Critici, connaiseuri, fie-vă milă: înduraţi-vă, spuneţi-ne doar cine a fost de fapt Pere Ubu

Pere Ubu, 1975-1982, 1987-∞

 

Styles: Post-Punk, Experimental Rock, American Underground, Punk/New Wave, Alternative Pop/Rock

BREATH

Dog day afternoon by the sea. 
I think about you. What am I gonna do?
Sorrow’s hangin’ over me.

Let me walk with you cuz it’s breaking my heart.
The things that we had.
The good and the bad. Now it’s parking lots.
Don’t let’s talk about tomorrow.
Baby! Standin’ at the edge of sorrow.
Let’s watch the whole world goin’ slow.
Let’s watch the whole world goin’.

I know my way round town.
Used to live around here.
I know the sites to see. The things they mean to me and how we tore it down.
Let me walk with you cuz it’s breaking my heart.
The things that we had.
The good and the bad. Now it’s parking lots.
Don’t let’s talk about tomorrow.
Baby! Standin’ at the edge of sorrow.
Let’s watch the whole world goin’ slow.
Let’s watch the whole world goin’ slow.

Unh-hunh. It was a dream.
Nah! But it was a tin can.
Not a dream.
Man! It was a tin can.
Ha! Had I not kicked that.
Had I not kicked that.
Had it clattered in the gutter when it bounced down the sidewalk.
Had I not.
Keep that!
Don’t let’s talk about tomorrow.
Baby! Standin’ at the edge of sorrow.
Let’s watch the whole world goin’ slow.
Let’s watch the whole world goin’ so.
Let’s watch the whole world goin’.

 

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 and I looked out the window.
I was livin’ in hotels.
Like a house on a hill I remember you. Still.
I ain’t ever gettin’ home.
You ain’t ever gonna know how I tried to love you cuz now I’m never 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 gettin’ home.

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