Cloudland (1989)

Breath.
Dog day afternoon by the sea.
I think about you. What am I gonna do?
Sorrow's hangin' over me.

Let me walk with you cuz it's breaking my heart.
The things that we had.
The good and the bad. Now it's parking lots.
Don't let's talk about tomorrow.
Baby! Standin' at the edge of sorrow.
Let's watch the whole world goin' slow.
Let's watch the whole world goin'.

I know my way round town.
Used to live around here.
I know the sites to see. The things they mean to me and how we tore it down.
Let me walk with you cuz it's breaking my heart.
The things that we had.
The good and the bad. Now it's parking lots.
Don't let's talk about tomorrow.
Baby! Standin' at the edge of sorrow.
Let's watch the whole world goin' slow.
Let's watch the whole world goin' slow.

Unh-hunh. It was a dream.
Nah! But it was a tin can.
Not a dream.
Man! It was a tin can.
Ha! Had I not kicked that.
Had I not kicked that.
Had it clattered in the gutter when it bounced down the sidewalk.
Had I not.
Keep that!
Don't let's talk about tomorrow.
Baby! Standin' at the edge of sorrow.
Let's watch the whole world goin' slow.
Let's watch the whole world goin' so.
Let's watch the whole world goin'.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Race The Sun.
I don't know what you're waiting for. Mary is out the door.
Why would I lie? Why would I lie?
Through the dust and the fading light shall I tell you what I spy?

Mississippi-Southern owns the train but I know it's got another name.
Why would I lie? Why would I lie?
It's a race to the edge of the night.
Hmmm! Great Sorrow's got you in its lights.

Run, run! Try to catch the sun.
Don't be slack. Great Sorrow is on the tracks.
Run, run! Try to catch the sun.
Don't look back. Great Sorrow is on the track.

I don't know what you're waiting for. Mary is out the door.
Why would I lie? Why would I lie?
When it calls from the edge of the night shall I tell you what I spy?
Run, run! Try to catch the sun.
Don't be slack. Great Sorrow is on the track.
Run, run! Try to catch the sun.
Don't look back. Great Sorrow is on your track.
I don't know what you call that train. Gone, buddy, that's the name.
Gone. Gone. Gone.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Cry.
Cry one time for the Man in the Moon.
Cry for the Old Man and the Sea.
Cry once for hope.
Cry once for us and the way things turned out to be.

Cry for tomorrow.
Cry for today.
Cry for the lives that we've frittered away.

Cry one time for the harvester's plight.
Cry for the old man on his knees.
Cry once for all.
Then cry for the dawn of the day neither one of us wanted to see.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Why Go It Alone?
I never know what to say to you.
But if tears were words, and pigs could fly, darlin', I'd know.
Darlin! I know.
I try to speak and the waves roll in.
I'm like to drown when the waves roll in.
I'm not all there when the waves roll in.
Another night when the waves roll in.

A couple times last week I tried hard to speak.
A couple times a week I might know how to speak.
I never know what to say to you.
But if tears were words, and pigs could fly, darlin', I'd know.
Darlin! I'd know.
I try to speak and the waves roll in.
I'm like to drown when the waves roll in.
I'm not all there when the waves roll in.
Another night when the waves roll in.

I never know what to say to you.
But if tears were words, and pigs could fly, darlin', I know.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Waiting For Mary.
Welcome to Mars! It's open all hours.
Bill's in the back and Fred's on the phone, sayin', What are we doing here?
Oh! He was sayin' that you are never alone in the Twilight Zone.
What are we doing here?

Waiting. For. Mary. Waiting. For. Mary. Waiting. For. Mary.
Oh.

I oughta know but my memory is goin'.
As bad as it seems maybe we're dreamin'.
Don't mind the stares we've paid for these chairs.
And keep up that smile it might be awhile.
What are we doing here?

Waiting. For. Mary. Waiting. For. Mary. Waiting. For. Mary.
Oh.

Oh, I Won. Der. Why.
She. Can't. Be. On. time. Ever?

What do you know! It had to be snowin!
I'm down on my knees. I'm beggin' you please.
Oh! What do you see?
Why! It had to be me, sayin', What? What are we doing here?
Now! One at a time or all in a line, say it.

Waiting. For. Mary. Waiting. For. Mary. Waiting. For. Mary.
Oh.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Ice Cream Truck.
Here it comes. Here it comes.
Here it comes again.
Here it comes. The ice cream truck.
People flyin' out the doors runnin' up the street.
They really love their music.
Man! It's just my luck.
Baby! Baby! Baby! Come here quick.
The melody's about to make me sick.
Baby! Baby! Baby! Shut that door.
I don't think I can stand anymore.

There's too much music in the land.
You hear it everywhere.
Everybody's in a band! Can't get enough of it.
Brother Jimmy. Cousin Ray.
Mom and Dad on bass and drums.
Someone here's just gotta quit.
Baby! Baby! Baby! Come here quick.
The melody's about to make me sick.
Baby! Baby! Baby! Shut that door.
I don't think I can stand anymore.

