Pere Ubu Lyrics
Cloudland
(1989)



Breath

Dog day afternoon
By the sea
I think about you
I wonder what to do
Sorrow's hanging over me.

Let me walk with you because it's breaking my heart
The things that we had
The good and the bad
Now it's parking lots.

Don't let's talk about tomorrow
Standing at the edge of sorrow
Let's watch the whole world going slow
Let's watch the whole world going.

I know my way round town
Used to live around here
I know the sites to see
The things they mean to me
and how we tore it down.

Let me walk with you
because it's breaking my heart
The things that we had
The good and the bad
it's all parking lots.

Don't let's talk about tomorrow
Standing at the edge of sorrow
Let's watch the whole world going slow
Let's watch the whole world going.

It was a dream
No but it was a tin can
Not a dream
It was a tin can.

Had I not kicked that
Had it clattered
in the gutter
when it bounced on the sidewalk
Had I not.

Don't let's talk about tomorrow
Standing at the edge of sorrow
Let's watch the whole world going slow
Let's watch the whole world going.

Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex.


Race The Sun

I don't know what you're waiting for. Mary is out the door.
Why would I lie? Why would I lie?
Through the dust and the fading light shall I tell you what I spy?

Mississippi-Southern owns the train but I know it's got another name.
Why would I lie? Why would I lie?
It's a race to the edge of the night.
Hmmm! Great Sorrow's got you in its lights.

Run, run! Try to catch the sun.
Don't be slack. Great Sorrow is on the tracks.
Run, run! Try to catch the sun.
Don't look back. Great Sorrow is on the track.

I don't know what you're waiting for. Mary is out the door.
Why would I lie? Why would I lie?
When it calls from the edge of the night shall I tell you what I spy?
Run, run! Try to catch the sun.
Don't be slack. Great Sorrow is on the track.
Run, run! Try to catch the sun.
Don't look back. Great Sorrow is on your track.
I don't know what you call that train. Gone, buddy, that's the name.
Gone. Gone. Gone.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Cry

Cry one time for the Man in the Moon
Cry for the Old Man and the Sea
Cry once for hope
then cry once for us
and the way things turned out to be.

Cry for tomorrow
Cry for today
Cry for the lives
that we've frittered away.

Cry one time for the harvester's plight
Cry for the old man on his knees
Cry once for all
then cry for the dawn
of the day neither one of us wanted to see.

Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex.


Why Go It Alone?

I never know what to say to you.
But if tears were words, and pigs could fly, darlin', I'd know.
Darlin! I know.
I try to speak and the waves roll in.
I'm like to drown when the waves roll in.
I'm not all there when the waves roll in.
Another night when the waves roll in.

A couple times last week I tried hard to speak.
A couple times a week I might know how to speak.
I never know what to say to you.
But if tears were words, and pigs could fly, darlin', I'd know.
Darlin! I'd know.
I try to speak and the waves roll in.
I'm like to drown when the waves roll in.
I'm not all there when the waves roll in.
Another night when the waves roll in.

I never know what to say to you.
But if tears were words, and pigs could fly, darlin', I know.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Waiting For Mary

Welcome to Mars
It's open all hours
Bill's in the back
Fred's on the phone saying
What are we doing here?
You are never alone in the Twilight Zone
What are we doing here?

Waiting. For. Mary.
Waiting. For. Mary.
Waiting. For. Mary.
Oh.

I oughta know but my memory is going
What are we doing here?
As bad as it seems maybe we're dreaming
What are we doing here?
Don't mind the stares we've paid for these chairs
and keep up that smile
it might be awhile.

Oh
I wonder why she can't be
on time
ever.

What do you know
It had to be snowing
What are we doing here?
I'm down on my knees
I'm begging you please
What are we doing here?
What are we doing here?

What do you see?
It had to be me
What are we doing here?
One at a time
Or all in a line
What are we doing here?
Waiting. For. Mary.

Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex.


Ice Cream Truck

Here it comes. Here it comes.
Here it comes again.
Here it comes. The ice cream truck.
People flyin' out the doors runnin' up the street.
They really love their music.
Man! It's just my luck.
Baby! Baby! Baby! Come here quick.
The melody's about to make me sick.
Baby! Baby! Baby! Shut that door.
I don't think I can stand anymore.

