I hear approaching
on the run from some strange unknown danger
or just my heart beating so noisily?
One never really knows.
It's not too late to see.

It's the sun I wait for in the morning
and the moon
I long to see setting in the evening.
When night lies ahead
and day is through
I'll spend some time with you.

Writer: Thompson.
© Music-Language.
Lyrics by Mayo Thompson.

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