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from 10000 Maniacs - In My Tribe (1987)
A lie to say, "O my mountain has coal veins and beds to dig.
500 men with axes and they all dig for me." A lie to say, "O my river where many fish do swim, half of the catch is mine when you haul your nets in." Never will he believe that his greed is a blinding ray. No devil or redeemer will cheat him. He'll take his gold to where he's lying cold. A lie to say, "O my mine gave a diamond as big as a fist." But with every gem in his pocket, the jewels he has missed. A lie to say, "O my garden is growing taller by the day." He only eats the best and tosses the rest away. Never will he be believe that his greed is a blinding ray. No devil or redeemer can cheat him. he'll take his gold to where he's lying cold. Six deep in the grave. Something is out of reach something he wanted something is out of reach he's being taunted something is out of reach that he can' beg or steal nor can he buy his oldest pain and fear in life there'll not be time his oldest pain and fear in life there'll not be time A lie to say "O my forest has trees that block the sun and when I cut them down I don't answer to anyone." No, no, never will he believe that his greed is a blinding ray no devil or redeemer can cheat him. He'll take his gold where he's lying cold. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Love Among The Ruins (1997)
You were looking away from me, western skies calling you.
Colors spilling, running dazzling you. I was looking the other way, voices call from the east, I saw my roots of the trees there planted at my feet. It could be I'm searching for a place so small with room for everything where worlds on worlds revolve. But how can we wait? I wouldn't hold you back. Suppose I was the clever one and words came easy to me. I could say I was writing a song about you and me. Maybe that verse is yet to be found, but waits inside of me, a secret room a tangled web to unweave. But how can we wait knowing our ways, how can we hold on, still you know it's not too late. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Love Among The Ruins (1997)
Well they left then in the morning,
a hundred pairs of wings in the light moved together. In the colors of the morning I looked to the clouds in the cirrus sky and they'd gone. Across the marshes, across the fields below. I fell through the vines and I hoped they would catch me below. If only to take me with them there, tell me the part that shines in your heart on the wind. And the reeds blew me in the morning. Take me along to the places you've gone when my eyes looked away. Tell me the song that you sing in the trees in the dawning. Tell me the part that shines in your heart and the rays of love forever, please take me there. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Love Among The Ruins (1997)
She walks alone on the brick lane,
the breeze is blowing. A year had changed her forever, just like her grey home. He used to live so close here, we'd look for places I can't remember. The world was safe when she knew him, she tried to hold him, hold on forever. For all that never happens and all that never will be, a candle burning for the love we seldom keep. The earth was raw in her fingers, she overturned it. Considered planting some flowers, they wouldn't last long, no one to tend them. It's funny how these things go, you were the answer to all the questions. The memories made her weary, she shuddered slowly, she didn't want to. As a distant summer he began to whisper, and threw a smile her way. She looked into the glass, liquid surface showing that they were melding, together present past. So where can I go from here? The color fading, he didn't answer. She felt him slip from her vision. She tried to hold him, hold on forever. So close forever, in a silent frozen sleep. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - The Wishing Chair (1985)
( music: Robert Buck & Dennis Drew/lyric: Natalie Merchant )
dance to the sun a kiss to the earth embrace a stone come the small black book come the brandy cask one strange disease the well worded paper signed by the drunken hands of thieves and suddenly they were told to leave as the snake uncoiled on a road the length was eighty miles wagons' weary horses lead the feverish exiles barefoot in the early snow on a ridge where they beheld their home coarse and barren not the haven promised by the Father Jaksa Chula Harjo Jaksa Chula Harjo Jaksa Chula Harjo ** the Red Sticks first and the Dancing Ghosts were pierced with arms of fire and the weeping widows left could not avenge so the Western Star manifest its will drove them clear into the Pacific O gone the way of flesh turned pale and died by your god's decree for he hated me ** Cherokee name for Andrew Jackson the 7th president of the U.S.A. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - The Wishing Chair (1985)
( music: Natalie Merchant/lyric: Natalie Merchant )
wide open falsehood the clan destine truths rival till the end in a series of duels pardon the drapery language I choose Waltz in Vienna has taught me to use every tall room a fiction leather bound treasure books up to the ceiling gold spine upon spine the guile and the treason the faith and allegiance wide open falsehood the clan destine truths rival till the end in a series of duels pardon the drapery language I choose the author grew fat to imagine his lead pen careening gave voice to the scheming an Aryan cabale to dethrone the guile and the treason the faith and allegiance to the empire unknown the baron and his mistress dine in fine banquet hall as rebel insurgents plot in the attic space crawl wide open falsehood the clan destine truths rival till the end in a series of duels pardon the drapery language I choose his small hand did strive to explain all the rants and raves of a people enslaved by the cant of the shrewdest capable men the guile and the treason the faith and allegiance now lie in my hand the guile and the treason the faith and allegiance now lie in my hand |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - The Wishing Chair (1985)
( music: Dennis Drew/lyric: Natalie Merchant )
Jenny Jenny you don't know the nights I hide below a second story room to whistle you down the man who's let to divvy up time is a miser he's got a silver coin only lets it shine for hours while you sleep it away there's one rare and odd style of living part only known to the everybody Jenny a comical where's the end parade of the sort people here would think unusual Jenny tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea far off we sail on to Back O' The Moon Jenny Jenny you don't know the days I've tried telling backyard tales so to maybe amuse o your mood is never giddy if you smile I'm delighted but you'd rather pout such a lazy child you dare fold your arms tisk and say that I lie there's one rare and odd style of thinking part only known to the everybody Jenny the small step and giant leap takers got the head start in the race toward it Jenny tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea far off we sail on to the Back O' The Moon that was a sigh but not meant to envy you when your age was mine some things were sworn true morning would come and calendar pages had new printed seasons on their opposite sides Jenny Jenny you don't know the nights I hide below a second story room to whistle you down o the man who's let to divvy up time is a miser he's got a silver coin lets it shine for hours while you sleep it away there's one rare and odd style of living part only known to the everybody Jenny out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys to push their flags into powdered soils and cry no second placers no smart looking geese in bonnets dance with pigs in high button trousers no milk pail for the farmer's daughter no merry towns of sweet walled houses here I've found Back O' the Moon not here I've found Back O' the Moon |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - MTV Unplugged [live] (1993)
