Worlds In Collision (1991)

Oh Catherine
Oh Catherine,
I was out on the river and stuck on a raft.
I was swept out to sea. Don't know how to get back.
Like a house on a hill, I remember you, still.

Oh Catherine,
I was riding a blue train flat out on the rails.
I looked out the window. I was living in hotels.
A house on a hill, I remember you, still.

I ain't ever getting home.
You ain't ever gonna know
how I tried to love you
Because now I ain't ever getting home.

And now that I only know what I used to know
it's like I live in a ghost tale.

Catherine,
there's a place in my heart the years don't go.
The days pass it by and you never grow old.
Like a house on a hill, I remember you, still.

I ain't ever getting home
and you ain't ever gonna know
the story.

Writers: Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



I Hear They Smoke The Barbecue
I lie awake.
I was waiting for the clouds to break.
No doubt you've heard about the door in through the Northern Pole.
It's hard to believe.
Are there people living underneath?
I hear they live on fruit and air.
I hear they love ole Yogi Bear.
I hear they're good at parking cars.
I hear they want to be like we are.

They'll move next door.
They'll be a part of the neighborhood
but as sad as we are, the company must love the misery.
Now we're on the darkside of forever,
I fear them hard times are beginning for real.
I hear their sky is pink all day.
I hear they love ole Yogi Bear.
I hear they sneak around at night.
I hear they want to be like we are.

We stay up late.
We're waiting for the clouds to break.
Through the barbecue smoke, men from Mars!
It's no joke. We're not alone
and eager eyes watch the sky.
My new buddies and me, we say,
"Misery must love company."
Now we're on the darkside of forever,
I hear them hard times are beginning for real.

I lie awake, waiting for the clouds to beak.

Writers: Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Turpentine!
I fell out of bed.
A terrible thought bounced a path straight across the room.
Throwed out the coffee to drink the soap.
I run because I have to know.

Down by the riverside,
in the shade of the piney tree,
I throw down my head and cry.
I know what the whole world needs.

Turpentine. Turpentine. Turpentine is fine.

Train on the water, a river shakes.
Flood out the valley, a big ole snake.
Hear it breathe. Feel it shake.
The sound it makes is a wild wind.

Call out to me if you see that train,
trailed by a whiff of a turpentine.
I know what I know and I knew what I'd see,
the kind of a woman that you meant to be.

Down by the riverside,
in the shade of the piney tree,
I throw down my head and cry.
I know what the whole world needs.

Turpentine. Turpentine. It's fine.

Writers: Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Goodnite Irene
Treat me like a carnival Rain King
who blew apart in his own hurricane.
He's laughing loud, a fool on the hill,
who should know better and he never will.

It's my calling and I'm falling,
driven by the will of the wind.
And I know it.

Treat me like a king bee
bugging round in a hollow tree.
He's living high on borrowed time,
intoxicated by the sound of his own crying.

It's my calling and I'm falling.
Had I fought it?
Driven by the will of the wind.

Goodnite Irene, I'll see you in my dreams.
I play the part you know so well.
Long live carnival Rain King,
the king bee,
the King of Mars.
They're all like me.

Treat me like the King of Mars.
He fell to earth and ended up behind bars.
He tried to live in a one horse town.
His broken heart tore the whole thing down.

It's my calling and I'm falling,
driven by the will of the wind.
And I know it.

Writers: Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Mirror Man
Mirror. Mirror Man.
eyes about as wide as they can.
Blue sand. The river's gone black.
Big sky. Bought a pink cadillac.

He's rolling. He's reeling.
How long will long be like?
Who will? Because I know who won't.
Who lies to you? I know.

Mirror. Mirror Man.
the naked truth or the face of the land.
He reads the mirror. He knocked it back.
He sees the face of the refugee.

I know that a man is like a mirror
and a man is like a need.
The naked truth or the faith of the land.
The haunted heart of a refugee.

Mirror. Mirror Man.
he's a ghost on the face of a neon land.
"Bound to be like someone I know,"
Say the Haunted Heart to the Narrow Road.

He's rolling. He's reeling.
How long will long be like?
Who will? Because I know who won't.
Who waits for you? I know.

Mirror, Mirror Man.
I see the face of a haunted land.
Mirror Man.

Writers: Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Cry Cry Cry
You know my name.
You've heard my records.
You've seen me pass through your town.
You know me.
I cry, cry, cry.