It's not the sugar.
It's not the sticky sludge.
People wanna eat that stuff I don't hold a grudge.
It's that music. There's too much of it.
I wish someone had the guts to quit.

Baby! Baby! Baby! Come here quick.
The melody's about to make me sick.
Baby! Baby! Baby! Shut that door.
I don't think I can stand anymore.

There's too much music in the land.
You hear it everywhere.
Everybody's in a band! They can't get enough of it.
Brother Jimmy. Cousin Ray.
Mom and Dad on bass and drums.
They just can't help it.
Baby! Baby! Baby! Come here quick.
The melody's about to make me sick.
Baby! Baby! Baby! Shut that door.
I don't think I can stand anymore.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Bus Called Happiness.
One day I will say,
"I woke up to find a heap of a mess."
Running for the bus I cry,
"Hold that bus called 'Happiness!'"
Why am I so slow?
If I only knew.
You better say it is not so.
I wonder what I want without you.

Through the back window
I thought I saw the color of her dress.
"Which way does that bus go?"
"Buddy, that's the bus called 'Happiness.'"
Why am I so slow?
If I only knew.
You better say it is not so.
I wonder what I want without you.

Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Monday Night.
Monday night I had a vision or two.
Monday night I saw life going on without you.
I fell on my knees.
Scrubbed down the floor. Looked out the door.
I said, Baby baby please!

Monday night I had a vision or two.
Monday night I wondered what I'd want without you.
I fell on my knees.
Scrubbed down the floor. Looked out the door.
I said, Baby baby please!

Monday night I had a mission to do.
Monday night I took a look at my life without you.
Fell on my knees.
Scrubbed down the floor. Looked out the door.
I said, Baby baby please!
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Love Love Love.
I had a plan ready. It called for common sense.
How on earth it ever failed!?
I want the evidence!
I can't believe that I! I can't believe it.
I can't believe that I can't believe it.

And so she cried. Had to be coincidence.
How will I ever know?
I want a second chance.
I can't believe that I! I can't believe it.
I can't believe that I can't believe it.
I can't believe that I! I can't believe it.
I can't believe that I can't believe it.

Was that a swinging door? Who let all the bugs in?
How can a person think?
Back to the top. Again.
I can't believe that I! I can't believe it.
I can't believe that I can't believe it.

I had a plan ready. It called for common sense.
How it failed!?
I want the evidence.
I can't believe that I! I can't believe it.
I can't believe that I can't believe it.
Oh I can't believe that I! I can't believe it.
Oh I can't believe that I can't believe.
Oh I can't believe that I! I can't believe it.
Oh I can't believe that I can't believe.
Writers: Herman - Krauss - Laughner - Taylor - Thomas - Wright.
©1989 EMI Music (ROW),
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music (USA/Canada).
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Lost Nation Road.
From out of the night and into the dawn.
The rose-lighted road stretches on and on and on.
The carpenters are knockin it up as I! I come into view.
How this town grows!
I've been searchin' for the streets of gold.
I don't know. This may be the day.
Eldorado is paved with clay.
A voice calls from the burning hot, It ain't that good but ya know what ya got!

There's always a sign. A portion that's blown away.
It points to home.
Ma! I'm at a pause on a lost highway.
Right from the start I knew I was running from you.
How do I know?
I went searchin' for them streets of gold.
I don't know. This may be the day.
Eldorado is paved with clay.
A voice calls from the burning hot, It ain't that good but ya know what ya got!
I been searchin' for them streets of gold.
I don't know. This may be the day.
Eldorado is paved with clay.
A voice calls from the burning hot, It ain't that good but ya know what ya got!
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Fire.
Last night the river went calling.
Like a train that jumps the tracks how it roared through the night like a vow to never go back.
We never knew peace. Will we never know peace?
Are we like a house made of dry grass?
People pass sayin, Man! It won't last.

Last night the river went calling how it pushed thru the awful black!
Boats of gold hanging by their fiery stacks.
I heard the rivermen cry, We will never know peace.
Are we like a house made of dry grass?
People pass sayin, Man! It won't last.
See the fire and smoke spittin' fire and sparks.
Are we like a house made of dry grass?
People pass sayin, Man! It won't last.

Last night I dreamed I was falling.
Where do we go, I said to myself, If I call your name and you answer crying?
We never knew peace. Will we never know peace?
Are we like a house made of dry grass?
People pass sayin', See the fire and sparks spitting fire and sparks.
Are we like a house made of dry grass?
People pass sayin'.
People pass sayin', See the fire and smoke spitting fire and sparks.
Are we like a house made of dry grass?
People pass sayin', It won't last.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Nevada!
We've come on the sloop John B. My grandfather and me.
Around Nassau Town we did roam through them dry sea beds and dinosaur bones.
The heat beat down fit to crack them stones.
Man! I feel so broke down I gotta go home.
Hoist up the John B sails. See how the main sail sets.
I call for the captain sayin' I gotta go home.
I call for the captain sayin' I wanna go home.
Them good days are gone. The good days are gone.
Them good days are gone. The good days are gone.