Take me now baby here as I am Pull me close try an understand I work all day out in the hot sun Stay with me now till the mornin' comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take me now as the sun descends They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us What I got I have earned What I'm not I have learned Desire and hunger is the fire I breathe Just stay in my bed till the morning comes Come on now try and understand The way I feel when I'm in your hands Take me now as the sun descends They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Your love is here and now The vicious circle turns and burns without Though I cannot live forgive me now The time has come to take this moment and They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, try and understand Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe Love is a banquet on which we feed Come on now, try and understand The way I feel under your command Take my hand, come under cover They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us Have I doubt, baby, when I'm alone Love is a ring on the telephone Love is an angel, disguised as lust Here in our bed 'til the morning comes Come on now, try and understand The way I feel under your command Take my hand, come under cover They can't hurt you now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us With love we sleep, with doubt the vicious circle turns, and burns Without you, I cannot live, forgive the yearning burning I believe in love too real to feel, take me now, take me now, take me now Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to lust Because the night belongs to lovers Because the night belongs to us |
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from 10000 Maniacs - The Earth Pressed Flat (2001)
( 10,000 Maniacs )
( unreleased song on Euro and Australian MTT CDS ) I was thinking today if you would remember you'd choose to remember what you left me out there in the cold Days fading away I see you so near I hear your voice calling it calls me from these pages to you Beyond the blue so sudden too soon secrets we knew And I was thinking today if you would surrender you'd choose to surrender to feelings that you tried deserting And if given the choice I'd still wait for the moment still wait for the moment when I could have a hero like you Beyond the blue so sudden too soon secrets we knew Days are fading away but I see you clear I hear your voice calling it calls me from these pages to you Beyond the blue so sudden too soon secrets we knew |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Love Among The Ruins (1997)
I saw a big star running from me,
a world from a record on my bed. Turn the tables on me, what would happen if I fell to the tune of a dreamer, to the tune of my heart? A big start running from me, I saw a world out sunning on my head. Turn the tables on me now. I would fall from heaven and ring your bell. Baby, catch me in the middle of a lie. The boys are out tonight, yeah the boys are out tonight. The big shots singin' from me, I saw a world out sunning on my head. Pity my heart signals: center of a storm inside my head. Center of my heart, center of my out of time simple mind. From the moon out my window a wink and a blink and a nod. Had a wish on a start but now it's falling. The boys are out tonight, big skies above me signal in my horoscope it said: never heed a caution, never fought a lover, never cross a street alone in the middle of a signal red, middle of a drinker's heart, middle of a big parade, a signal in my horoscope. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - The Earth Pressed Flat (2001)
Music by 10,000 Maniacs - Lyrics by Mary Ramsey
Shards of glass cut through my gaze broken streamers hanging at my legs drunk and giddy full of fate at the cabaret smokey stares from the bar do stray bottles tumble I feel the misty spray what a perfect, perfect day for the cabaret from afar he sees Venus rise overwhelmingly beautiful he sighs the look of love was in her eyes puts his hand upon her leg looking closer his lust begins to fade what a drag the queen did say. could this be a dream I'm in? ( Fellini would be proud ) gluttony enfolds the scene give them one last round , shining faces dance away swinging skirts between the panted legs kaleidescoping then shassez in a blink the glasses fly suddenly joy becomes a fight there they tossed and turned a sight. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - The Wishing Chair (1985)
Steep is the water tower
Painted off-blue to match the sky Can't ignore the train Night walks in the valley silent You could swear the earth just moved Can't ignore the train Dust to be kicked up In the crack-faced idle sinister town Screen door to the rail station Devil in her, she ran alongside the wasted tracks Hem pins darted in her calves Can't ignore the train One spoiled girl with the tidiest apology Somehow wedged inside her throat Can't ignore the train Patience their virtue But I never could abide by that Dungeon life with electric light A clean towel and a basin Mantel figures mind their places And laughs where they belong Through adventure We are not adventuresome Rage to share with a wardrobe mirror In a room so beige and cold Can't ignore the train Window days saw the children pick their street games on thirty, thirty Thirty afternoons Molly, the boys are Starting in that rhyme again Teasing more and more the second daughter How she fell Young locked in some folks' prison Made to dwell Till they're braiding her gray hair Sitting in the wishing chair Sitting in the wishing chair Sitting in the wishing chair |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
Steep is the water tower
Painted off-blue to match the sky Can't ignore the train Night walks in the valley silent You could swear the earth just moved Can't ignore the train Dust to be kicked up In the crack-faced idle sinister town Screen door to the rail station Devil in her, she ran alongside the wasted tracks Hem pins darted in her calves Can't ignore the train One spoiled girl with the tidiest apology Somehow wedged inside her throat Can't ignore the train Patience their virtue But I never could abide by that Dungeon life with electric light A clean towel and a basin Mantel figures mind their places And laughs where they belong Through adventure We are not adventuresome Rage to share with a wardrobe mirror In a room so beige and cold Can't ignore the train Window days saw the children pick their street games on thirty, thirty Thirty afternoons Molly, the boys are Starting in that rhyme again Teasing more and more the second daughter How she fell Young locked in some folks' prison Made to dwell Till they're braiding her gray hair Sitting in the wishing chair Sitting in the wishing chair Sitting in the wishing chair |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Our Time In Eden (1992)
Candy Everybody Wants
if lust and hate is the candy if blood and love tastes so sweet then we give 'em what they want hey, hey, give 'em what they want so their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on so their minds are soft and lazy well, hey, give 'em what they want if lust and hate is the candy if blood and love tastes so sweet then we give 'em what they want so their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on so their minds are soft and lazy well... who do you want to blame? hey, hey, give 'em what they want if lust and hate is the candy if blood and love tastes so sweet then we give 'em what they want so their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on so their minds are soft and lazy eell... who do you want to blame? |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - MTV Unplugged [live] (1993)
If lust and hate is the candy,
if blood and love tastes so sweet, then we give 'em what they want. Hey, hey, give 'em what they want. So their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on, so their minds are soft and lazy. Well, hey, give 'em what they want. If lust and hate is the candy, if blood and love tastes so sweet, then we give 'em what they want. So their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on, so their minds are soft and lazy. Well... who do you wanna blame? Hey, hey, give 'em what they want. If lust and hate is the candy, if blood and love tastes so sweet, then we give 'em what they want. So their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on, so their minds are soft and lazy. Well... who do you wanna blame? |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
Candy Everybody Wants
if lust and hate is the candy if blood and love tastes so sweet then we give 'em what they want hey, hey, give 'em what they want so their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on so their minds are soft and lazy well, hey, give 'em what they want if lust and hate is the candy if blood and love tastes so sweet then we give 'em what they want so their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on so their minds are soft and lazy well... who do you want to blame? hey, hey, give 'em what they want if lust and hate is the candy if blood and love tastes so sweet then we give 'em what they want so their eyes are growing hazy 'cos they wanna turn it on so their minds are soft and lazy eell... who do you want to blame? |
