St Arkansas (2002)

The Fevered Dream of Hernando DeSoto
In the midday sun, Saint Arkansas.
The mighty road, US 49, wrote 'Not Fade Away.'

In the cool of the shade of Helena Bridge,
how do you know?
Why do you tease Lula so,
DeSoto?

de soto voce:
I don't want to know why I need you if I love you.
I don't want to know why I've lost you if I love you.
I don't want to know why I miss you if I love you.
I don't want to know why I found you if I love you.

In the withered heart of the modern man,
is there no hope to find that some things are worthy?

Worthy, holy or true?

Writers: Herman - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2002 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Slow Walking Daddy
I wear a suit and, honey, I wear a tie.
I'm gonna look good each and every day I say goodbye.
I love that highway, US 322.

Six miles south of Meadville, all bare cinderblocks,
sitting there is Moose Lodge 2505.
And outside there's a sign that says,
'Good Cod Dinner, Fridays, $5.95'
'Good Steakeye Dinner, Saturdays, $5.95'
It says, Welcome, you are welcome...

...to the crazy green of the midsummer nowhere.
Mr In-Between is showing up fair, four-square.
I love that highway, US 322.

I saw stars in strange constellations,
trapped inside the blackness of neverending night,
seen through the pearly luminescence of shatterproof glass,
framed by the wrong side of green velour
and maybe it felt like home.
Maybe for just a little while.

I love that road, I love the way it yields to me.
It sorta breathes and whispers out my name. That's how it feels.
I love that highway, US 322.

Writers: Herman - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2002 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Michele
I am an eraser.
The sheet is nearly white.
Something still nags at me.
It's a smear of graphite.
I think it might be you
or something you said.

I am an eraser.
I will rewrite and recast.
Nothing can haunt the future of my fabulous past.

My baby done told me.
I have been informed.
Nothing would hurt me if I had never been born.

I am an eraser.
My mind is a blank.
I wish I could recall the one I must thank.

Writers: Herman - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2002 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



333
I don't care what people say.
TV says it's gonna be the way.
I guess they oughta know.

Make a man a boy, fish or fool.
Info Babe is gonna play it cool, oh my!
My home is on the moon.

I'm just passing through this town.
Busted pier with a gang of clowns.
I guess they like the view.

The sun comes up. An open can of beans.
I gotta say just what it means, I know.
My home is on the moon.

Any day now hope will come to me.

Born to cry when I gotta laugh.
I'm shooting fish in a pearly bath.
They think I'm keeping score.

Sky is up. The sea is glue.
I gotta notion that will stick to you.
My home is on the moon.

Writers: Herman - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2002 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Hell
Mercy, mercy me.
I'm in hell,
or so it seems.

My eyes are dim.
I cannot see.
It feels like the earth has been raised up
just to swallow in on me.

Water my earth with no tears.
Tell passersby just to kick the dust around.
It's in hell that I am bound.

Writers: Herman - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2002 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Lisbon
At Nervous Charlie's Fireworks & Beer,
my baby told me she will not drink whiskey.
Its dark liquid flame does not appeal to her.
I have been informed.
She will not be warmed.

In Lisbon, it seems,
there was a carful of dreams.
All of them nameless.
Some of them shameless.

My baby done told me she does not feel frisky.
I have been informed.
She will not be warmed
by dark liquid eyes,
which do not appeal to her.

Writers: Herman - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2002 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Steve
Au clare de lune,
a monstrous spittoon
hangs in the air,
while time moves slowly,
and chases each moment,
each shaped discretely,
each one a bead.
So many beads on the string that binds me to you.

My brother Danny
works in a zoo.
He travels there daily
for something to do
and chases each moment,
each shaped discretely,
each one a bead.
So many beads on the string that binds me.

Time began to move so slow.
I could see each moment like it was a bead.

She used to say, "Dear,
"Talk to me, please."
But I'd say to her,
"My mind is a bank."
So many pearls to keep.
She said,
"Cut the crap, honey, that binds me,
"That binds me to you."

Writers: Herman - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2002 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Phone Home Jonah
I lost my will by the side of the road
when it flew out the window like a bird before the rain.
Up on Crystal Hill, I will be crawling around
in the dust, on my belly, when the sun goes down, saying,

"Memory of you is like the mist on a river.
"Like the hard luck story of an indian giver.
"It follows me around just to dog my trail, saying,
"How much longer can you stand to fail?"

How hard are you?

I thought I could run. I thought I could hide.
I thought I mighta hitched one helluva ride.
I will phone home, Jonah, from the belly of the whale, saying,
"Hang on, buddy, I shoulda knowed!"

Writers: Herman - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2002 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Where's The Truth
Take my heart. Take my hand.
Take my whole world.
I cannot help it if I fall in love.
Some things are not meant to be.

Like that river flows,
it flows into the sea.
So that river goes
and some things are not meant to be.

Writers: Herman - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2002 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Dark
Oh, my friends don't understand me
and my wife begins to fear
that I've lost some sense of balance
and I've lost the will to live.

And the radio, AM radio,
oh, the radio will set you free.

And I drive into the wilderness.
And I drive to fill a sense of purpose.
And I drive to find a perfect world
where I hope to build a house.

And I drive because I do what I want.
And I drive because I was born to drive.
And I drive because every ghost town rising in the dust
feels like a home to me.

And I drive to close an open wound.
And I drive just to be alone.
And I drive to hear Tom Dooley swearing to his faith
that must be nearly gone.

And I drive to find a river's edge.
And I drive to hear a woman crying.
And I drive because I want to.
I agree to pay the price.

And I drive to feed the ring of fire.
And I drive to be a one who knows.
And I drive to hear a worried man
recount the things he always wanted to be.

And I drive because the angels fly.
And I drive because I fear the coming of the night,
the fearsome night.
I agreed to pay the price.

Writers: Herman - Mehlman - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2002 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.

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