Why I Hate Women (2006)


Two Girls (One Bar).
In this bar the beer won't work on me.
In this bar beer don't work on me.
All the men that hang around they are prayin they are free.
All the women that hang around are lookin for a Bukowski.
But the rails have turned to rust,
and I see you laughin at the sea.
E pluribus unum, honey - the dust will set us free.
Is that fire in your eye?

On another night -
On another world -
In another planetary system -
I mighta been your lover.
I might've been your friend.
I might've been something in your life.
But the rails have turned to rust,
and I see you laughing at the sea
E pluribus unum, honey - the dust will set us free.
Is that fire in your eye?

Writers: Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.



Babylonian Warehouses.
(There is a house I know and it's called The Dust In My Eye, The Dust In My Eye.)

There is a town I know with a street that's weird - it's silent.
On a street I go is a house with the name The Dust In My Eye.
Last night I dreamt & it seemed so clear - you were there, you were there.
Last night I dreamt & it seemed so clear.
And I know that it's you.
So I hope that it's you.
I fear it's you, so I hope it's you.
And I know that it's you.
So I hope that it's you.
I fear it's you, so I hope it's you.

In the dusk of the day under old city walls I howl.
And I call for a light and I howl like it's lust - only the drunks are out.
And they know my name and they all like to say, We're glad that you're here.
We're glad that you're here.
And I know that it's you.
So I hope that it's you.
I fear it's you, so I hope it's you.
And I know that it's you.
So I hope that it's you.
I fear it's you, so I hope it's you.

Writers: Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.



Blue Velvet.
In my head is a white room where all the good things go.
A man with a bag walks into -
Leaves it on the floor and goes.
Goodbye, Mr Man.
See you again, see you again next Tuesday.
Lost luggage, broken keys, and an empty room -
I've got a job for life.
I got a job for life.
I got a job for life.
I am free.
I am free.
There is a shadow hangin over me.
It's dark and gray and blocks the sun,
and I think it's you.
The sun does not warm me.
The clean rain does not fall.

In my head is a white room where all the good things go.
A man with a bag walks in,
drops it on the floor and he goes.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Goodbye.

Writers: Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.



Caroleen.
Baby, oh Fire, light my life on fire.
Baby, oh Fire, light my life on fire.
That junk is oh so flammable.
That flame is not containable.
Baby on fire -
She is incendiarial.

And in the cool hours of the nite
she kisses me and it rips my head off.
You know her name,
it rhymes with gasoline.
Her perfume, I think it's turpenteen.
And I feel alive.
And I hope it's love.
Caroleen.

And in the dawn of the day,
when the sun sets the night on fire and it has burned away,
she looks at me with those eyes.
She looks at me with those eyes
and I say, "Honey, light it up!"
And I feel alive.
And I hope it's love.
Caroleen.

I love the way she smells,
the way her scent hangs on the morning dew.
She wakes my dreams up.
She shakes my dreams apart.
You know her name,
it rhymes with gasoline.
Her perfume, I think it's turpenteen.
And I feel alive.
And I hope it's love.
Caroleen.


Writers: Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.



Flames Over Nebraska.
I know a radio is playin somewhere.
I know cuz it must be so.
Or I'm thinkin too loud,
maybe drivin too hard?
It's a darkness that's drowning me.
I know what I know.
A teardrop is on the door,
and flies on the window -
Desk clerk is hopin I might disappear.
A voice in the room says, Nebraska is oh so near.

Neon abounds and it shows on my eye.
In the dark I hope it looks like flames.
Somebody says I have a flair with the truth.
That thought will comfort me.
I know what I know.
A teardrop is on the door,
and flies on the window -
Desk clerk is hopin I might disappear.
A voice in the room says, Nebraska is oh so here.

Out on the night I can feel the darkness as it folds in round me.
I feel the eyes of a thousand spies.
That thought sure does comfort me.
I know what I know.
A teardrop is on the door,
and flies on the window -
Desk clerk is hopin I might disappear.
A voice in the room said, Nebraska is oh so near.
I know what I know.
A teardrop is on the door,
and flies on the window -
Desk clerk is hopin I might disappear.
A voice in the room says, Nebraska is oh so here.

Writers: Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.



Love Song.
My eyes are growin tentacles for to grab you.
My eyes are growin hand grenades for to have you.
My eyes are growin tentacles for to grab you.
I live in a house without any windows.

My hands are growin spectacles for to grab you.
My hands are growin half the night for to have you.
My hands are growin spectacles for to grab you.
My hands are growin spectacles.
I live in a house without any windows.
I got a 40 watt bulb to light up my life.

My eyes are growin tentacles for to grab you.
My eyes are growin hand grenades for to have you.
My eyes are growin tentacles for to grab you.
My eyes are growin hand grenades.
I live in a house without any windows.
I got a 40 watt bulb to light up my life.

Writers: Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.



Mona.
I hope some people say, He's a wild one.
Anyway...
You know I'm a rolling stone.
You know I been born to be alone.
But I'm just happy to be me.
Mona, my Mona, she comes to me from Arizona.
Bombay, Talinn -
pretty places that I've never seen.
You know I been born to roam.
I grab my hat.
That's my home.
Mona loves Popeye.
Mona loves Popeye.
Mona loves Popeye, loves Popeye, loves Popeye.