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from 10000 Maniacs - In My Tribe (1987)
<i>(Robert Buck/Natalie Merchant)
</i> Over your shoulder, please don't mind me if my eyes have fallen onto your magazine Oh I've been watching and wondering why your face is changing with every line you read. For all those lines and circles, to me, a mystery. Eve pull down the apple and give a taste to me. For if she could it would be wonderful, but my pride is in the way. I cannot read to save my life, I'm so ashamed to say. I live in silence, afraid to speak of my life in darkness because I cannot read. But all those lines and circles, to me, a mystery. Eve pull down the apple and give a taste to me. For if she could it would be wonderful. Then I wouldn't need someone else's eyes to see what's in front of me. No one guiding me. It makes me humble to be so green at what every kid can do when he learns A to Z, But all those lines and circles just frighten me and I fear that I'll be trampled if you don't reach for me. Before I run I'll have to take a fall. And then I pick myself up, so slowly I'll devour every one of those books in the Tower of Knowledge. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Our Time In Eden (1992)
Circle Dream
I dreamed of a circle I dreamed of a circle round and in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet a volume, a sphere that was the earth that was the moon that did revolve around my room I dreamed of a circle I dreamed of a circle round and in that circle was a maze a terrible spiral to be lost in blind in my fear I was escaping just by feel but at every turn my way was sealed I dreamed of a circle I dreamed of a circle round and in that circle was a face her eyes looked upon me with fondness her warmth coming near calling me "sweetness" calling me "dear" but I whispered, "no, I can't rest here" I dreamed of a circle I dreamed of a circle round |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
( Buck/Drew/Gustafson/Augustyniak/Merchant )
( percussion: Paulinho Da Costa ) I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet. A volume, a sphere that was the earth, that was the moon, that did revolve around my room. I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle was a maze, a terrible spiral to be lost in. Blind in my fear, I was escaping just by feel. But at every turn my way was sealed. I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. And in that circle was a face. Her eyes looked upon me with fondness. Her warmth coming near, calling me "sweetness", calling me "dear." But I whispered, "No, I can't rest here." I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - In My Tribe (1987)
( Robert Buck/Natalie Merchant )
Heaven, is this heaven where we are? See them walking, if you dare, if you call that walking. Stumble, stagger, fall and drag themselves along the streets of heaven. Where is the blessed table to feed all who hunger on earth, welcomed and seated each one joyfully served? See them walking, if you dare, if you call that walking. Stumble, stagger, fall and drag themselves along the streets of heaven. Where is the halo that should glow 'round your face, and where are the wings that should grow from your shoulder blades? Show them to me. These are sobering sights I've seen in the City of Angels have all been one rude awakening that was dues to me in heaven. There would have been heavenly music I was convinced before. A host of the dearly to meet me with Hosannas sung at the door, but these are sobering sights I've seen in the City of Angels have all been one rude awakening that was dues to me in heaven. In this city of fallen angels. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - The Wishing Chair (1985)
( music: John Lombardo/lyric: Natalie Merchant )
one time you made me cry be proud that I remember my chin is sore the bruise is gone but the spot is tender gave my hand a sister coy to Cotton Alley where you did enjoy your wicked games you curious boy tied my laces up together when I fell you laughed until your belly was sore in the brick laid aisle behind the five and dime store that's how I made you blush but doubt if you remember were my tears genuine or those of a skilled pretender nothing precious plain to see don't make a fuss over me not loud not soft but somewhere in between say sorry let it be the word you mean I was a little pest who never took a hint could never take a hint you pinched my fingers in a door tossed my coloring book in a rusty barrel pulled spiders from my hair fingers in the door my favorite blue blouse stained on the back running from a berry war can you hear me scream in Cotton Alley scream in Cotton Alley in Cotton Alley |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - The Wishing Chair (1985)
( lyrics: Natalie Merchant & J.C. Lombardo/music: J.C. Lombardo )
like a weasel in the clover you tilt toss pop turn over sit down! tremble and weave like a moth by flame deceived sit down! spill with your words caught up dance in your room slide like you're buttered up roll back the tomb sit down! bolt scuff jilt chase circle riddle shake in haste sit down! when the thunderclouds sound ants scatter to high ground |
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from "Unplugged Collection, Volume One" (0000)
Don't talk, I will listen. Don't talk, you keep your distance for I'd
rather hear some truth tonight than entertain your lies, so take you poison silently. Let me be. Let me close my eyes. Don't talk, I'll beleive it. Don't talk, listen to me instead, I know that if you think of it, both long enough and hard the drink you drown your troubles in is the trouble you're in now. Talk talk talk about it, if you talk as if you care but when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air, tossing back more than your share. Don't talk, I can guess it. Don't talk, well now your restless and you need somewhere to put the blame for how you feel inside. You'll look for a close and easy mark and you'll see me as fair game. Talk talk talk about it, talk as if you care but when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air tossing back more than your share. You talk talk talk about it, you talk as if you care. I'm marking every word and can tell this time for sure, your talk is the finest I have heard. So don't talk, I was sleeping. Don't talk, let me go on dreaming. How your eyes they glow so feircely I can tell your inspired by the name you chose for me. Now what was it? O, never mind it. We will talk talk talk about this when your head is clear. I'll discuss this in the morning, but until then you may talk but I won't hear. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - In My Tribe (1987)
( Dennis Drew/Natalie Merchant )
Don't talk, I will listen. Don't talk, you keep your distance for I'd rather hear some truth tonight than entertain your lies, so take you poison silently. Let me be. Let me close my eyes. Don't talk, I'll believe it. Don't talk, listen to me instead, I know that if you think of it, both long enough and hard the drink you drown your troubles in is the trouble you're in now. Talk talk talk about it, if you talk as if you care but when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air, tossing back more than your share. Don't talk, I can guess it. Don't talk, well now your restless and you need somewhere to put the blame for how you feel inside. You'll look for a close and easy mark and you'll see me as fair game. Talk talk talk about it, talk as if you care but when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air tossing back more than your share. You talk talk talk about it, you talk as if you care. I'm marking every word and can tell this time for sure, your talk is the finest I have heard. So don't talk, let me go on dreaming. How your eyes they glow so fiercely I can tell your inspired by the name you chose for me. Now what was it? O, never mind it. We will talk talk talk about this when your head is clear. I'll discuss this in the morning, but until then you may talk but I won't hear. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - MTV Unplugged [live] (1993)
Don't talk, I will listen.