There's too much music in the land.
You hear it everywhere.
Everybody's in a band! Can't get enough of it.
Brother Jimmy. Cousin Ray.
Mom and Dad on bass and drums.
Someone here's just gotta quit.
Baby! Baby! Baby! Come here quick.
The melody's about to make me sick.
Baby! Baby! Baby! Shut that door.
I don't think I can stand anymore.

It's not the sugar.
It's not the sticky sludge.
People wanna eat that stuff I don't hold a grudge.
It's that music. There's too much of it.
I wish someone had the guts to quit.

Baby! Baby! Baby! Come here quick.
The melody's about to make me sick.
Baby! Baby! Baby! Shut that door.
I don't think I can stand anymore.

There's too much music in the land.
You hear it everywhere.
Everybody's in a band! They can't get enough of it.
Brother Jimmy. Cousin Ray.
Mom and Dad on bass and drums.
They just can't help it.
Baby! Baby! Baby! Come here quick.
The melody's about to make me sick.
Baby! Baby! Baby! Shut that door.
I don't think I can stand anymore.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Bus Called Happiness

One day I will say
I woke up to find a heap of a mess
Running for the bus I cry
Hold that bus called Happiness.

Why am I so slow?
If I only knew
Say it isn't so
I wonder what I'd want without you.

Through the back window
I thought I saw the color of her dress
Which way does it go?
Buddy that's the bus they call Happiness.

Why am I so slow?
If I only knew
Say it isn't so
I wonder what I'd want without you.

Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex.


Monday Night

Monday night I had a vision or two
I saw life going on without you
I fell on my knees
Scrubbed down the floor
Looked out the door
I said Baby baby please!

Monday night I had a vision or two
I wondered what I'd want without you
I fell on my knees
Scrubbed down the floor
rLooked out the door
I said Baby baby please!

Monday night I had a mission to do
I took a look at my life without you
Fell on my knees
Scrubbed down the floor
Looked out the door
I said Baby baby please!

Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex.


Love Love Love

I had a plan ready
It called for common sense
How on earth it ever failed?
I want the evidence.

I can't believe that I I can't believe it
I can't believe that I can't believe it.

And so she cried
Had to be coincidence
How will I ever know?
I want a second chance.

I can't believe that I I can't believe it
I can't believe that I can't believe it.

Was that a swinging door?
Who let all the bugs in?
How can a person think?
Back to the top again.

I can't believe that I I can't believe it
I can't believe that I can't believe it.


Writers: Herman - Krauss - Laughner - Taylor - Thomas - Wright.
©1989 EMI Music (ROW),
©1989 Ubu Projex (USA/Canada).


Lost Nation Road

From out of the night
Into the dawn
Rose-lighted road
stretches on and on and on.

Carpenters are knocking it up
as I come into view
How this town grows!

I've been searching for them streets of gold
I don't know
This may be the day
Eldorado is paved with clay

A voice calls from the burning hot
It ain't that good
but you know what you've got.

There's always a sign
A portion that's blown away
It points the way home
I'm a pawn on the lost highway.

Right from the start
I knew I was running from you
How do I know?

Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex.


Fire

Last night the river went calling.
Like a train that jumps the tracks how it roared through the night like a vow to never go back.
We never knew peace. Will we never know peace?
Are we like a house made of dry grass?
People pass sayin, Man! It won't last.

Last night the river went calling how it pushed thru the awful black!
Boats of gold hanging by their fiery stacks.
I heard the rivermen cry, We will never know peace.
Are we like a house made of dry grass?
People pass sayin, Man! It won't last.
See the fire and smoke spittin' fire and sparks.
Are we like a house made of dry grass?
People pass sayin, Man! It won't last.

Last night I dreamed I was falling.
Where do we go, I said to myself, If I call your name and you answer crying?
We never knew peace. Will we never know peace?
Are we like a house made of dry grass?
People pass sayin', See the fire and sparks spitting fire and sparks.
Are we like a house made of dry grass?
People pass sayin'.
People pass sayin', See the fire and smoke spitting fire and sparks.
Are we like a house made of dry grass?
People pass sayin', It won't last.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Nevada!

We've come on the sloop John B. My grandfather and me.
Around Nassau Town we did roam through them dry sea beds and dinosaur bones.
The heat beat down fit to crack them stones.
Man! I feel so broke down I gotta go home.
Hoist up the John B sails. See how the main sail sets.
I call for the captain sayin' I gotta go home.
I call for the captain sayin' I wanna go home.
Them good days are gone. The good days are gone.
Them good days are gone. The good days are gone.

