Pere Ubu Lyrics
Why I Hate Women
(2006)

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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 praying they are free
All the women that hang around are looking for a Bukowski
The rails have turned to rust
I see you laughing 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 - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex.

Babylonian Warehouses

There is a house I know and it's called 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
And it seemed so clear
You were there
Last night I dreamt
And it seemed so clear
I know that it's you.

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
I call for a light
And I howl like it's lust
Only the drunks are out
They know my name
And they all like to say
We're glad that you're here.
We're glad that you're here.

I know that it's you So I hope that it's you
I fear it's you
So I hope that it's you.

Writers: Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex.

Blue Velvet

In my head is a white room
Where all the good things go
A man with a bag walks in
Leaves it on the floor
And goes.

Goodbye Mr Man
See you again next Tuesday
Lost luggage broken keys
And an empty room
I've got a job for life.

I am free
There is a shadow hanging over me
It's dark and gray
And blocks the sun
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.
In my head is a white room
Where all the good things go
A man with a bag walks in
Leaves it on the floor
And goes.

Goodbye.

Writers: Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex.

Caroleen

Baby oh Fire
Light my life on fire
That junk is oh so flammable
That flame is not containable
She is incendiarial.

In the cool hours of the night
she kisses me and it rips my head off
You know her name
It rhymes with gasoline
Her perfume I think it's turpenteen.

I feel alive
And I hope it's love
Caroleen.

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
and I say Honey Light it up!

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
Her name rhymes with gasoline
Her perfume I think it's turpenteen.

Caroleen.


Writers: Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex.

Flames Over Nebraska

I know a radio is playing somewhere
I know because it must be so
I'm thinking too loud
Maybe driving too hard
It's a darkness that's drowning me.

I know what I know
A teardrop is on the door
Flies on the window
Desk clerk is hoping I might disappear
A voice in the room says Nebraska is oh so near.

Neon abounds
And 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
Flies on the window
Desk clerk is hoping I might disappear
A voice in the room says Nebraska is oh so near.

Out on the night
I can feel the darkness
As it folds in around 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
Flies on the window
Desk clerk is hoping I might disappear
A voice in the room says Nebraska is oh so here.

Writers: Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex.

Love Song

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

My hands are growing spectacles for to grab you
My hands are growing half the night for to have you
I live in a house without any windows.

I got a 40 watt bulb to light up my life.

Writers: Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex.

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
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.

Who knows the hearts of men?
I've heard it all
Then again...

I'm just happy to be me
A cartoon sailor on a cartoon sea
Mona loves Popeye.

Writers: Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex.

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 - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex.

Stolen Cadillac

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

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

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

Writers: Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex.

Synth Farm

I see a cloud of dust and dogs
Postman drives a caddy
A rusted out old landtug of a beast.

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

The moon is abuzz
I'm coming home
(He's coming home.)

Talk is going round
Talk is cheap
(He's coming home.)

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

Honey I'm a-going forward
And the future's reversing back on me
I know a thing or two.

Writers: Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex.

Texas Overture

Wild flowers gravel pit towers
Pecan-smoke two meat barbecue
Shotgun shack by the roadside
Blacktop Texas is everything that it will be.

Loop road tornados hand grown tomatos
Post Office Lady Flatonia Next Right
Two horses nodding at a leafless tree
Waiting in vain to be taken from the rain.

Black Sky crow walking on the road
Pine Forest Cablevision Apartment Now Leasing
Pop-a-Top Beverage And 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
Sitting upright
On every table in the joint.

Water fountain
Bags of chips
German tata salad
jalapenos in a brown bowl.

Fires in the pit have never been put out
Old Texas lady slicing 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 watching crop dusters next door
If I lived in Hutto I'd nearly be home now.

Out among the farm roads
Heading for the county line
Looking for the water towers
Bringing in the sheaves.

Texas is the land of the free.

Thelma's in Houston
Closed on Sundays
Best catfish
In all the state of Texas.

Meat's pulled from the pit
At the stroke of noon
Line grows long at a shack in an urban field
Sitting 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 half chicken
Ham ribs links beef.

Green beans pinto beans
Tata salad cole slaw
Okra dirty rice or yams
Two slices white bread sealed into 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 No Beer Family Style
Three 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
Waitress is a middle age ex-hippie chick
Found her a life in a hill country family schtick.

Honey you will not leave eating only that much
Bottomless refills
More meat more beans
Whole lotta slaw please.

Texas is the land of the free.

Writers: Mehlman - Molinè - Temple - Thomas - Wheeler
©2006 Ubu Projex.

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