Don't talk, you keep your distance for I'd rather hear some truth tonight than entertain your lies, so take you poison silently. Let me be. Let me close my eyes. Don't talk, I'll believe it. Don't talk, listen to me instead, I know that if you think of it, both long enough and hard the drink you drown your troubles in is the trouble you're in now. Talk talk talk about it, if you talk as if you care but when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air, tossing back more than your share. Don't talk, I can guess it. Don't talk, well now your restless and you need somewhere to put the blame for how you feel inside. You'll look for a close and easy mark and you'll see me as fair game. Talk talk talk about it, talk as if you care but when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air tossing back more than your share. You talk talk talk about it, you talk as if you care. I'm marking every word and can tell this time for sure, your talk is the finest I have heard. So don't talk, let me go on dreaming. How your eyes they glow so fiercely I can tell your inspired by the name you chose for me. Now what was it? O, never mind it. We will talk talk talk about this when your head is clear. I'll discuss this in the morning, but until then you may talk but I won't hear. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
( Dennis Drew/Natalie Merchant )
Don't talk, I will listen. Don't talk, you keep your distance for I'd rather hear some truth tonight than entertain your lies, so take you poison silently. Let me be. Let me close my eyes. Don't talk, I'll believe it. Don't talk, listen to me instead, I know that if you think of it, both long enough and hard the drink you drown your troubles in is the trouble you're in now. Talk talk talk about it, if you talk as if you care but when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air, tossing back more than your share. Don't talk, I can guess it. Don't talk, well now your restless and you need somewhere to put the blame for how you feel inside. You'll look for a close and easy mark and you'll see me as fair game. Talk talk talk about it, talk as if you care but when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air tossing back more than your share. You talk talk talk about it, you talk as if you care. I'm marking every word and can tell this time for sure, your talk is the finest I have heard. So don't talk, let me go on dreaming. How your eyes they glow so fiercely I can tell your inspired by the name you chose for me. Now what was it? O, never mind it. We will talk talk talk about this when your head is clear. I'll discuss this in the morning, but until then you may talk but I won't hear. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Blind Man's Zoo (1989)
I should know to leave them home.
They follow me through the store with these toys I can't afford. "Kids, take them back, you know better than that." Dolls that talk, astronauts, T.V. games, airplanes, they don't understand and how can I explain? I try and try but I can't save. Pennies, nickels, dollars slip away. I've tried and tried but I can't save. My youngest girl has bad fever, sure. All night with alcohol to cool and rub her down. Ruby, I'm tired, try and get some sleep. I'm adding doctor's fees to remedies with the cost of three day's work lost. I try and try but I can't save. Pennies, nickels, dollars slip away. I've tried and tried but I can't save. The hole in my pocketbook is growing. There's a new wind blowing they say, it's gonna be a cold, cold one. So brace yourselves my darlings, it won't bring anything much our way but more dust bowl days. I played a card in this weeks game. Took the first and the last letters in three of their names. This lottery's been building up for weeks. I could be lucky me with the five million prize, tears of disbelief spilling out of my eyes. I try and try but I can't save. Pennies, nickels, dollars slip away. I've tried and tried but I can't save. The hole in my pocketbook is growing. There's a new wind blowing they say, it's gonna be a cold, cold one. So brace yourselves my darlings, it won't bring anything much our way but more dust bowl days. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Blind Man's Zoo (1989)
( music: Natalie Merchant/words: Natalie Merchant )
O, Baby blankets and baby shoes, baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of baby blue. Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed bed. Now I know lightning strikes again. It struck me once, then struck me dead. My folly grows inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Well, the egg man fell down off his shelf. All the good king's men with all their help struggled 'til the end for a shell they couldn't mend. You know where this will lead, to hush and rock in the nursery for the kicking one inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. When the boy was a boy, the girl was a girl, they found each other in a wicked world. Strong in some respects, but she couldn't stand for the way he begged and gave in. Pride is for men; young girls should run and hide instead. Risk the game by taking dares with "yes". Eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Walk for two? I'm stumbling. Breathe for two? I can't breathe. Five months , how it grows. Five months now, I begin to show. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - MTV Unplugged [live] (1993)
O, Baby blankets and baby shoes,
baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of baby blue. Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed bed. Now I know lightning strikes again. It struck me once, then struck me dead. My folly grows inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Well, the egg man fell down off his shelf. All the good king's men with all their help struggled 'til the end for a shell they couldn't mend. You know where this will lead, to hush and rock in the nursery for the kicking one inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. When the boy was a boy, the girl was a girl, they found each other in a wicked world. Strong in some respects, but she couldn't stand for the way he begged and gave in. Pride is for men; young girls should run and hide instead. Risk the game by taking dares with "yes". Eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Walk for two? I'm stumbling. Breathe for two? I can't breathe. Five months , how it grows. Five months now, I begin to show. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
( music: Natalie Merchant/words: Natalie Merchant )
