Story of My Life (1993)

Wasted.
It's the kiss of the tears stinging and cold.
The sum of the years. The story untold.
In the heart of our hearts. The heart of the soul.
At the heart of the hopes and the fears that we've known know that we'll know we were throwing time away.
Breathlessly throwing time away. Throwing time away.
Recklessly throwing time away.

It's the dawn of the day that surely must come.
Married we've stayed but look what's been done.
In the heart of our hearts. The heart of the soul.
At the heart of the hopes and the fears that we've known know that we'll know we were throwing time away.
Breathlessly throwing time away. Throwing time away.
Recklessly throwing time away.
Throwing time away.
Writers: Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1993 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Come Home.
Go on home. Don't you know I was the spy in the heart of our home?
The double life of a provocateuris like the doctor who won't provide the cure.
Come home. Nobody's waiting.
Come home. Somebody cares.
Come home. I left the light on.
Come home. Nobody's there.

Go on home. Don't you know I was the spy in the heart of our home?
The double life of a provocateuris like the doctor who won't provide the cure.
Come home. Nobody's waiting.
Come home. Somebody cares.
Come home. I'm at the freeway.
Come home. Nobody's there.
In the backseat of a blue fin mystery I hang my head and cry.
Outside the night birds call. Early morning mists swim free.
I'm at the bridge and the river's enraged.
I'm a bird but that bird's encaged.
I'm a free man otherwise engaged.
I'm a fool.
I'm a fool.

Go on home. Don't you know I was the spy in the heart of our home?
The double life of a provocateuris like the doctor who won't provide the cure.

Come home. Nobody's waiting.
Come home. Somebody cares.
Come home. I left the light on.
Come home. Nobody's there.
In the dim light of the New Dawn I shake the cold out of my hands.
The radio is on and I look for the lights of the road.
I say to myself, I'm at the bridge and the river's enraged.
I'm a bird but that bird's encaged.
I'm a free man otherwise engaged.
I'm a fool.
I'm a fool.

Go on home. Don't you know I was the spy in the heart of our home?
The double life of a provocateuris like the doctor won't provide the cure.
Writers: Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1993 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Louisiana Train Wreck.
Down by the riverside the corn is creaking. The moon's on high.
Bodies broken. The house on fire.
Down by the riverside.

I hang my head and tears I start to cry.
I see the river. The river's wide.
Mile of moonlight. Too much to hide.
I see the faces. I get the news.
I see the water. I read the shoes.
They were down by the riverside.
The corn is creaking. The moon's on high.
Bodies broken. The house on fire.
Down by the riverside.

Now me and you we were born to disagree.
Out on the highway's a mess of a night. Tank car burnin with a terrible light.
Be the boss. Look here son.
You go far. You'll be the one.
Down by the riverside the corn is creaking. The moon's on high.
Bodies broken, house on fire.
down by the riverside.

Of all the dreams that will haunt the awful black I see the steamboat. Golden stacks.
Jump the river. Won't go back.
Face to face. Me and you.
Then there's one. I'm going too.
Down by the riverside the corn is creaking. The moon's on high.
Bodies broken. House on fire.
Down by the riverside.
Down by the riverside.
Down by the riverside.
Writers: Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1993 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Fedora Satellite II.
I wondered what I'd want without you.
I wonder what I would say when the memory of that last kind face fades away.
I wonder what I'd want without you.
I wonder what I would say when the memory of that last kind face fades away.
Moonlight in a attic hallway. Footsteps in a lunar dust.
I wonder how it came to be that I'm at the crossroads.
I'm turnin all around. My heart is thumpin hard.
My feet are pumpin up and down in time.
My head is spinnin round. I wanna run to you.
I wanna run to you.

