Pere Ubu Lyrics
The Art Of Walking
(1980)
Go
Here's to the small things that give pleasureHere's to the everyday things that bring a smile
My hands are complicated thoughts
My hands are complicated but my feet just wanna go.
Here's to the finer points that mean everything
Here's to the details that so often get overlooked
The way one day fades into another
The way simple desires get expressed.
"What's the bus that comes by here?"
Here's to the best things
As one day fades to another
As the past fills up with failure
the smallest details - the finest points - all add up.
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.
Rhapsody In Pink
I spent the day under the waterI was a big pink ball at the bottom of the sea
the broad green sea.
The fish came and looked at me
looked at me at the bottom of the sea
the broad green sea.
There I was for all the little fish to see
There I was sitting on the sand
at the bottom of the broad green sea.
I spent the day under the water
I spent the day under the water
today.
The sea's a big green lens
The birds looked at me
looked at me at the bottom of the broad green sea.
The waves rolled in
The waves rolled in
and I rolled in.
The waves rolled out
The waves rolled out
and I rolled out.
Back and forth and back and forth
Back and forth
at the bottom of the broad green sea.
I spent the day under the water
I spent the night on the beach
Beached!
Then I got bleached
Washed up Bleached
White as a bone.
So that's my story
Sad but true
Let this be a lesson to you.
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.
Misery Goats
Don't fret now babyDon't be so tired
No mope mope mope-a-dope
No it's not as bad as all of that
Don't be no misery goat.
I could cry
I could just cry
[crying sounds]
What's wrong?
The tears fall down.
I've got one bright hope
I've got one ride home.
I sang three songs
and marched around marched around
I sang.
Here comes the poetry
I'm a cave with the wind inside
I'm a shell with the sound of the surf inside
What? What's the point hunh?
Don't be no misery goat.
I've got one bright hope
I've got one ride home.
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.
Loop
Are things clouds or clocks?What's a swarm of gnats got to do with a pile of rocks?
What have a bucket and a clean slate got in common?
Let's go straight over
What are we waiting for?
We should be able to get there easy
What are we waiting for?
Let's go.
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 Mayo Thompson.
Rounder
I tore myself up insideI ripped everything out
It was a storm that went by
Had the sound of the winter wind
Had the sound of the frozen lake
I tear myself up inside
Only the walls were left.
I tore myself up
I'm a big success
I could not feel
I do a good job
I could not feel
I tear myself up inside
Poor boy Tough luck.
Some excuse
It works out that way
I heard the voice of reason
"Don't upset yourself"
I didn't listen
Yeah I know it all Big boy now
I heard the voice of reason way far away.
I tore myself up inside
I ripped everything out
Only the walls were left
Then I looked around
I looked around for something else to tear out
I reached deep.
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.
Birdies
I gotta get hold of myselfI'm gonna have to pull myself up by my socks
I'm gonna have to grab myself by the shirt collar and shake.
The birdies are singing
The birdies are saying what I want to say.
Now watch this close
Oh I should say 'closely'
Here we go
The foot goes up
and the foot goes down
and so I move along
and actually get somewhere.
When the big feet get tangled
and I fall down on the ground
I get right back up
A tree a dog a cat a house
A car fireplug mailman mom and dad
Dumpdee dump dumpda-de-dee
Look at me!
I've got my feet on the ground
My head in the air
The wind's going through
My hair's standing out
I'm moving along
I'm standing up
and I'm going somewhere.
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.
Lost In Art
Gimme gimme!I'm cooking now
I want shoes
and I'm gonna walk walk walk
Here I go
Listen to me!
Gimme gimme!
I want it all now
Now I'm gonna sing sweet
I'm gonna sing pretty now
Ooaaaaaah-oooo-oo!
I want more.
I want my shoes
Tie them for me please
Watch me go
I can feel it
Gimme gimme.
I've sung my song
I've beat my drum
I've sung my song
and I've beat my drum
Gimme gimme gimme!
Hey where's everybody going?
Come back
Wait a minute
I'm over here.
I didn't mean it.
Come back
I didn't mean it.
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.
Horses
In my heartif that is where one feels
I surely feel
your head lying back sending peals
of laughter to ring a bell
the bell I ring
to call you here to me.
Telephone telephone please
bring me news when I'm alone
I would be very grateful.
Is that a horse
whose footsteps I hear
approaching on the run
from some strange unknown danger
or just my heart beating so noisily?
One never really knows
It's not too late to see.
It's the sun
I wait for in the morning
and the moon
I long to see setting in the evening
When night lies ahead
and day is through
I'll spend some time with you.
Writer: Thompson.
© Music-Language.
Lyrics by Mayo Thompson.