O, Baby blankets and baby shoes, baby slippers, baby spoons, walls of baby blue. Dream child in my head is a nightmare born in a borrowed bed. Now I know lightning strikes again. It struck me once, then struck me dead. My folly grows inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Well, the egg man fell down off his shelf. All the good king's men with all their help struggled 'til the end for a shell they couldn't mend. You know where this will lead, to hush and rock in the nursery for the kicking one inside of me. I eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. When the boy was a boy, the girl was a girl, they found each other in a wicked world. Strong in some respects, but she couldn't stand for the way he begged and gave in. Pride is for men; young girls should run and hide instead. Risk the game by taking dares with "yes". Eat for two, walk for two, breathe for two now. Walk for two? I'm stumbling. Breathe for two? I can't breathe. Five months , how it grows. Five months now, I begin to show. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Our Time In Eden (1992)
Eden
we are the roses in the garden beauty with thorns among our leaves to pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed but what is the reason for having roses when your blood is shed carelessly? it must be for something more than vanity believe me, the truth is we're not honest not the people that we dream we're not as close as we could be willing to grow but rains are shallow barren and wind-scattered seed on stone and dry land, we will be waiting for the light arisen to flood inside the prison and in that time kind words alone will teach us no bitterness will reach us reason will be guided in another way all in time... but the clock is another demon that devours our time in Eden in our paradise is there still time? |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
We are the roses in the garden, beauty with thorns among our leaves.
To pick a rose you ask your hands to bleed. What is the reason for having roses when your blood is shed carelessly? It must be for something more than vanity. Believe me, the truth is we're not honest, not the people that we dream. We're not as close as we could be. Willing to grow but rains are shallow. Barren and wind-scattered seed on stone and dry land, we will be. Waiting for the light arisen to flood inside the prison. And in that time kind words alone will teach us, no bitterness will reach us. Reason will be guided in another way. All in time, but the clock is another demon that devours our time in Eden, in our Paradise. Will our eyes see well beneath us, flowers all divine? Is there still time? If we wake to discover in life a precious love, will that waking become more heavenly? |
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from 10000 Maniacs - The Earth Pressed Flat (2001)
Music by 10,000 Maniacs - Lyrics by Mary Ramsey
Eager to please was just the way that he was though his attempts there falling short, expectation see he would tell of all his conquests, was he bragging? but in the evening all alone Ellen unplanned delays saving for someone who really cared about you invincible they say married to your name she was the kind between a child and a lady, quick was her temper like a blaze from an ember no one had measured to her standard, so in the evening all alone all alone how do I tell them to open their minds and to take a chance maybe on finding life's treasure stubborn they stay set in their ways really not wanting to be lonely not alone. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Love Among The Ruins (1997)
Funny how I know it's harder, it's harder now.
Young girl in my young girl days, thinking I could live for always. But like an ocean tide, I'm drawn back inside and I know. Seasons pass like sand inside a glass and nothing, nothing returns. Standing with the friends I've made, I'll race them to the grave. Well who won, won the extra days? When you take away the years toll on the waters wide, shallow high and low. In the autumn sky, happy to know I'm going home. Even with my eyes closed, funny how I know it's finally, has it finally begun? |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen This is a seaside town That they forgot to close down Armageddon - come armageddon come armageddon come Everyday is like Sunday Everyday is silent and grey Hide on a promenade Etch on a post card: How I dearly wish I was not here In the coastal town That they forgot to bomb Come, come nuclear bomb! Everyday is like Sunday Everyday is silent and grey Trudging back over pebbles and sand And a strange dust lands on your hands (And on your face) Everyday is like Sunday "Win yourself a cheap tray" Share some grease tea with me Everyday is silent and grey |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - The Wishing Chair (1985)
( music: John Lombardo/lyric: Natalie Merchant )
why are some men born with minds that earn degrees the loving cups gilded plaques grace their study walls hide the cracks while their genius is turned to works of tyranny then off to market to market go selling these with words so fiery and persuasive they steal cunningly riches no one can exceed and why are some men born with a fate of poverty one firm bed for a swollen back year by year the bodies wracked while their obedience is had with gradual defeat by the pace by the pace and the urgency through a muddled thought they phrase it God knows we're deceived barter for what they need and where they go disdain and jeering for fools to call the noble peasantry o how it puzzles me I pressed flat the accordion pleats that had gathered in his cotton sleeves while he thumbed yes thumbed I wouldn't say caressed the final piece a mountain's crest soon to reply assuredly o for man aged ninety years no words to waste on sermons he'd be pleased to answer short and sincere girl there's a nonsense in all these heaven measures it's a heathen creed so your grandma says but better to live by... drink it all in before it's dry he ended there with a rattle cough cough I took away the long gone cold coffee cup as a trail of Camel ashes fell on the floor |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Our Time In Eden (1992)
Few and Far Between
times are far between, and few I bet we can look upon our lives without regret of all the things I have done you think I'm proud of everyone without exception? 'til you make your peace with yesterday you'll never build a future I swear by what I say whatever penance you'll do decide what it's worth to you and then respect it however long it will take to weather your mistakes why not accept it? my hands, for now, are tied I'm a body frozen I'm a will that's paralyzed when will you ever set aside your pain and misery? no matter how I beg no matter how I wish or plead you'll never be more than alive you'll never do more than survive until you expect it do you want to build a world with our lives? you better soon decide or you can forget it. my hands, for now, are tied I'm a body frozen I'm a will that's paralyzed 'til you drop that heavy baggage you're dragging behind there won't be room for us to both go this ride |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Love Among The Ruins (1997)
Waking on a train dreaming, charmed alone they started speaking.
