The Tenement Year (1988)

Something's Gotta Give.
You gotta feel sorry for The Guy. Oh! No reason. Just brother feelin'.
You gotta feel sorry for The Guy. No reason but brother feelin'.
A man in the rain hat had to have his say, Live and let live.
The old man watches the water rise.
Man! Everybody knows something's gotta give.
Something's gotta give.
And when it goes it starts rollin' out of everywhere. Through floorboards. Cracks in walls. Oozin' down the chimney. Halls. A real Son of Blob job!
Welcome to our town.
People swept along. People swept along and how? With goats. Cats. Dogs and hats. Oozin' down the chimney backs! A real Son of Blob job.

The man in the rain hat had to have his say, Live and let live.
The old man watches the water rise.
Man! Everybody knows something's gotta give.
Something's gotta give.

Something's gotta give.
Nations rise and fall. Dentist appointments forgotten by great and small. Mighty or humble. Wise man or fool. Rivulet or Old Man River Flaps flippin' out of slots every which-a-way. And when it goes it starts rollin' out of everywhere.

The man in the rain hat had to have his say, Live and let live.
The old man watches the water rise.
Man! Everybody knows something's gotta give.
Something's gotta give.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1988 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



George Had A Hat.
George had a hat but it wasn't where it wasn't at.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1988 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Talk To Me.
Talk to me. Talk to me. Talk to me. Yeah! Talk to me.

Talk to me. Talk to me. Talk to me. Yeah! Talk to me.

Bears are best. Bears are best.
Bears are best at the zoo.
Penguins will wander round like penguins will always do.
Water pig is ugly as an old stick! An old stick.
Good ole fella! Good ole pal!
Ugly as a stick though.

Talk to me. Talk to me. Talk to me. Yeah! Talk to me.

Talk to me. Talk to me. Talk to me. Yeah! Talk to me.

The zoo like so many things that men do. That men do. Fails to satisfy the needs of living things like them or even you.
You might find that we walk the streets. Walk the streets of a sad and lonely town.

Talk to me. Talk to me. Talk to me. Yeah! Talk to me.

Oh dear! Oh darling child! Don't you sob and don't you cry.
if tears was enough then it's tears that we'd always cry.
The tears make a flood. The blood is a hurricane.
Everyday like off to work men carry on the same.

Talk to me. Talk to me. Talk to me. Yeah! Talk to me.

Talk to me. Talk to me. Talk to me. Talk to me.
Talk to me. Talk to me. Talk to me. Talk to me.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1988 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Busman's Honeymoon.
I think about old friends of mine.
One day they're walkin' on their hands.
One day they're crawlin' in the streets afraid of a strange free wide open land.
Ho! For the times they are calling.
Ho! For the times they says, Go go go gone!
Always in love. And always alone.
Always a line for that long walkin' home.

Last night I saw them old friends of mine makin' most outrageous sort of claims.
Burnin' all the books. Rockin' on their heels. Watchin' awhile the heart of the flames.
Ho! For the times they are calling.
Ho! For the times they says, Go go go gone!
Always in love. And always alone.
Always in line for that long walkin' home.

I see they've been talking to you.
Had to be a matter of just time.
What starts with you glad to be runnin' some errand slides with time to be walkin' the line.
Ho! For the times they are calling.
Ho! For the times they says, Go go go gone!
Always in love. And always alone.
Always in line for that long walkin' home.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1988 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Say Goodbye.
The day recedes. It slides across some boards.
Had some wings. Had some dusty tides rollin' across the floor.
What a strange debris left on a foreign shore!
Who knows how it goes to go walkin' out of that door?
Say goodbye! How hard I try. Say goodbye! How hard I try.

Some air to breathe. There's no one half so sure as a drowning man who knows he's coming on up for more.
"Gimme worth! Gimme words!" Well! I heard a man did pray.
I've never known a fear like it. Nothing left to say.
Say goodbye! How hard I try. Say goodbye! How hard I try.

