Dub Housing, 1978Navvy.I've got these arms & legs that flipflop, flip flop. I've got these arms & legs that flipflop, flip flop. I've got these arms & legs that flipflop, flip-flip-flop! I have desire. "Freedom!" I have desire. "Somewhere to go!" (Boy, that sounds swell!) In my ears I heard a hurricane blow. In my ears I heard a hurricane grow. In my ears I heard a hurricane glow. I have desire. "Freedom!" I have desire. "Somewhere to go!" (Boy, that sounds swell!) I've got these arms & legs that flipflop, flip flop. I've got these arms & legs that flipflop, flip flop. I've got these arms & legs that flipflop, flip-flip-flop! I have desire. "Freedom!" I have desire. "Somewhere to go!" (Boy, that sounds swell!) Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas. © 1978 EMI Music (ROW), Bug Music (US/Can). Lyrics by David Thomas. On The Surface. I heard the radio sun. Made the day like a beach. Lost & in love, I was sand in the surf. I heard talk, talk like music. I heard talk. It was a day like a beach. No cult. No revision. I was saying. At the curb, I was swaying. I was wave-washed. Wave-washed, knocked down! Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas. © 1978 EMI Music (ROW), Bug Music (US/Can). Lyrics by David Thomas. Dub Housing. Have you heard about this house? Inside, a thousand voices talk. And that talk echoes around and around. The windows reverberate. The walls have ears. A thousand saxophone voices talk. You should hear how we syllogize. You should hear. About how Babel fell and still echoes away. How we idolize, theorize, syllogize. In the dark. In the heart. All I hear is... Talk! All I hear is... Talk! Hear the sound of the jibberty jungle. In the dark, a thousand insect voices chitter-chatter. The sun goes up. Goes over. Goes down. I seek sleep. I sleep. I forget. Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas. © 1978 EMI Music (ROW), Bug Music (US/Can). Lyrics by David Thomas. Caligari's Mirror. What do you do with a drunken sailor? Who do you see in Caligari's mirror? How do you like those pranksters' cheats, so early in the morning? Hey-Hey! Boozie sailors! Missed the boat. What to do?! Hey-Hey! Boozie sailors! Missed the boat. What to do?! Hey-Hey! Woozie sailors! What a mess. Tie `em down! Walked around. Took a bus. Took a bus. Walked around. Took a bus. Walked around. Walked around. Took a bus. What do you do with a drunken sailor? Who do you see in Caligari's mirror? Why do you like those pranksters' cheats, so early in the morning? Hey-Hey! Boozie sailors! Missed the boat. What to do?! Hey-Hey! Woozie sailors! What a mess. Tie `em down! Hey-Hey! Oozie sailors! Up she rises. Uut the door! Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas. © 1978 EMI Music (ROW), Bug Music (US/Can). Lyrics by David Thomas. I Will Wait. The sun never sets on this world I have found. There's no reason. No, no reason. I will wait. Saw secret scenes in the cracks of the cities, secret scenes in the seams of the world. I will wait. I believe in practicalities, practicalities are possibilities. I will wait. And this occurs: Idle eyes idlize. Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas. © 1978 EMI Music (ROW), Bug Music (US/Can). Lyrics by David Thomas. Drinking Wine Spodyody. I see her nearly everyday. Just a girl but she's okay. I figure if she's heaven sent new disclosures should be imminent; real strain could be evident; metaphysics would be provident; I'd sure to be obedient; I'd love to be penitent. Here she comes. And then there she goes. Cloud... One Four Nine! Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas. © 1978 EMI Music (ROW), Bug Music (US/Can). Lyrics by David Thomas. Ubu Dance Party. I did not see the darkened sky. I did not feel the pressure drop. I walked down the primrose path. I strolled along the garden walk. The rain fell and washed away. I built on sand. I got swept away. I went out and stirred the air. (My soup was steeped in strange ideas.) I breathed in. I breathed out. I breathed in. I breathed out. The rain fell and washed away. I built on sand. I got swept away. I went out and looked around. I went out. And I came back! I walked down the primrose path. I strolled along the garden walk. The rain fell and washed away. My bed of sand got swept away. Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas. © 1978 EMI Music (ROW), Bug Music (US/Can). Lyrics by David Thomas. Blow Daddy-o. I blow my horn. It goes, Me! Me! Me! I blow my horn. It goes, Eye-yi-yi-yi! Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas. © 1978 EMI Music (ROW), Bug Music (US/Can). Lyrics by David Thomas. Codex. I think about you all of the time. I did this. And I went there. And I think about you all of the time. The day fades away. And the night passes over. And I think about you all of the time. I think about you all of the time. Here come my shoes. Here comes me! One, two. One... I think about you all of the time. Step after step. Block after block. I think about you all of the time. The day fades away. And the night passes over. And I think about you all of the time. I think about you all of the time. I hear. I say. I see. I do. I think about you. All of the time. Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas. © 1978 EMI Music (ROW), Bug Music (US/Can). Lyrics by David Thomas. |