Captured in his artist way before the memories fade away. To remember a face, and you're home or want to. Certain they would meet soon, paint a portrait of a family. Sigle light on, single way, single light away. The night fell. Saw a painting on the stairwell to mourn the passing of a daughter dear. Her soul upon the train so far so near. Just close your eyes and you're home. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - The Earth Pressed Flat (2001)
Music by 10,000 Maniacs - Lyrics by Mary Ramsey
In the coolness of the morning sparing moments here in magical tide I would meet you without question to share a starry gaze a look through the sky from the start there was this kind of glow the start when it's right you'll know, fascinating love's a secret an ancient riddle with no reason or rhyme unpredictable the muses they play never knowing whether teasing or shy. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Our Time In Eden (1992)
Gold Rush Brides
Follow the typical signs, the hand-painted lines, down prairie roads. Pass the lone church spire. Pass the talking wire from where to who knows? There's no way to divide the beauty of the sky from the wild western plains. Where a man could drift, in legendary myth, by roaming over spaces. The land was free and the price was right. Dakota on the wall is a white-robed woman, broad yet maidenly. Such power in her hand as she hails the wagon man's family. I see indians that crawl through this mural that recalls our history. Who were the homestead wives? Who were the gold rush brides? Does anybody know? Do their works survive their yellow fever lives in the pages they wrote? The land was free, yet it cost their lives. In miner's lust for gold. A family's house was bought and sold, piece by piece. A widow staked her claim on a dollar and his name, so painfully. In letters mailed back home her eastern sisters they would moan As they would read accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - MTV Unplugged [live] (1993)
Follow the typical signs, the hand
-painted lines, down prairie roads. Pass the lone church spire. Pass the talking wire from where to who knows? There's no way to divide the beauty of the sky from the wild western plains. Where a man could drift, in legendary myth, by roaming over spaces. The land was free and the price was right. Dakota on the wall is a white -robed woman, broad yet maidenly. Such power in her hand as she hails the wagon man's family. I see Indians that crawl through this mural that recalls our history. Who were the homestead wives? Who were the gold rush brides? Does anybody know? Do their works survive their yellow fever lives in the pages they wrote? The land was free, yet it cost their lives. In miner's lust for gold. A family's house was bought and sold, piece by piece. A widow staked her claim on a dollar and his name, so painfully. In letters mailed back home her Eastern sisters they would moan as they would read accounts of madness, childbirth, loneliness and grief. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Love Among The Ruins (1997)
An Augist day in the hills of Spain,
a pair of children emerged from a cave. The strangest sight there alone they stood, with skin of green and words no one had heard. The girl was stronger, the boy was weak, with her new mother she learned to speak. And wove a tale of a dying sun, they had left darkness, a dark world come undone. They travelled so far. Believing they came from a star. She fell through life, through time, through parallel lives. The men of science, the men of fame, the men of letters tried to explain: Was it parallel worlds or a twist of time to make her think she'd fallen from the sky? A whirlwind spun them all alone, took them from their twilight home. Believing they came from a star. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - The Wishing Chair (1985)
( lyrics: Natalie Merchant/music: J.C.Lombardo & Robert Buck )
there was light and atomic fission swelling wind rising ash tide of black rain cement seared shawdow traces reminiscent of their last commands instantly one thousand flames arising ill scent the burning hides surrounding a settlement debased entirely enola gay had made a casual delivery please build a future, darling with our bomb cherish and love it for the sake of earth bound kingdom come the undersides of fallen metal trusses evil debris of human bodies each window's glass shards pelted secure confines brittle collapse neighbors lay beside each other unknowing faces scorched of all familiar bearing too few hands many wounds for closing marred by thirsting anguish fear lamenting here we stand at the door to gold atomic age don't spoil your face with worry trust in earth bound kingdom come |
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from 10000 Maniacs - In My Tribe (1987)
I always knew that you would take yourself far from home
as soon as, as far as you could go. By the 1/4 inch cut of your hair and the Army issue green, for the past eight weeks I can tell where you've been. For I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me there was soldier's blue blood streaming inside your veins. There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it promise me you won't meet it with your gun. So now you are one of the brave few, it's awful sad we need boys like you. I hope the day never comes for "Here's your live round son. Stock and barrel, safety, trigger, here's your gun." Well I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me there was soldiers blue blood streaming inside your veins. There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it promise me you won't meet it with your gun taking aim. For I don't mean to argue, they've made a decent boy of you and I don't mean to spoil your home coming, but baby brother you should expect me to. "Stock and barrel, safety, trigger, here's your gun." So now does your heart pitter pat with a patriotic song when you see the stripes of Old Glory waving? Well I knew, I could see, it was all cut and dried to me there was soldier's blue blood streaming inside your veins. There is a world outside of this room and when you meet it promise me you won't meet it with your gun taking aim. I don't mean to argue, they've made a decent boy of you and I don't mean to spoil your homecoming my baby brother Jude and I don't mean to hurt you by saying this again, they're so good at making soldiers but they're not so good at making men. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Blind Man's Zoo (1989)
( music: Natalie Merchant/words: Natalie Merchant )
In the dark night a giant slumbered untouched for centuries 'til awakened by a white man's cry: "This is the Eden I was to find." There were lands to be charted and to be claimed for a crown, when a hero was made by the length he could stay in this dangerous land of hateful hate. Curiosity filled the heads of these, there was an upper room they had to see. Curiosity killed the best of these for a hero's hometown welcoming. Still they moved on and on. Who came building missions? Unswerving men of the cloth who gave their lives in numbers untold so that black sheep entered the fold. Captured like human livestock, destined for slavery. Naked, walked to the shore where great ships moored for the hellbound journies. Bought and sold with a hateful hate. Curiosity filled the breasts of these with some strange ecstasy. Curiosity killed the best of these by robbing their lives of dignity. Still they moved on and on. Calling men of adventure for a jungle bush safari. Come conquer the, his claws and teeth. See death in his eyes to know you're alive. European homesteads grew up in the colonies with civilized plans for wild hinterlands, their guns and God willing. Such a hateful hate. Curiosity spilled the blood of these for their spotted skins and ivory. Curiosity filled the heads of these madmen with the lies of destiny. Curiosity spilled the blood of these, then blotted their lives from history. Curiosity filled the heads of these, one man claimed all that he could see. Curiosity still entices these madmen with a lusting and a greed. Their legacy, legacy, legacy... |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Blind Man's Zoo (1989)