Who knows the hearts of men?
I've heard it all, but then again...
You know I been born to run.
Mona, my Mona, she comes to me from Arizona.
I'm just happy to be me -
a cartoon sailor on a cartoon sea.
Mona loves Popeye.
Mona loves Popeye.
Mona loves Popeye, loves Popeye, loves Popeye.

I hope some people say, He's a wild one.
Anyway...
I hang my hat.
It's time to go.
Mona, my Mona, she comes to me from Arizona.
Mona, my Mona, she comes to me from Arizona.
I'm just happy to be me -
just a cartoon sailor on a cartoon sea.

Writers: Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.



My Boyfriend's Back.
I don't wanna know why I leave you if I love you.
I don't wanna know why I found you if I've lost you.
I don't wanna know why I lose you if I love you.
I don't wanna know why I've found you if leave you.
I don't wanna know why I lose you if I've lost you.
I don't wanna know why I love you.

Writers: Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.



Stolen Cadillac.
I gotta get out of this place else I swear my head will crack - crack!
I gotta get out of this place else I swear my head will crack.
What will you do for me?
Johnny Two-Toes says to Betty Groove.

I wait for the dawn but I fear the dawn will not come back.
I wait for the dawn but I fear the dawn will not come back.
What will you do for me?
What will you do?

There's something that's closin down on me feels like a hand grabbed round my throat.
There's something that's closin down on me feels like a hand grabbed round my throat.
What will you do for me?
Johnny Two-Toes says to Betty Groove.
What will you do?

I gotta get outa this town for I swear this town will be the death of me.
I gotta get outa this town for I swear this town will be the death of me.
What will you do for me?
Johnny Two-Toes says.
What will you do for me?

Writers: Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.



Synth Farm.
I see a cloud of dust & dogs.
I see a cloud of dust & dogs.
Postman drives a caddy,
a Cadillac -
a rusted out old landtug of a beast,
of a beast.
Beast.

There's ghosts in the barn.
They got their eye on me.
There's ghosts in the barn.
And I don't like what I hear,
in the silence.
And I don't like what I hear,
in the silence.

The moon is abuzz.
The moon is abuzz.
The moon is abuzz.
I'm comin home.
He's goin home (He's comin home).
He's comin home.
Talk is goin round - talk is cheap.
The talk is goin round - talk is cheap.
(He's comin home) (He's comin home).

The horns of the corn are gory in the sun.
The horns of the corn.
Is that blood I see?
Is that blood I see?
Is that blood I see?

"Honey, I'm a-goin forward,
and the future's reversin back."

I know a thing or two.
I know a thing or two.
I know a thing or two.

Writers: Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.



Texas Overture.
Wild flowers n gravel pit towers,
Pecan-smoke 2 meat barbecue.
Shotgun shack by the roadside,
Blacktop Texas is everything it will be.
Loop road tornadas, hand grown tomatas -
Post Office Lady, Flatonia Next Right.
Two horses noddin at a leafless tree,
waitin in vain to be taken from the rain.
Black Sky crow is walking on the road,
walking on the road.
Pine Forest Cablevision.
Apartment Now Leasin.
Pop-a-Top Beverage & Bait Barn.
Fireworks - Buy One Get Five Free.
Texas is the land of the free.

Kreuz's is the king on the Lockhart rail line -
Hall full of trestle tables,
Fat soaked butcher paper,
beans sauerkraut soda pop beer.
Rough paper hand towels in a roll on a stick sittin upright on every table in the joint.
Water fountain bags of chips german tata salad,
jalapenos in a brown bowl.
The fires in the pit have never been put out.
Old Texas lady slicin beef brisket,
faded floral print dress covered by an apron.
Is that enough? she says.
She knows.
No, I say, more please.
Butcher paper one knife no fork white bread -
Vegetarians Exit Now Please.
Texas is the land of the free.

No Teeth Barbecue, Rockdale, Texas -
Man in the window watches crop dusters next door.
If I lived in Hutto I'd nearly be home now.
Out among the farm roads,
headin for the county line,
lookin for the water towers, bringin in the sheaves -
Texas is the land of the free.

Thelma's in Houston is closed on Sunday.
Best catfish in all the state of Texas.
The meat's pulled from the pit at the stroke of noon.
Line grows long in a shack in an urban field sittin in the shadows of the chrome.
Man in a big hat born into a black suit says, Pass a menu if you would please.
One slab of ribs, one pound any Meat.
Whole chicken 1/2 chicken ham ribs links beef.
Green beans pinto beans tata salad cole slaw,
Okra dirty rice or yams.
2 slices white bread sealed in a ziplock.
Peach sweet potato apple/lemon chocolate butter pie,
Cheese peppers soda or tea.
Texas is the land of the free.

Salt Lick in Driftwood is no beer family style -
3 meat platter bowl of beans slaw tata salad,
Onions pickles two slices white bread Texas style.
Order in order out order online,
Order by mail fax toll free anytime.
The waitress is a middle age ex-hippie chick,
who's found her a life in a hill country family schtick.
Honey you will not leave eatin only that much.
Bottomless refills more meat more beans whole lotta slaw please.
Texas is the land of the free.

Writers: Mehlman - Moliné - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.

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