I'm bound to wear sadness for a crown.
I'm bound to own an embroidered coat
and it's starry with the lights of them jewel-like tears
that I cry, cry, cry.
I cry, cry, cry.

I play the part called A Broken Man.
All I've got to do is act naturally.
The lines are the ones everybody knows,
I cry, cry, cry.
I cry, cry, cry.

Darling, when you left me, my heart burst.
I wandered the land a marked man,
burdened by a terrible secret.
Hard times have driven me from door, to door, to door
and made me a spectacle.

I'm bound to bear silence to the grave.
I'm bound to play the part makes a man a slave.
Nobody knows, but I know,
and I cry, cry, cry.
I cry, cry, cry.

Writers: Cutler - Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Worlds In Collision
Any day is half a night.
I'll be the moon. You hold the light.
You don't wanna know what's been beached on the sand.
The worse it gets the more I understand.

Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.
Cling to me. I will cover you.
Don't it seem to be like a honeymoon?

Mountains rumble. Rivers sway.
Run to me. There's a storm on the way.
You don't wanna be alone with the truth on the lam.
The worse it gets the more I understand.

Is it a dream? Darkly so.
Smiles all around, maybe nobody knows.
You don't wanna be near when the fear grips the land.
The worse it gets the more I understand.

Les haricots sont pas salé.
Something weird is coming this way.

Writers: Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Life Of Riley
Somebody better put out the cat.
Somebody better wind the clock.
Somebody better shut out the light.
Somebody better wake me up.

Since she's gone it's a new world.
Nobody's ever gonna be the same.
Ain't nobody better cry me a river.
Ain't nobody better cry me a sea because
every day, every day is a
holiday.

Oh, gentle hands of yime, come to me.
Why don't you soothe my furrowed brow?
Ain't nobody better say to me
how I mighta done better because I don't know how.

Somebody better go fetch the beer.
Somebody better come in out of the rain.
I hear the sound, somebody leaving.
Reminds me of that best ole friend of mine.
Ain't nobody better cry me a river.
Ain't nobody better cry me a sea because
every day, every day is a
holiday.

Somebody better fetch that TV over here.
Somebody better "Go Fish."

Writers: Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Over The Moon
I want to be like you are.
I want to rewrite your name.
I want to live in the heart of someone
and ride that mystery train.

Only you and I will know it.
We lived like we never belonged.
On the night we went falling,
we were too tired of just hanging on.

I want to be like a house on a hill.
I want the clouds in my eyes.
I want to live like them people in love
who I see advertized.

I want to be like the moon.
I want to roll through the harvest sky.
I want to look down on your house
and be the moonbeam in your eyes.

Writers: Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Don't Look Back
I'm on fire now I know.
Dig that crazy knocking on the doors.
I do believe that smell of rain's
oughta bound to be, I bet,
a hurricane.

If I try to remind you,
Uh, don't it feel like the rain?
Don't look back. Don't you know that
I'm bound to be on the last train of the season.
Count the reasons.
Oh, thee I know.
Valerie, we'll never meet again.

Come on! Don't be slow.
The porter's calling.
It's time to go.
Next stop? I don't know.
Wherever it goes, we're going home.

I fear I know the things I hope.
I lie awake, listening for my heart to break.

I don't know if it's snowing.
There's a chill settled in my bones.
Not a bird. Not a sound.
There's nothing moving in the whole town.
Count the reasons.
Oh thee I know.
Valerie, we'll never meet again.

Writers: Cutler - Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Playback
I don't know much about her history,
the how and why of it or all the mysteries.
I hear some people saying
that she might not be the one.
Anyway, I...

I know a bit about how hard it can be,
yet I make her to be like I wanted the world to be.
Meanwhile, I should have known,
hearts are treacherous
and have a life of their own.

Feel like I'm believing in her.
Feel like the raging sea,
Feel like nobody's fool.
Am I falling? [PLAYBACK]
Am I falling? [PLAYBACK]
Am I free?

I don't know much about the lay of the land.
You start in the middle, you do the best you can.
Some days I can see the signs.
It's remarkable when love is not only blind.
How wide? How long?
How high? How strong?
Some days I think I see the light.
It's remarkable when love is not only blind.

Feel like I'm playin hurt.
Feel like no setting sun.
Feel like I've always known.
Am I falling? [PLAYBACK]
Am I falling? [PLAYBACK]
Am I free?

