Carnival of Souls (2014)

Golden Surf II
I have a map
I make inside my head
A map only shows you what you already know
Where shall we go?
Where shall we go?
Into Dark Light.

Into Dark Light
The neon, buzzing
Moon, buzzing
A firefly mothman, buzzing
A firefly mothman
Buzzing.

There oughta be a plan for the night
A plan that involves speed, light, and you
by my side
And you by my side
In your eyes I see the stars
of a thousand headlamps.

Time to go.
It's time to go.

Writers: Dowdall - Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
© 2014 Fire Songs, under license from Ubu Projex
Lyrics by David Thomas


Drag the River
Moon is where the dead people go
All my friends, everyone I know
Moonfaced, doom-struck

Time is a river
and, honey, I am your diving duck
Your fool

Moon is where dead people go
All my friends and everyone I know
Everyone I know

Moonfaced, doom-struck
Time is the river
and, honey, I am your diving duck

Writers: Boon - Dowdall - Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
© 2014 Fire Songs, under license from Ubu Projex
Lyrics by David Thomas


Visions of the Moon [French translation]
I live on the moon
I live in a box on the moon
My friends watch me from far below
We dream
We dream
Miles away.

Sun never to set
Moon never to rise
Miles away
I live on a moon
I live in a house
that I wander through.

Oh, I fear
the day will come
from miles away
My world, I say
This is my world, I say
Miles away.

Where will it go?
Where will it go?
I live on the moon
I live in a box on the moon
My friends watch me
from far below.

We dream.
We dream.
Miles away.
Miles away.

Writers: Boon - Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas
© 2014 Fire Songs, under license from Ubu Projex
Lyrics by David Thomas


Dr Faustus
There's a man, an old man,
he sits out on the porch on his shotgun shack
out on Route 322,
south of Meadville.

He sees you but you don't see him
May be speeding past, sixty miles an hour
He can see you,
and he can see your hopes, and dreams, and fears
trailing behind you like scraps of paper that have been torn from a map.
He sees you.

I am damned
I am damned -
to almost see what could have been,
to know what should have been.

I am free
No dignity remains to remind me of the man I used to be.

Sorrow hangs on me like a baggy suit of clothes.

Writers: Boon - Dowdall - Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
© 2014 Fire Songs, under license from Ubu Projex
Lyrics by David Thomas


Bus Station
I'm at The Greyhound at 12th & Payne
It's all I need to know
It's all the same
All my friends gather too
It's a show.

Somewhere near, somewhere far,
somewhere down the street -
it's a local bar
Nothing new, it's ever old
My fingers spread, and now how I feel the freakin' cold.

I put a spell on you because you're mine
It's not so hard to do
I walk the line
"Nothing is free," says Abilene
I pay the price again and again and again.

Writers: Boon - Dowdall - Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
© 2014 Fire Songs, under license from Ubu Projex
Lyrics by David Thomas


Road to Utah [French translation]
Follow the moon
Drive under the sea
Fiction is swallowing me
I say, "Here I am"
The sea is gone
Tide is pulling me on,
Is pulling me on.

I hear 15 monkeys with carnival eyes
My head is full of spies
Nothing to show for
Nothing to choose
So, I follow the clues
I follow the clues.

The dark is a fiction that is swallowing me
I say, "Here I am but the sea is gone"
It's a trumped up tide that is pulling me on
I got nothing to show for and nothing to choose
I've got badly written lines and I'm following cues
I hear 15 monkeys and I wanna cry,
"It's a dime store story with a Fortean twist."
I say, "Hey!"

Writers: Boon - Dowdall - Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
© 2014 Fire Songs, under license from Ubu Projex
Lyrics by David Thomas


Carnival
The monkey is loose
inside my head
His eyes are green
The coat he wears is red
On the days that he talks to me,
this is what he has said,
"Hang on, hang on"

Ninety-six tears will burn your cheeks
Ninety-six tears is gonna stain your breast
You say that you love me
Monkey knows best
You say you love me
Monkey knows it's a test
"Hang on, brother, hang on"

If you feed the monkey,
the monkey will say I love you too
If you feed the monkey,
the monkey will reward you -
if you feed the monkey

You say you love me
I say, "What will you do for me?"
You say you love me
I say, 'OK, what will you do?'
Will you feed the monkey?

Will you feed the monkey?

