Pennsylvania (1998)

Woolie Bullie
There's a diner out on Route 322 in western Pennsylvania.
I spent my life there one afternoon.
I can't get that stretch of road out of my head.
I hear it when I'm taking a shower, reading the paper.
I'd look up and see it across the valley.
They tore down the Starlighter, down at the end of the road,
and built a big Day's Inn that blocks the view.
I know that road's still there.
I can feel it wherever I go, whatever I'm doing,
and it knows that I'm still here.
And it's waiting.

We are abandoned.
Liars own the words.
All the pictures in all the museums in the world are just a shell and pea game
played by the clever people to bilk the rubes.
Reality is defined by the needs of the media.
History is rewritten faster than it can happen.
Culture is a weapon that's used against us.
Culture is a swampland of superstition, ignorance and abuse.
Geography is a language they can't screw up.
The land and what we add to it cannot lie.
It's also like a mirror.
Reflected, we see ourselves or we choose to turn away.
Watch it now.
Watch it.

Down by the river, I shot my baby.
By the rivers of Babylon,
I wept when I remembered you, oh Zion.
Take me to the river.
Wash me in the water.
Watch me now.
Watch me.

Writers: Herman - Jones - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©1998 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Highwaterville
Between Vegas and Los Angeles,
the world and his brother, too,
they're down on their knees, howling at the moon.

Between Hell and Highwaterville,
somebody's calling something, saying,
"You want but you never will."

Between Here and Somewhere Far,
there's a person you know,
floating face down at the bottom of a jar.

Where you going?

Writers: Herman - Jones - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©1998 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



SAD.TXT
One day, I will be your man.
One day, I will be the best that you can do.
Time will catch up to you.
Like it caught me, too.

Frozen, broken by light in two.
My, how my world slows to a stop each night without you.
One day, will you unfreeze my life.
Where it is stuck to you, where I am froze?

Writers: Herman - Jones - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©1998 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Urban Lifestyle
Somewhere out there, the bars are open.
Somewhere out there, the night is calling.
Somewhere out there, good times are rolling.

And it's summer in the streets.

Somewhere out there, the stars are on fire.
Somewhere out there, rats are in motion.
Somewhere out there, people are laughing.

Somewhere out there, the dogs are all barking.
Somewhere out there, there's blind people parking.
Somewhere out there, the beer it is flowing.

Writers: Herman - Jones - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©1998 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Silent Spring
Follow me into town.
You don't know where we're going.
That's where we're going.

Follow me as far as this.
That's all you need to know.
That's where we're going.

Writers: Herman - Jones - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©1998 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Muddy Waters
After they've taken everything that we might have owned,
after they've stolen the thing that we have loved,
it's then they say, "It's just not enough."

Like Muddy Waters to a recalcitrant guitar player,
with a hand like a fist, pins him to the wall,
looks him in the eye, says, "Boy, you must go."

Fire is like a mirror.
We were standing there, rocking on our heels,
watching the heart of the flames.

Smoke is like a door.
Through it, you never come back to me.
I was standing on the outside inside, looking out,
and I was seeing someone that's too far away.

I was standing on the inside looking out,
looking at the outside and I was asking myself,
"Why do I delay any longer tjhan this?"

Writers: Herman - Jones - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©1998 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Drive
Drive to the sun
past the brittle bones of a moon-like world.
It's a big country and a sun-scarred land.
And the wind howls through a winter of lies.

It's a long way back
down a road that everybody knows.
It's empty now but my eyes are framed in the rear view.
Does the desperation show?

"Drive to the sun," he said;
through a look that looks from far away.
We've trailed our dreams behind us for days
like paper shredded by the force of our passing.

It's a lonely road
when tomorrow has got no home in yesterday.
All the day goes rushing west.
The thing's so near words catch in my throat and I can't explain.

East is east but West is best.
Your golden arms I fear to test.

I know a road they say is the loneliest highway in the world.
Have you seen it?
It's as relentless as the arrow of time
and it's just as unforgiving.

"Drive to the sun," he said. "Into the vanishing point."
Cross a dry sea bed of cobalt blue.
A tin can rusted.
Salt-encrusted lips. We face a mirror.

We will never know what it was
that has been lost from here.
We will never know.
All we can know is what we have lost instead, you and I.

"Drive to the sun," he said,
as yet another ghost town casino forms through the shimmering heat.
Think of all that existential claptrap
that litters the days of our lives.

Writers: Herman - Jones - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©1998 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Indiangiver
It oughta be a crime. Don't reckon it is.
I think it's a sin. I'm pretty sure.
To promise your love and then to take it back again,
"Man, what man are you?"

Writers: Herman - Jones - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©1998 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Monday Morning
In the hard-edged town,
the form that the light takes
is like a trickle down.
Some things it can filter out.
Softens the faces of the angry men
who still walk around
in the harvest night of a suitcase town.

I fear the pace of change.
I fear the face of change.
Something in the air tastes of strange enough.
Everybody must go.
Everybody must swear an oath to leave.
I heard it on the radio.
That's how I know.

I heard it on the radio.

Writers: Herman - Jones - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©1998 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Perfume
We pulled off the highway.
Drove down Main Street
Found a one-pump
where we gassed and asked where the food was,
like we knew we'd been expected all along.

Lawyer had an office on the 2nd floor.
Reached it from the outside, up the stairs,
side of the wall.
Just past there I looked down the street.
and the town disappeared into high plains.

I knew that somewhere out there's
a valley is filled with frozen clouds
Dust hangs in the air like it is perfume
and no one is waiting.
Does someone there know me?

I meant to write down the name of the town.
I don't remember the highway we took to get to it,
or where we went after. I do remember
the frozen quality of the hours we stayed there.
I remember the waitress and what Tom had to eat.

I remember the faces of the other customers
like they was my own family.
I remember that just over the horizon there was a valley
filled with frozen clouds
where dust hangs in the air like perfume.

Writers: Herman - Jones - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©1998 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Fly's Eye
Maybe it's in the moonlight.
Maybe it's in the headlights.
The driver of the car's still your Man in the Moon.
The guy at his side was your brother Bill.
They was howling at the world from the top of the hill.

Tonight, I can them in your eyes
like I saw it in a dream.
Baby, you better come inside.
The driver of the car's still the Man in the Moon.
The guy at his side is your brother Bill.

They was howling at the world in a fly's eye.

In the halo of the evening,
where the kitchen meets the nighttime.
At the screen, who is it standing there?
Hey baby, you're letting all the bugs in.

Writers: Herman - Jones - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©1998 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Wheelhouse
Have you ever felt like a one-horse town has come your way,
come to stay?

In a wheelhouse, big gears are grinding.

Have you ever crossed a threshing room floor,
when the dust hangs in the air?
Have you ever thought that you might be the clown,
when the light hangs in the dust?

In a center ring, across a hot floor,
no one knows who you used to be.
Or where you've been. Or what you've done.
Or the things that you've felt.

Big gears grind.

Writers: Herman - Jones - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©1998 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



My Name Is ...
My name is Ellipsis.

Writers: Herman - Jones - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©1998 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.

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