How can I leave you when you won't go away?
To get caught in the middle. Neither night. Neither day.
Well! I feel so broke up and it's harder to be sure when the whole wide world's slowly rollin' out of that door.
Say goodbye! How hard I try. Say goodbye! How hard I try.

How can I leave you when you won't go away?
Am I a mule or a goat? Or it's my heart that's bound to stay.
Why! I might be the barricuda's nearest next of kin.
Oh man! Here it comes. They say it's comin' on round again.
Say goodbye! How hard I try. Say goodbye! How hard I try.
Say goodbye! How hard I try. Say goodbye! How hard I try.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1988 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Universal Vibration.
Did you see that? Did you see that?
Did you see that? Did you see that?
The driver's a dog. The dog had a hat.
The hat had a flat. Made it look like a rat.
The rat was on fire.
I don't wanna know why.
I don't want to know why.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1988 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Miss You.
It had a hard day's night. It had a harvest moon.
It had a breeze like a lover's hand.
It couldn't come too soon.
A-ha hey! You better.
Take it awhile. Awhile to be there.
Take it awhile. Awhile to be there.

I heard an old man cry like a tortured land where to play through the scene was more than he could stand.
Yeah! You better.
Take it awhile. Awhile to be there.
Take it awhile. Awhile to be there.

It was a long walk home. Oh! To come to you.
Through the heat of a rising land I saw a writhing moon.
A-hey!
Take it awhile. Awhile to be there.
Take it awhile. Awhile to be there.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1988 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Dream The Moon.
Somewhere down a road from here. Gonna make a deal with you.
Somewhere down a road from here. Tell me it won't seem like a honeymoon.
Dreamin' dreams. Schemin' schemes.
Do what seems an easy thing.

Think of all the houses. Gaze across the roofs of a tenement year.
Think of all the places. See the harvest moon rise so big and near.
Dreamin' dreams. Schemin' schemes.
Do what seems a easy thing.

What the mice in the subway know people in the streets can barely see.
Quite sublime in a dusty clime 'til the next subway train comes screamin' down the line.

Dreamin' dreams. Schemin' schemes.
Do what seems a easy thing.

Take a look around my face. Take away the years that have come and gone.
Take a look around my face. Just another year to be hanging on, you say.
Dreamin' dreams. Schemin' schemes.
Do what seems a easy thing.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1988 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Rhythm King.
There's a great moon-faced fact. A great a-moon-faced fact.
There's a great a-moon-faced fact. A great moon-faced fact.

Old man, don't sleep too long. Old man, don't sleep too long.
There's a great moon-faced fact. The river's got away and it won't go back.
That's a great moon-faced fact. The river's got away and it won't go back.
Then it's time to depart. In the court of the Rhythm King.
My broken heart.
Promise him anything. Woe betide.
The Lonely Highway.
The old man cried.

There's a great moon-faced fact. Another great a-moon-faced fact.
There's a great moon-faced fact. There's a great moon-faced fact.

There's a man gone by. Turnin' on his head.
Hangin' by a coat he was heard to say.
There's a man gone by. Turnin' on ahead.
Hangin' by a coat he was heard to say.
There's a great moon-faced fact. It busted out the back like a paper sack.
There's a great moon-faced fact. It busted out the back like a paper sack.
Then it's time to depart. In the court of the Rhythm King.
My broken heart.
Promise him anything. Woe betide.
The Lonely Highway.
The old man cried.

I'm a great moon-faced fact. Another great moon-faced fact.
I'm a great moon-faced fact. I'm a great moon-faced fact.
Old man wait too long nothing be there but the pot gone black.
Old man! Don't wait too long. Nothing be there but the pot gone black.
There's a great moon-faced fact. Another night's pourin' out from a smokin' stack.
There's a great moon-faced fact. Another night's pourin' out from a smokin' stack.
Then it's time to depart. In the court of the Rhythm King.
My broken heart.
Promise him anything. Woe betide.
The Lonely Highway.
The old man cried.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1988 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



The Hollow Earth.
If the sun won't arrive in the morning. And the moon won't arrive in the evening too.
Then we start to get a kind of picture of how it would be to, baby, to live without you.
There's a hole in the bucket. There's a rock in my shoe.
I'm working up a set of notions of how it would be to, baby, to live without you.
Warning! Warning! Here we have the deep water.
Danger! Strange Feelings. Danger! Strange Feelings.