Moonlight in an attic hallway.
Footsteps through the lunar dust.
I wonder how it came to be that I wonder what I'd want without you.
I wonder what I would say when the memory of that last kind face fades away.
Moonlight in a attic hallway.
Footsteps in a lunar dust.
I wonder how it came to be that I'm at the crossroads.
I'm turnin all around. My heart is thumpin hard.
My feet are pumpin up and down in time. My head is spinnin round.
I wanna run to you.
I wanna run to you.
Writers: Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1993 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Heartbreak Garage.
People say I wonder why. Why do the stars twinkle in the sky?
Why do lovers ever say goodbye?
People say I wonder why.

People say I wonder how. How do men and women ever get along?
And people say I wonder where. Where do the brokenhearted park their cars?
Where do the brokenhearted ever find to park their cars?

Down Mystery Road.
Down Mystery Road again and again.
You build up your hopes. You let them back down.
Bye bye baby my friend. Bye bye baby my friend.
Bye bye baby my friend.

The lights look bright comin over the hill.
In the moonlit night I do believe that we're in Nowheresville.

How long til the `dozers roll daddy?
How long til we get the news?
How long til that stupid highway beats a path straight to our door?
Straight to our door.
Writers: Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1993 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Postcard.
I sent her two postcards.
They came right back.
I sent her two postcards.
A big potato from Boise, Idaho.
A giant trout from Boston, Massachusetts.
A catfish in a top hat from New Orleans.
Flaming watermelons from Dallas, Texas.
Corn cob with 2 feet and 3 hands from Omaha.
Pencils from Lincoln, Nebraska.
A 3-D Grand Canyon. Strangely enough that was from New Mexico.
Happy day. Oh happy day.
Happy day. Oh happy day.

I sent her two postcards.
They came right back.
I sent her two postcards.
Big wheel from Detroit, Michigan.
A lake freighter from Chicago.
A cow wearing a stetson, Montana.
A chicken farm ranch from Utah. Utah was a good state for that sort of thing.
It's Salt Lake City. Salt Lake City is a very good thing for that sort of thing.
In fact it's one of the best things for that sort of thing that I've ever run into.

Delaware Water Gap.
Bill's Laugh-Inn.
Jersey Shore, Pennsylvania.
Dubois, Pennsylvania.

Did I ever tell you the story about the time I broke down outside Dubois?
Writers: Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1993 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Kathleen.
Somewhere near. Somewhere far.
Somewhere down a street past the local bar. A shot and beer kinda homey place.
I go inside and tell my story to a glass of foam. A poet and a heart of gold.
Kathleen! Why don't you call my name?
Kathleen! Call my name.

No one hears me tell the truth.
I lost the track of time. The blush of youth.
A world that time forgot. A skittle bowl social swirl.
Bowl of chili. Onion rings. The check on time and a Rolling Rock.
Kathleen! Why don't you call my name?
Kathleen! Call my name.

Self pity is a terrible thing to waste.

I've dropped out of line. Past my prime.
Slave to a way of life I'm just the sort of fella to tell a story to.
Waiting at a bus stop or bangin' on a desktop I long to see you.
Kathleen! Why don't you call my name?
Kathleen! Call my name.

Something's near. Something's wrong.
Something's near. Something's wrong.

Something near. Something far.
Something down a street past the local bar. A shot and beer kinda homey thing.
I go inside to show my face.
It's someone I barely know. A poet and a heart of gold.
Kathleen! Call me.
Kathleen! Call me.
Kathleen! Call me.
Writers: Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1993 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Honey Moon.
Hang my head. Believe that I've died.
I'm fryin fish by the riverside.
You the way. The way back home.
Honey Moon.

All the world is like a one arm man swimming hard the best that he can.
I'll be the one. You never know.
Honey Moon. I miss you so.
Honey Moon.

Cloudy sky. Looks like rain.
Stand aside for the start of some pain.
I get so tired it's like I'm another man.
Say no more. The rest I know.
I never like it when that part of me shows.
Cover up cuz I think that I'm needin'.
Honey Moon. I'm already bleedin'.

All the world is like a one arm man swimming hard the best that he can.
I'll be the one. You never know.
Honey Moon. I miss you so.
Honey Moon.