The first mate. Her heart sunk.
She went and cried in the captain's bunk.
I said Don't cry baby! Don't fly in a rage. I'll tell you a story about the Golden Age.
30 cents a gallon. The superhighway.
You could fly like the wind through the hollow of the day.
John Stone would leave you alone.
You'd never get broke down. Never go home.
Hoist up the John B sails. See how the main sail sets.
I call for the captain sayin' I gotta go home.
I call for the captain sayin' I wanna go home.
Them good days are gone. The good days are gone.
Them good days are gone. The good days are gone.

Nevada! Baby don't go to bits. We get to Reno and we call it quits.
Nevada! Baby don't go to bits. We get to Reno and we call it quits.
Nevada! Baby don't go to bits.
We get to Reno and we call it quits.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



The Wire.
Baby you worry too much about me. You know I get by.
I know all of the tricks of the trade and I love the high wire.
Walking in air. It's suited to me.
Walking in air is suited to me.
Bye bye baby goodbye.
Bye bye baby goodbye.

I don't look around and I don't look down.
I've got no wandering eye.
I keep my mind on the line all of the time and I love the high wire.
Walking in air. It's suited to me.
Walking in air is suited to me.
Bye bye baby goodbye.
Bye bye baby goodbye.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Flat.
In the early part of the 20th Century.
Deep inside the American wilderness.
In the state of Kansas. 82,000 square miles of flat.
There were two automobile cars.
On July 5th 1904 they ran into each other.
Hey-ho! What do we know?!
I thought I heard Stop but I mighta said Go.

Some reason I thought about you and me.
I remember the day as if my life was flat.
I looked up and there you were.
I said to myself, Look out honey! Here I come.
Hey-ho! What do we know?!
I thought I heard Stop but I mighta said Go.

Flat is all that I see. Flat is all that I see.
The train came back.
It swallowed up the track.
Now flat is all that I see. Flat is all that I see.
What do we know?!
I thought I heard Stop but I mighta said Go.

In the days you been gone I thought about them two cars.
Weather conditions had been reasonable. Visibility fine.
I said to myself, What was it? An idea whose time had come?
Or maybe it had. It had just seemed like a good idea at the time?
Hey-ho! What do we know?!
I thought I heard Stop but I mighta said Go.
Hey-ho! What do we know?!
I thought I heard Stop but I mighta said Go.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



The Waltz.
The bride swayed barefoot there on the sidewalk you could fry an egg.
Not a shade of a cloud. Not a breath of a breeze disturbed her dress or hair.
Round at her feet burst by the dust a ghost rain dropped like tears.
We waltzed cross Texas. We waltzed by the sea.
We waltzed through the tears.
And it seemed like a good idea. It seemed like a good idea.
How it seemed like a good idea!

The bride swayed barefoot there by the sidewalk while the day stood still.
Not a shade of a cloud. Not a breath of a breeze played on her face as she said, We can't go on like nothing is wrong. Don't be that cruel to me.
We waltzed cross Texas. We waltzed by the sea.
We waltzed through the tears.
And it seemed like a good idea. It seemed like a good idea.
How It seemed like a good idea!

And it seemed like a good idea. It seemed like a good idea.
Well! It seemed like a good idea.

The bride swayed barefoot there on the sidewalk you could fry an egg.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Pushin'.
I don't want you to go. I don't want you to go.
A hundred ways that I don't know.
I don't want you to go.
We'll go to Paris.
We'll go to France.
See the Eiffel Tower. I'll learn to dance.
And every day will be a holiday.
Every day will be a holiday.

I don't want you to go. I don't want you to go.
Happiness will be my goal.
I don't want you to go.
We'll go out west for to banish sorrow.
We'll drive and drive like there's no tomorrow.
We'll see the sights.
We'll walk the walks.
The mostly thing is we'll have to talk.
And every day will be a holiday.
Everyday will be a holiday. Everyday will be a holiday.
I know you know but I wanted to say, Every day will be a holiday.

We'll go out west for to banish sorrow.
We'll drive and drive like there's no tomorrow.
We'll see the sights.
We'll walk the walks.
The mostly thing is we'll have to talk.
And every day will be a holiday.
Everyday will be a holiday.
Everyday will be a holiday.
I know you know but I wanted to say, Every day will be a holiday.
Everyday will be a holiday. Everyday will be a holiday.
Happiness will be my goal.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Wine Dark Sparks.
Every once in a lifetime. Every once in a blue moon.
There's something happens that.
Baby! Here comes that tune. Oh here comes that tune.
Yeah! I oughta know nothing's worth the half of half of what it used to.
Yeah! I oughta know nothing's worth the half of half of what it used to.

Everybody looks happy. Comes a knock on the door.
It's that kid with the quarter come running back for more.
Running back for more.
Yeah! I oughta know nothing's worth the half of half of what it used to.
Yeah! I oughta know nothing's worth the half of half of what it used to.
Writers: Cutler - Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Bang The Drum.
Don't cry when you see me going. Don't cry when you see me go.
Like a house on a hill I remember you still.
Don't cry when you see me go.
Writers: Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.

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