Five o'clock in the morning and there's something happening here.
Why! I finally get a kind of picture.
The point is coming through. Clouds of mystery clear.
I drop down a hole. I find a hollow earth.
I wake up in a land of extremes to find the worst that could be.
That everything would be just what it seems.
Warning! Warning! Here we have the deep water.
Danger! Strange Feelings.

If the sun won't arrive in the morning and the moon won't arrive in the evening too.
Then we start to get a kind of picture.
The light is coming through. Clouds of mystery clear.
I drop down a hole. I find a hollow earth.
I wake up in a land of extremes to find the worst that could be.
That everything would be just what it seems.
Warning! Warning! There we have the deep water.
Danger! Strange Feelings.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1988 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



We Have The Technology.
I wish we could take this moment and freeze it.
To come back again and again and again.
To hold it to the light.
To turn it in our hands to study all the angles.
To find out how and why it's gotta go the way that it goes.

We have the technology not available before.
We have the technology.
But thinkers and poets of the past Oh no!
They had to leap into the dark so blindly whereas we stand free and upright like men in the day's golden light.
Linked with our machines our eyes are beaming.
It won't matter at all how weird things are seeming.

We have the technology not available before.
We have the technology.

We need the means to dig deeper.
To search below the surface appearance of things to worlds never dreamed of!
What a wonderful life if darlin that moment might be found wherein we come unstuck completely.
Flap A from Slot B slappin in the wind.

We have the technology not available before.
We have the technology.

Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1988 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Postman Drove A Caddy.
I know it seemed like a good idea at the time.
But darling! I knew there was trouble bound to come.

The postman drove a Caddy.
A sunburnt green rusted out land tug of a car.
It was seen to race across the ridge trailin' clouds of dust and dogs.
I knew there was trouble bound to come.

Now I saw the fact. The driver was a dog.
The dog had a hat. The hat had a flat.
It looked like a rat. The rat was on fire.
Somehow I knew there was trouble bound to come.

Now that fire attracted the eye of a neighbor who turning away shook his head as he was heard to say, I don't wanna know why.
Which confused the pig.
That ate the mailbox.
That contained the letter that was lost by the post office for 40 years happenin' to have been written by Albert Einstein.
Ha!
Somehow I knew there was trouble bound to come.

Now in his declining years he had divined a device from common household items which by harnessing hitherto unknown forces in the universe could put a chicken in every pot and make it so that everyone could live a long long time without any trouble at all.
And in the process savin mankind from certain self-destruction and enabling him to keep going more places forever.
Mmmm! I knew there was trouble bound to come.

Now understand that whether or not this device would actually work was a matter of absolute conjecture seeing as how Mr Einstein had buried the only plans and working model in a hole in the ground.
I knew there was trouble bound to come.

It had seemed like a good idea at the time was in fact what the letter did say.
And would the recipient a Mr Tesla please go out and dig it up right away?
But not to worry cuz even if this self-same letter was to be lost in the post you couldn't miss the two-foot high Martian standing there who promised to wait and not even budge for 40 years if he had to but then he really had to get going.
And by the way take him a couple apples or something because he really likes fruit.
Sincerely yours, Albert Einstein.

Somehow I knew there was trouble bound to come.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1988 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



The B-Side.
Now is everybody ready?
I'm off to get that head flap / fly wheel.
Sip Number One.
Ah! There's nothing like a cold snow horn / dish wave.
Here comes Sip Number Two.

Four. Three. Two. One. Ho!
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1988 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.

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