Swing low. I know.
Saw the pot called a heart of gold.
Hung around it like a one eye dog.
Fix the roof? Believe that I'll try.
I might know better when it's day or it's night.
Stand by. I think that I'm sleepin'.
Outside the corn it is creepin'.

All the world is like a one arm man swimming hard the best that he can.
I'll be the one. You never know.
Honey Moon. I miss you so.
Honey Moon.
Honey Moon.
Honey. Moon.
Writers: Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1993 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Sleep Walk.
It ain't me. I walk the line brother.
It ain't me. On the high wire.
It ain't me.
Calculate how far I can fall. It ain't nothin'.
Somewhere I see a face in a stream. I watch the dust in a beam.
I work harder. Harder to break away from the grip of a dream.
On a high wire. I live and I breathe it.
On a high wire. Oh no! Will I never be?

It ain't me. Don't watch the sky brother.
It ain't me. Or the ground far below.
It ain't me.
Or speculate how far I can fall. It ain't nothin.
On a high wire. I live and I breathe it.
On a high wire. Oh no! Will I never be free?

It ain't me. I walk the line brother.
It ain't me. On the high wire.
It ain't me. Calculate how far I can fall. It ain't nothin'.
Somewhere I see a face in a stream. I watch the dust in a beam.
I work harder. Harder to break away from the grip of a dream.
On a high wire. I live and I breathe it.
On a high wire. Oh no! Will I never be...
Writers: Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1993 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



The Story Of My Life.
I was born in Miami, Florida, in 1953.
First thing I did was crack the back of my head on the floor.
I stepped on a bee when I was four.
I slammed the door of a `57 Chevy on my hand when I was six.
Little did I know that darker clouds were gathering on the horizon of my life.
That's the story.
That's the story.
That's the story of my life.

Later on.
Messing around in the backyard. I was nine.
I stumbled onto the secret of Anti-Gravity.
It's such a simple trick, I said to myself, I hope I can remember.
Instinctively I knew that trouble was bound to come.
That's the story.
That's the story.
That's the story of my life.

Still later I met a girl named Sue. Only daughter of the football coach.
I liked her.
I think she liked me.
Her family moved to Toronto.
Naively I said to myself, Why that's the story of my life.
That's the story of my life.
Writers: Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1993 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Last Will And Testament.
Late one night I was lying awake.
I was thinking of what langston hughes had said.
I heard the birds of the mornin rousin'.
Birds of prey in my heart I was thinkin'.
Home is a raisin field. A raisin field is calling me.
Home is a raisin field. Oh raisin field! You're callin' me.

In the middle of a hidin' hole I was surely awakened by the thing that I know.
It had the shape of a shadow a-nearin'.
Clouds of mystery around it were clearin'.
Home is a raisin field. A raisin field is calling me.
Home is a raisin field. Oh! Raisin field calls to me.

I'm balanced on the razor edge.
I'm balanced on the razor edge. I'm balanced on the razor edge.
And hangin' on by the skin of my teeth.

In my heart the walls have been broken.
All around the silence is achin'.
Centerstage is a memory or two. The last will or a testament to you.
Hope is a razor hedge. A razor edge is calling me.
Hope is a razor hedge. A razor's edge calls to me.

I fear I know the things I hope.
I fear I know the things I hope.
I fear I know the things I hope.
Writers: Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1993 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Fedora Satellite.
I wondered what I'd want without you.
I wondered what I'd say when the memory of that last kind face floated away.
I fear I know the things that I hope.
Those eyes without fear.
The taste of you near.
Your skin so fine. How can it never be mine?

I wondered what I'd want without you.
I wondered what I'd say when the memory of that last kind face faded away.
I wondered what I'd want without you.
I wondered what I would say when the memory of that last kind face floated away.
My darlin' I! I've got a heart of gold.
My darlin' I! I've got a heart of gold.
I got a heart of gold.
Writers: Cutler - Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1989 Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music.
Lyrics by David Thomas.

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