The Singles

30 Seconds Over Tokyo (1975)
Flew off early in the haze of dawn
in a metal dragon locked in time.
Skimming waves of an underground sea
in some kind of a dream world fantasy.

Sun a hot circle on a canopy.
'25 a racing blot on a bright green sea.
Ahead the dim blur of an alien land.
Time to give ourselves to strange gods' hands.

Dark flak spiders bursting in the sky
reaching twisted claws on every side.
No place to run. No place to hide.
No turning back on a suicide ride.

Toy city streets crawling through my sights
sprouting clumps of mushrooms like a world surreal.
This dream won't ever end
and time seems like it'll never begin.

30 seconds, and a one way ride.
30 seconds, and no place to hide.
30 seconds over Tokyo.

Writers: Laughner - O'Connor - Thomas.
©1975 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.



Heart Of Darkness (1975)
Maybe you see further than I can see.
Maybe things just look differently.
Maybe I'm nothing but a shadow on a wall.
Maybe love's a tomb where you dance at night.
Maybe sanctuary is electric light.

I get so tired it's like I'm another man
and everything I see seems so underhanded.
I don't see anything that I want.

Image, object, and illusion - go down to the corner
where none of the faces fit a human form
where nothing I see there isn't deformed
where in a secret lab works a Doctor Moreau
and no private eye's gotta tell me it's a long goodbye.

I get so tired it's like I'm another man
and everything I see seems so underhanded.
I don't see anything that I want.

I'm looking into the heart of darkness.

Writers: Herman - Krauss - Laughner - Thomas - Wright.
©1975 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.



Final Solution (1976)
The girls won't touch me cause I got a misdirection
and living at night isn't helping my complexion.
The signs all say it's a social infection.
A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection.

Mom threw me out til I get some pants that fit.
She just don't approve of my strange kind of wit.
I get so excited I always gotta lose it
then they pack me off and make me take the cure.

I don't need a cure.
I need a final solution.

Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction.
Guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction.
It seems I'm the victim of a natural selection
or maybe just a slide in another direction.

I don't need a cure.
I need a final solution.

Writers: Bell - Herman - Krauss - Laughner - Taylor - Thomas - Wright.
©1976 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.



Cloud 149 (1976)
Here she comes.
She's okay.
I can tell that she's okay.
And just as she walks by...

Be alright.
Set her up.
Just like some church.
Don't ask me how.

Here she comes.
It feels like heaven.
There she goes.
It's such a problem.

Oh. Oh, oh.
Cloud.
One-Four-Nine.
Ah, bye-bye 149.

Writers: Herman - Krauss - Laughner - Taylor - Thomas - Wright.
©1976 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.



My Dark Ages (I Don't Get Around) (1976)
In the dark I get so confused.
I fall in love like I fall from grace.
I wander round, wonder where I went.
I wander round through the blank spaces
the empty places.

I don't get around and I don't fall in love.

I need a car that can get me around
at night in the city where the air can shine.
We'll drive around
and, oh, we'll fall in love.
Things will be alright.

I don't get around and I don't fall in love... much.

Writers: Herman - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1976 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.



Heaven (1977)
Here she comes walking with that solar beat.
The sun does funny things. It's like some prankster's cheat.
I could swear the city's like a magic beach.
Against the curb I can hear those street waves beat.

Come on darlin'
it feels like heaven.
It's such a problem.

Mid-summer's night on a magic beach.
The dreams that come to me they don't look out of reach.
In the mirror I can see the other face
and if I sleep tonight I'll wake up in some other place.

Come on darlin'
it feels like heaven.
It's such a problem.

Writers: Herman - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1977 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.


Not Happy (1980)
Can't we be happy?
Can't we be happy like the swimming turtles?
Can't we be happy like the bumble bees on the River Tees?
When they buzz they buzz in harmonies.
Can't we be happy like them?

I am happy when you are happy
and you are happy when I am happy
so let's be happy.

Can't we be happy?
Can't we be happy like the tiny mice?
Can't we be happy like the oddball birds of South America?
The oddball birds of South America are happy.
Can't we be happy like them?

I am happy when you are happy
and you are happy when I am happy
so let's be happy.

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.



Lonesome Cowboy Dave (1980)
My name is David
and I've got a hat the size of Oklahoma.
I've got shoes that look like Florida.
I've got a coat that is like California.
I've got spurs on my feet.

Whoopie-ti-yi-yah.
I guess I'm just a lonesome cowboy guy.

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.



Wasteland (2000)
All these things are made to take away.
Where my heart resides they have laid to waste.
Now they fill the time with hollow trash.
I hear a ticking bomb, I'm glad you asked.
I'm alive.

Way past Mars there's a world of fools
and it seems to me they been runnin out of rules.
They spend their days workin' out alibis.
Me, I'm blinded by a single ray of light.
I'm alive.

I'm smokin' cigarettes and drinkin rye
just to be feelin' human in the shattered night.
I was born waiting for the lights to change.
I'm here heading into the rain.
I'm alive.

Honey, let's you and me get drunk and drive real fast.

Writers: Thomas - Mehlman - Herman - Jones - Wheeler.
©2000 Fire Songs under license from Ubu Projex
Lyrics by David Thomas.

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