( music: Natalie Merchant/words: Natalie Merchant )
To your common sense firm arguments I won't listen to your voice of reason trying to change my mind. I mind my feelings and not your words. Didn't you notice I'm so headstrong even when I know I'm wrong? Take this to your heart and into your head now: before you waste your time, call a truce and call a draw. What's the use in mapping your views out in orderly form when it does nothing but confuse and anger me more? I mind my feelings and not your words. Didn't you notice I'm so headstrong. You're talking to a deaf stone wall. Take this to your heart and into your head now: the old wives' tale is true, I'll repeat it. All is fair in love and war, that's how the famous saying goes. Open up your eyes, see me for what I am: cast in iron, I won't break and I won't bend. Take this to your heart and into your head now: the old wives' tale is true, I'll repeat it. All is fair in love and war, that's how the famous saying goes. If I told you we were out to sea in a bottomless boat, you'd try anything to save us, you'd try anything to keep us afloat. And if we were living in a house afire, I don't believe that you could rush out and escape it and not rescue me. Take this to your heart and into your head now: the old wives' tale is true, I'll repeat it. All is fair in love and war, that's how the famous saying goes. Listen, I think they were talking to you. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
( John Prine )
We had an apartment in the city Me and Loretta liked living there It'd been years since the kids had grown A life of their own Left us alone John and Linda live in Omaha Joe is somewhere on the road We lost Davey in the Korean War And I still don't know what for dont matter anymore Chorus: You know that old trees grow stronger and old rivers grow wilder everyday old people, just grow lonesome waiting for someone to say Hello in There hello Me and Loretta we don't talk much more She sits and stares through the back door screen And all the news just repeats itself like some forgotten dream that we've both seen Someday I'll go and call up Rudy We worked together at the factory But what could I say if he asks "what's new?" "nothin what's with you?" nothin much to do Chorus So if you walking down the street some time And spot some hollow ancient eyes Please don't just pass em by and stare as if you didnt care Say hello in there hello |
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from 10000 Maniacs - In My Tribe (1987)
( Robert Buck/Natalie Merchant )
Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother and the tears she cried, they were criedfor none other than her little boy lost in our little world that hated and that dared to drag him down, her little boy courageous. who chose his words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. Hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts. they all spoke through you. Hey Jack, now for the tricky part, when you were the brightest star, who were the shadows? Of the San Francisco beat boys you were the favorite. Now they sit and rattle their bones and think of their blood stoned days. You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. The hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts, in Chinatown howling at night. Allen baby, why so jaded? Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded? Billy, what a saint they've made you, just like Mary down in Mexico on All Souls' Day. You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. Cool junk booting madmen, street minded girls in Harlem, howling at night. What a tear stained shock of the world, you've gone away without saying goodbye. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - MTV Unplugged [live] (1993)
Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother
and the tears she cried, she cried for none other than her little boy lost in our little world that hated and that dared to drag him down. Her little boy courageous who chose his words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. Hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts, they all spoke through you. Hey Jack, now for the tricky part, when you were the brightest star who were the shadows? Of the San Francisco beat boys you were the favorite. Now they sit and rattle their bones and think of their blood stoned days. You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. The hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts, nights in Chinatown howling at night. Allen baby, why so jaded? Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded? Billy, what a saint they've made you, just like Mary down in Mexico on All Souls' Day. You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. Cool junk booting madmen, street minded girls in Harlem howling at night. What a tear stained shock of the world, you've gone away without saying goodbye. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
( Robert Buck/Natalie Merchant )
Hey Jack Kerouac, I think of your mother and the tears she cried, they were criedfor none other than her little boy lost in our little world that hated and that dared to drag him down, her little boy courageous. who chose his words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. Hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts. they all spoke through you. Hey Jack, now for the tricky part, when you were the brightest star, who were the shadows? Of the San Francisco beat boys you were the favorite. Now they sit and rattle their bones and think of their blood stoned days. You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. The hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts, in Chinatown howling at night. Allen baby, why so jaded? Have the boys all grown up and their beauty faded? Billy, what a saint they've made you, just like Mary down in Mexico on All Souls' Day. You chose your words from mouths of babes got lost in the wood. Cool junk booting madmen, street minded girls in Harlem, howling at night. What a tear stained shock of the world, you've gone away without saying goodbye. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - The Earth Pressed Flat (2001)
I see the leaves of autumn changing falling turning what was green
I see a door standing open, open to curiosity we could be together tear it all apart would you ever notice what was hidden in my heart heartstrong do we ever listen closely as willows start to weep there as we stood upon the threshold who said forever was for keeps? would you ever notice what was hidden in my heart, my deep heart is reeling forward and steady on to keep, who made me miss the last ferry? who made this river so deep? |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Our Time In Eden (1992)
"My, how you've grown."
