Terminal Tower

30 Seconds Over Tokyo.
Flew off early in the haze of dawn,
in a metal dragon locked in time -
skimming waves of an underground sea,
in some kind of a dream world fantasy.

Sun a hot circle on a canopy,
'25 a racing blot on a bright green sea.
Ahead the dim blur of an alien land,
time to give ourselves to strange gods' hands.

Dark flak spiders bursting in the sky,
reaching twisted claws on every side.
No place to run.
No place to hide.
No turning back on a suicide ride.

Toy city streets crawling through my sights,
sprouting clumps of mushrooms like a world surreal.
This dream won't ever seem to end,
and time seems like it'll never begin.
30 seconds, and a one way ride.
30 seconds, and no place to hide.
30 seconds over Tokyo.
Writers: Laughner-O'Connor-Thomas.
©1978 EMI Music (ROW),
Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.


Heart Of Darkness.
Maybe you see further than I can see,
or maybe things just look differently.
Maybe I'm nothing but a shadow on the wall.
Maybe love's a tomb where you dance at night.
Maybe sanctuary is an electric light -
I get so tired it's like I'm another man.
And everything I see seems so underhanded.
I don't see anything that I want.
And I don't see anything that I want.

Image, object, & illusion -
Go down to the corner,
where none of the faces fit a human form,
where nothing I see there isn't deformed,
where in a secret lab works a Doctor Moreau,
and no private eye's gotta tell me it's a long goodbye.
I get so tired it's like I'm another man.
And everything I see seems so underhanded.
I don't see anything that I want.
And I don't see anything that I want -
Looking in two -
Looking into -
the heart of darkness.
Writers: Herman-Krauss-Laughner-Thomas-Wright.
©1978 EMI Music (ROW),
Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.


Final Solution.
The girls won't touch me cause I got a misdirection,
and livin at night isn't helpin my complexion.
The signs all say it's a social infection.
A little bit of fun's never been an insurrection.

Mom threw me out til I get some pants that fit.
She just don't approve of my strange kind of wit.
I get so excited I always gotta lose it,
then they pack me off & make me take the cure.
I don't need a cure,
don't need a cure.
Don't need a cure,
need a final solution.

Buy me a ticket to a sonic reduction -
guitars gonna sound like a nuclear destruction.
It seems I'm the victim of natural selection,
or maybe just another slide in another direction.
I don't need a cure,
don't need a cure.
Don't need a cure,
need a final solution.

Solution!
Writers: Thomas-Bell-Pere Ubu.
©1978 EMI Music (ROW),
Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.


Cloud 149.
Here she comes.
Here she comes.
She's okay.
I can tell -
that she's okay.
And just as she walks by.

Be alright.
Be alright.
Set her up,
just like some church.
Set her up just like some church.
Don't ask me how.

Here she comes,
feels like heaven.
There she goes,
such a problem.
Here she comes.
There she goes.
Oh. Oh.
Oh.
Cloud One-Four-Nine.

Bye-bye, 149!
Writers: Herman-Krauss-Laughner-Taylor-Thomas-Wright.
©1978 EMI Music (ROW),
Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.


My Dark Ages (I Don't Get Around).
In the dark I get so confused.
I fall in love like I fall from grace.
I wander round,
wonder where I went.
I wander round,
wonder where I went through the the blank spaces,
and the the empty places,
and I don't get around & I don't fall in love.

I need a car that can get me around at night in the city,
where the air can shine.
We'll drive around -
and oh! -
we'll fall in love.
We'll drive around -
and oh! -
we'll fall in love.
And things will be alright -
things'll be alright -
things will be alright -
things'll be alright.
And I don't get around & I don't fall in love... much.
Writers: Herman-Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas.
©1978 EMI Music (ROW),
Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.


Heaven.
Uh here she comes uh walking with that solar beat.
The sun does funny things. It's like some prankster's cheat.
Uh I could swear that the city's like a magic beach.
Cuz against the curb I can hear those street waves beat.
Now come on darlin. Come on darlin.
It feels like heaven. It feels like heaven.
It's such a problem.
It feels like heaven. It feels like heaven.
It's such a problem.

Mid-summer's night on a magic beach.
The dreams that come to me they don't look out of reach.
In the mirror I can see the other face.
And if I sleep tonight I'll wake up in some other place.
Now come on darlin. Come on darlin.
It feels like heaven. It feels like heaven.
It's such a problem.
It feels like heaven. It feels like heaven.
It's such a problem.

It feels like heaven. It feels like heaven. It feels like heaven.
It's such a problem.

Writers: Herman - Krauss - Maimone - Ravenstine - Thomas.
©1978 EMI Music (ROW),
Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.

Not Happy.
Can't we be happy?
Can't we be happy like the swimming turtles?
Can't we be happy like the bumble bees on the River Tees?
When they buzz they buzz in harmonies.
Can't we be happy like them?
I wanna know.
I am happy when you are happy,
and you are happy when I am happy,
so let's be happy.

Can't we be happy?
Can't we be happy like the tiny mice?
Can't we be happy like the oddball birds of South America?
The oddball birds of South America are happy.
Can't we be happy like them?
I wanna know.
I am happy when you are happy,
and you are happy when I am happy,
so let's be happy.
Writers: Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas-Thompson.
©1980 EMI Music (ROW),
Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music / Copyright Control (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.


Lonesome Cowboy Dave.
My name is David,
and I've got a hat the size of Oklahoma.
I've got shoes that look like Florida.
I've got a coat that is like California.
I've got spurs on my feet.
Whoopie-ti-yi Yah.
I guess I'm just a lonesome cowboy guy.
Writers: Krauss-Maimone-Ravenstine-Thomas-Thompson.
©1980 EMI Music (ROW),
Ubu Projex, administered by Bug Music / Copyright Control (US/Can).
Lyrics by David Thomas.

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