The first mate. Her heart sunk.
She went and cried in the captain's bunk.
I said Don't cry baby! Don't fly in a rage. I'll tell you a story about the Golden Age.
30 cents a gallon. The superhighway.
You could fly like the wind through the hollow of the day.
John Stone would leave you alone.
You'd never get broke down. Never go home.
Hoist up the John B sails. See how the main sail sets.
I call for the captain sayin' I gotta go home.
I call for the captain sayin' I wanna go home.
Them good days are gone. The good days are gone.
Them good days are gone. The good days are gone.

Nevada! Baby don't go to bits. We get to Reno and we call it quits.
Nevada! Baby don't go to bits. We get to Reno and we call it quits.
Nevada! Baby don't go to bits.
We get to Reno and we call it quits.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



The Wire

Baby you worry too much about me. You know I get by.
I know all of the tricks of the trade and I love the high wire.
Walking in air. It's suited to me.
Walking in air is suited to me.
Bye bye baby goodbye.
Bye bye baby goodbye.

I don't look around and I don't look down.
I've got no wandering eye.
I keep my mind on the line all of the time and I love the high wire.
Walking in air. It's suited to me.
Walking in air is suited to me.
Bye bye baby goodbye.
Bye bye baby goodbye.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Flat

In the early part of the 20th Century.
Deep inside the American wilderness.
In the state of Kansas. 82,000 square miles of flat.
There were two automobile cars.
On July 5th 1904 they ran into each other.
Hey-ho! What do we know?!
I thought I heard Stop but I mighta said Go.

Some reason I thought about you and me.
I remember the day as if my life was flat.
I looked up and there you were.
I said to myself, Look out honey! Here I come.
Hey-ho! What do we know?!
I thought I heard Stop but I mighta said Go.

Flat is all that I see. Flat is all that I see.
The train came back.
It swallowed up the track.
Now flat is all that I see. Flat is all that I see.
What do we know?!
I thought I heard Stop but I mighta said Go.

In the days you been gone I thought about them two cars.
Weather conditions had been reasonable. Visibility fine.
I said to myself, What was it? An idea whose time had come?
Or maybe it had. It had just seemed like a good idea at the time?
Hey-ho! What do we know?!
I thought I heard Stop but I mighta said Go.
Hey-ho! What do we know?!
I thought I heard Stop but I mighta said Go.
Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



The Waltz

The bride swayed barefoot
there on the sidewalk
you could fry an egg
Not a shade of a cloud
Not the breath of a breeze
disturbed her dress or hair
Round at her feet
burst by the dust
a ghost rain dropped like tears.

We waltzed across Texas
We waltzed by the sea
We waltzed through the tears
and it seemed like a good idea
It seemed like a good idea.

The bride swayed barefoot
There by the sidewalk
while the day stood still
Not a shade of a cloud
Not a breath of a breeze
played on her face as she said
We can't go on
like nothing is wrong
Don't be that cruel to me.

We waltzed across Texas
We waltzed by the sea
We waltzed through the tears
and it seemed like a good idea
It seemed like a good idea.

The bride swayed barefoot
There on the sidewalk
You could fry an egg.

Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex.


Pushin'

I don't want you to go
A hundred ways that I don't know
I don't want you to go.

We'll go to Paris
We'll go to France
See the Eiffel Tower
I'll learn to dance
and every day will be a holiday.

I don't want you to go
Happiness will be my goal
I don't want you to go.

We'll go out west for to banish sorrow
We'll drive and drive like there's no tomorrow
We'll see the sights
We'll walk the walks
The mostly thing is we'll have to talk.

I know you know
but I wanted to say
Every day will be a holiday.

Writers: Cutler - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex.


Wine Dark Sparks

Every once in a lifetime. Every once in a blue moon.
There's something happens that.
Baby! Here comes that tune. Oh here comes that tune.
Yeah! I oughta know nothing's worth the half of half of what it used to.
Yeah! I oughta know nothing's worth the half of half of what it used to.

Everybody looks happy. Comes a knock on the door.
It's that kid with the quarter come running back for more.
Running back for more.
Yeah! I oughta know nothing's worth the half of half of what it used to.
Yeah! I oughta know nothing's worth the half of half of what it used to.
Writers: Cutler - Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Bang The Drum

Don't cry when you see me going. Don't cry when you see me go.
Like a house on a hill I remember you still.
Don't cry when you see me go.
Writers: Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.

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