Pere Ubu - Woolie Bullie Lyrics
There’s a Diner out on Route Three Twenty Two.Western Pennsylvania.I spent my life there one afternoon.I can’t get that stretch of roadOut of my head.I hear it when ITake a showerReading the paper.I’d look up and see itAcross the valley.They tore down the StarlightAnd down at the end of the roadBuilt a big Day’s Inn.Blocks the view.But I know that road’s still thereI can feel it wherever I go.Whatever I’m doingIt knows that I’m still here.And it's waitin’.We are abandoned.Lies own the word.All the pictures andAll the museumsIn the worldAre just a shamPeeking playedBy the clever peopleWho broke the rules.Reality is defined by the needs of theMediaHistory is rewrittenFaster than it can happen.Culture’s a weaponThat’s used against us.Culture’s a swamp.And a superstition;Ignorance and abuse.Geography is a languageThat can’t screw up.Land,And what we add to itCannot lie.It’s also like a mirrorIn which we see ourselves,Or choose to turn away.Watch it now.Watch it.Watch it.