I don't know much about biology.
When the cut isn't deep they say, "Oughta let it bleed."
I don't know much about broken hearts.
When a heart falls apart, will we still be who we are?

Falling.
Am I? [PLAYBACK]
Falling.
Am I? [PLAYBACK]
Am I free?

Writers: Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Nobody Knows
Here's a story about a man named Fred.
He heard a bell when he went to bed.
He woke up at a quarter past three.
Found himself at the bottom of the sea.

Don't laugh till you hear the truth.
Man found his heart nearly broken in two.
All the fish come from miles around.
He is the party in their one horse town.

Nobody knows all the troubles I've seen.
Just outside,
darling, I know,
it's the trail of the tears.
I hear the call of the road.

Here's a bit about a brother Bill.
Had a house at the top of the hill.
Wife had to better cry her a river.
She fell in love with an indian giver.

Here's a ditty about a guy named Dave E.
Had a life like to drive him crazy.
Don't you see it's a bitter pill
to never know what lies over the hill?

Don't laugh till you hear the truth
about a man found his heart nearly broken in two.
You don't believe how it came to be?
He bought a ranch at the bottom of the sea.

Nobody knows all the troubles I've seen.

Writers: Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Winter In The Firelands
Winter in the Firelands. A summer of lies.
Somewhere the truth between them has died.
A man for the season. A man for the test.
Put out the lights on leaving. Abandon the past.
I want to be the one. The only one.

A road through the Firelands. A mark in the snow.
That's where the lonely people bury their hope.
Turn back the hands of time. Turn back the kiss of faith.
Turn back the eyes of justice. Shoot out the lights and wait.
I want to be the one. The only one.

Writers: Cutler - Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Around The Fire
Don't gather by the river.
Maybe no one will understand.
Don't race down to the sea.
You don't want to know what's been washed up on the sand.

Don't gather round the fire.
Don't run into the smoke.
Don't worry baby.
It wasn't anyone we even know.
Don't worry baby.
It's not anywhere that we'd want to go.

Don't worry about the blood.
Why, it rains like that everyday.
Don't worry about them frogs and mud and worms.
I've seen it rain like that before.

Don't gaze into the fire.
Don't jump into the smoke.
Don't worry baby.
It wasn't anyone we even know.
Don't worry baby.
It's not anywhere that we'd want to go.

Stand by.
Stand by.
Stand by your man.

Writers: Cutler - Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Down By The River
Down by the river, the corn is creeping.
I cry for my lover. My lover's sleeping.
As bad as it gets, it's getting worse.
I want to run but I had to learn to crawl first.

The house on fire. The treaty's broken.
I call for the law. The law has spoken.
As bad as it gets, it's getting worse.
I want to run but I had to learn to crawl first.

The trip is the worst. I don't mean maybe.
I cry for the captain. She cries like a baby.
As bad as it gets, it's getting worse.
I want to run but I had to learn to crawl first.

I mighta not known. I mighta not guessed
I mighta been fine if you'd never confessed.
As bad as it gets, it's getting worse.
I want to run but I had to learn to crawl first.

Bye-bye, baby, goodbye.
It's time to leave and I don't know why.

Writers: Cutler- Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Like A Rolling Stone
I hope some people say, "He's a wild one."
Anyway, I know I'm a rolling stone.
I know I been born to be alone.
I'm just happy to be free.
A cartoon sailor on a cartoon sea.

Bombay. Talinn. Pretty places that I've never seen.
You know I been born to roam.
I grab my hat. That's my home.
I wonder how I know.
I hang my hat. It's time to go.

Who knows the hearts of men?
I've heard it all, but then again.
You see I been born to run. You know I'm a seven son.
I'm just happy to be free.
A cartoon sailor on a cartoon sea.

Writers: Cutler - Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.



Invisible Man
Welcome back to the land of thrills.
No one here's born to pay them bills.
Ever gonna be the same.
Smokestack Lightnin' drive them razor trains.

Turn back.
Turn back.
Turn back the hands of time.
Pass the word around them golden pools.
I been elected to the king of the fools.

I'm living like a hollow man
hiding out in a hollow land.
The less I see the more I know.
The more I stay here the less I show.

Write a song about a widow's kiss.
Go sing it in the wilderness.
I know that stuff about them howlin' wheels,
about the pain that time won't heal.

Writers: Cutler - Feldman - Jones - Krauss - Maimone - Thomas.
©1991 Ubu Projex.
Lyrics by David Thomas.

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