Pere Ubu Lyrics
Lady From Shanghai
(2013)

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Thanks

You can go to hell ma belle
Baby baby go to hell.

Writers: Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler.
© 2013 Ubu Projex.

Free White

It's a wunnerful world
It's a beautiful thing
I want you to know
that I want you to know.

I never wanted to spoil your party
No one will leave you more
That I want you to know
that I want you to know.

Writers: Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler.
© 2013 Ubu Projex.

Feuksley Ma'am, The Hearing

Mary had a lamb with the hearing
Lamb man
Walk the dope
White as snow
Walk the dope
And everywhere Mary went
White as snow.

The lamb was sure to go with the hearing
Mary had a hearing
Wall to go sure to go
Everywhere we went
Walk the dope
White as snow
Wall to go, with the hearing.

Ma'am, it's feuksley ma'am.

Writers: Dowdall - Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler.
© 2013 Ubu Projex.

Mandy

I'm on the outskirts of Nowhere
I'm at the bottom of Forever
I ride the bus into town
Bus is never late
I ride the bus into town
The driver is crazy
Would you come out to play with me Mandy?

Another crazy jukebox is playing
at the bottom of a hole
The hole is what is left of my soul
My soul says If I could sleep for a thousand years
then I would sleep for a thousand years
A crazy jukebox is playing
Would you come out to play?

When I'm all shook up with you
and the thousand things I should be doing
then I'm all shook up with you baby
and there's a thousand things I could be doing
I'll be waiting at Heartache And Lonely
looking in the windows of Whozits & Whatzits
Would you come out to play with me Mandy?

I ride the bus into town
The driver's name is Lead Foot Billy
He sees the lights as only ever green
I ride the bus into town
Billy is crazy
Another jukebox is playing
Would you come out to play?

Writers: Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler.
© 2013 Ubu Projex.

And Then Nothing Happened

I came I saw and I wanted her
Into the deep I always go
At the heart of the flame the spark is dissolved
I'm almost resigned to it.

I fear that nobody hears
Will I be there?
I'm almost consoled that nothing happened today
Nothing happened at all.

Alarm bells are ringing.

Writers: Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler.
© 2013 Ubu Projex.

Musicians are Scum

Why don't you get in line
with all those others whose lives I have ruined?
Take your place at the back of the queue
so I can think about you
When it's time and not before.

Musicians are scum
I thought I'd made it clear from Day One

I do not mean to be cruel
I don't mean to be unjust
I said that it was love
I swear to you that it was love
Only it was never lust.

I looked in your eyes
I said I will ruin your life
I can see you did not believe me
You remember don't you?
Because I do.

Writers: Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler.
© 2013 Ubu Projex.

Another One (Oh Maybellene)

I got a story to tell
I got a free disease
The way that I see it
it's all about that parallax view.

Parallel lines aren't supposed to intersect
but they do
The road is running out on me
This is my story.

What I call fear
is a thing I'm thinking of
thinking of you and me
on one lost highway.

I see you here
I'm passing away myself
Down along a road is a hairy hairy line
Down along a road is a thing inspired.

I hear Maybellene
oh oh oh
Maybellene
You shoulda heard just what I seen.

Writers: Dowdall - Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler.
© 2013 Ubu Projex.

Road Trip of Bipasha Ahmed

She calls me Johnny Rocket
I don't know why
It was in the middle of the night.

She thinks that I might blow up
She thinks that I might end the world
She just might be right.

Some people call me Jay
Some people say
that I was not right in the head
or in the heart
and in the mind
I was not right in the soul.

I think that I will miss you
in a thousand ways that I don't know
I will testify to that
And I might comply
So many things left to say
So many deeds not done.

A knock on the door
A pretty face inside
Inside of you.

Writers: Dowdall - Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler.
© 2013 Ubu Projex.

Lampshade Man

Dropping the A-bomb saved my father's life
I guess that makes me its runway son
The truth hurts
Just not bad enough.

Writers: Dowdall - Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler.
© 2013 Ubu Projex.

414 Seconds

That day I say I woke up to find a heap of a mess
I wake up that day with a shock
Am I asleep moments minutes or millennia?

I look around all the plants are withered and died
Dishes piled in the sink are withered and dried
Glass in the windowpanes is withered and be-flied.

And that dream
The terrible thing that I did in that dream
The thing that woke me up I ask myself,
Did I do that terrible thing only in my dream
Or is the dream merely a tawdry bit of self-deception wherein
I dream that I only did the terrible thing that I did
In a dream?

I throwed out the coffee to drink the soap
I run because I have to know.
I launch myself from an easy chair
A jet pilot ejecting from a doomed corkscrew
into the far earth below.

I throw myself through the door
I fall down the hall
I tumble through the steps
Round the corner
Stumbling and flailing
Fumes and exhaust black
Fluid smoke billowéd.

Running for the bus I cry
Hold that bus called Happiness.

Writers: Dowdall - Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler.
© 2013 Ubu Projex.

The Carpenter Sun

In the dream place
where such things are housed
she is a curtain.

Behind the curtain is a window
Behind the window
a carpenter sun is whipping it up.

In the rain the size of the smell is unreal.

She is a curtain he said
Squinting he traced a rectangle in the air
Understand how there'd be no breeze.

Writers: Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler.
© 2013 Ubu Projex.



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