Writers: Boon - Dowdall - Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
© 2014 Fire Songs, under license from Ubu Projex
Lyrics by David Thomas


Irene
Goodnight, Irene
You are the prettiest thing
that I have ever seen,
Irene.

I'd see the sunlight is in your eyes
but I know
the moon is on your mind,
Irene.

I put a spell on you
because you're mine
I put a spell on you,
Irene.

You will say you love me,
and I will say,
"It's all gonna go wrong"
It's not gonna turn out very well at all.

Goodnight, Irene
I will see you often
in my dream,
Irene.

Writers: Boon - Dowdall - Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
© 2014 Fire Songs, under license from Ubu Projex
Lyrics by David Thomas


Brother Ray
Brother Ray is calling from a phone booth out in the desert.
Now, the thing is the last time I'd seen him, before he left,
he said to me, he said, "I'm going to work a deal in heaven!"
That's what he said.
"I'm going to work a deal in heaven!"
You can see I was a bit worried.

Next thing, I get a phone call.
He says he's calling from a phone booth out in the desert.
He says, "There's holy water mist rising from over the orange groves!"
He says, "There's halos appearing over all the lampposts!"
He says, "In the sky the stars are coming all undone."
And then he says the Greyhound's leaving and he's gotta go and he hangs up.

Just like that.

Next morning, I get a postcard.
On the front, a picture of Soda Mountain in the moonlight.
'Soda Mountain in the Moonlight.'
And on the back, he's written, "Yeah, yeah yeah."
"Yeah yeah. Yeah."
What do you make of that? What do you think?

He's going to work a deal in heaven.

I want to climb up Soda Mountain.
I want to live on the Soda Mountain.
One day you will see me.
I will wave to you.
I will wave to you.

I'll build a life on Soda Mountain.
I'll take a wife from Soda Mountain.
She will love me.
She will love me.

People are strange on Soda Mountain.
The stories change on Soda Mountain.
Shall I tell one to you?
Concerning Mr Broady and his soot-black companions,
how they shoveled on the coal,
how they set the whistle screaming.
They were falling down the mountain on Soda Mountain.
They were falling down the mountain,
making up the time
spent.

When they found me in the wreck
my hand was on the throttle.
I'd died inside the steam.
Whilst stolen by a scheme.
Well, I died inside the rain on Soda Mountain.
I had died inside the rain on Soda Mountain.

All you ladies take warning
and be good unto your man
lest he's lost unto that mountain
and he will wave to you.
He will wave to you.
He will wave to you from Soda Mountain.

Writers: Boon - Dowdall - Mehlman - Moliné - Thomas
© 2014 Fire Songs, under license from Ubu Projex
Lyrics by David Thomas


French Translations

Visions de la Lune (translation by Camille Dontsurf)
Je vis sur la lune
Je vis dans une boîte sur la lune
Mes amis me regardent d'en bas au loin
Nous rêvons
Nous rêvons
A des kilomètres.

Le soleil ne se couche jamais
La lune ne se lève jamais
A des kilomètres
Je vis sur une lune
Je vis dans une maison
dans laquelle j'erre.

Oh, je crains
que le jour vienne
de très loin.
Mon monde, dis-je
C'est mon monde, dis-je
A des kilomètres.

Où va t'il ?
Où va t'il ?
Je vis sur la lune
Je vis dans une boîte sur la lune
Mes amis me regardent
d'en bas au loin.

Nous rêvons
Nous rêvons
A des kilomètres
A des kilomètres.


La Route vers l'Utah (translation by Dontsurf Family and Facebook community
Je suis la lune
Je conduis sous la mer
La fiction m’avale
Je dis « Me voilà »
La mer n’est plus là
La marée m’emporte
M’emporte

J’entends 15 singes avec des yeux de carnaval
Ma tête est pleine d’espions
Rien à prouver
Rien à choisir
Alors je suis les indices
Je suis les indices

L’obscurité est une fiction qui m’avale
Je dis « Me voilà mais la mer n’est plus là »
C’est une marée imaginée qui m’emporte
Je n’ai rien à prouver et rien à choisir
J’ai un texte mal écrit et je suis des signes 
J’entends 15 singes et j’ai envie de crier
« C’est un roman de gare avec un coup de théâtre Fortéen »
Je dis « Hey ! »

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