I remember that phrase from my childhood days too "Just wait and see." I remember those words and how they chided me, when patient was the hardest thing to be. Because we can't make up for the time that we've lost, I must let these memories provide. No little girl can stop her world to wait for me. I should have known. At your age, in a string of days the year is gone. But in that space of time, it takes so long. Because we can't make up for the time that we've lost, I must let those memories provide. No little girl can stop her world to wait for me. Every time we say goodbye you're frozen in my mind as the child that you never will be, you never will be again. I'll never be more to you than a stranger could be. Every time we say goodbye you're frozen in my mind as a child that you never will be, will be again. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
Well, I hope that I don't fall in love with you
'Cause falling in love just makes me blue Well, the music plays and you display your heart for me to see I had a beer and now I hear you calling out for me And I hope that I don't fall in love with you Well, the room is crowded, people everywhere And I wonder, should I offer you a chair Well, if you sit down with this old clown, take that frown and break it Before the evening's gone away, I think that we could make it And I hope that you don't fall in love with me Well, the night does funny things inside a man These old tomcat feelings you don't understand Well, I turn around and look at you, you light a cigarette I wish I had the guts to bum one, but we've never met And I hope that I don't fall in love with you I can see that you are lonesome just like me And it being late, you'd like some some company Well, I turn around and look at you, and you look back at me The guy you're with has up and split, the chair next to you's free And I hope that you don't fall in love with me Now it's closing time and the music's fading ou Last call for drinks, I'll have another stout Well, I turn around to look for you, you're nowhere to be found I search the place for your lost face, guess I'll have another round And I think that I just fell in love with you |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Our Time In Eden (1992)
( Merchant )
( bassoons: Kim Laskowski & Atsuko Sato ) It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be. Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe. His eyes have gone away, escaping over time. He rules a crowded nation inside his mind. He knows that night like his hand. He knows every move he made. Late shift, the bell that rang, a time card won't fade. 10:05 his truck pulled home. 10:05 he climbed his stair, about the time he was accused of being there. But I'm not the man. He goes free as I wait on the row for the man to test the rope he'll slip around my throat... and silence me. On the day he was tried no witnesses testified. Nothing but evidence, not hard to falsify. His own confession was a prosecutor's prize, made up of fear, of rage and of outright lies. But I'm not the man. He goes free as the candle vigil glows, as they burn my clothes. As the crowd cries, "Hang him slow!" and I feel my blood go cold, he goes free. Call out the KKK, they're wild after me. And with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal, they'd love to serve me up my final meal. Who'll read my final rite and hear my last appeal? Who struck this devil's deal? |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - MTV Unplugged [live] (1993)
It crawls on his back, won't ever let him be.
Stares at the walls until the cinder blocks can breathe. His eyes have gone away, escaping over time. He rules a crowded nation inside his mind. He knows that night like his hand. He knows every move he made. Late shift, the bell that rang, a time card won't fade. 10:05 his truck pulled home. 10:05 he climbed his stair, about the time he was accused of being there. But I'm not the man. He goes free as I wait on the row for the man to test the rope he'll slip around my throat... and silence me. On the day he was tried no witnesses testified. Nothing but evidence, not hard to falsify. His own confession was a prosecutor's prize, made up of fear, of rage and of outright lies. But I'm not the man. He goes free as the candle vigil glows, as they burn my clothes. As the crowd cries, "Hang him slow!" and I feel my blood go cold, he goes free. Call out the KKK, they're wild after me. And with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal, they'd love to serve me up my final meal. Who'll read my final rite and hear my last appeal? Who struck this devil's deal? |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Our Time In Eden (1992)
If You Intend
if you intend to live again open your eyes and don't pretend you're feeling there's nothing worth believing if you persist you'll die like this and wither in the midst of your first season cut down with no reason how can you be so near and not see everything? if you intend to live again take the outstretched hand of the one that needs you it's been so long, we've missed you why do you intend to speed your end lye in the dark and let your limbs grow weaker sinking low then deeper? how can you be so near and not see everything? feel what might be see what I see again and again and again say you don't you say you don't, but you will |
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from 10000 Maniacs - The Earth Pressed Flat (2001)
lyrics/music - Mimi Fariña
In the quiet morning there was much despair and in the hours that followed no one could repair That poor girl tossed by the tides of misfortune Barely here to tell her tale Rolled in on a sea of disaster Rolled out on a mainline rail She once walked tight by my side I'm sure she walked by you Her striding steps could not deny Torment from a child who knew That in the quiet morning there would be despair and in the hour that followed no one could repair That poor girl she cried out her song so loud it was heard the whole world round (A symphony of violence The great southwest unbound) In the quiet morning there was much despair and in the hour that followed no one could repair That poor girl tossed by the tides of misfortune Barely here to tell her tale Rolled in on a sea of disaster Rolled out on a mainline rail |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Our Time In Eden (1992)
Jezebel
to think of my task is chilling to know I was carefully building the mask I was wearing for two years, swearing I'd tear it off I've sat in the dark explaining to myself that I'm straining too hard for feelings I ought to find easily called myself Jezebel I don't believe before I say that the vows we've made weigh like a stone in my heart family is family, don't let this tear us apart you lie there, an innocent baby I feel like the thief who is raiding your home entering and breaking and taking in every room I know your feelings are tender inside you the embers still glow but I'm a shadow, I'm only a bed of blackened coal call myself Jezebel for wanting to leave I'm not saying I'm replacing love for some other word to describe the sacred tie that bound me to you I'm just saying we've mistaken one for thousands of words and for that mistake I've caused you such pain that I damn that word! I've no more ways to hide that I'm a desolate and hollow place inside I'm not saying I'm replacing love for some other word to describe the sacred tie that bound me to you I'm not saying love's a plaything no, it's a powerful word inspired by strong desire to bind myself to you how I wish that we never had tried to be man and his wife to weave our lives into a blindfold over both our eyes |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - MTV Unplugged [live] (1993)
To know I was carefully building the mask I was wearing for two years, swearing I'd tear it off.
I've sat in the dark explaining to myself that I'm straining too hard for feelings I ought to find easily. Called myself Jezebel. I don't believe. Before I say that the vows we made weigh like a stone in my heart. Family is family, don't let this tear us apart. You lie there, an innocent baby. I feel like the thief who is raiding your home, entering and breaking and taking in every room. I know your feelings are tender and that inside you the embers still glow. But I'm a shadow, I'm only a bed of blackened coal. Call myself Jezebel for wanting to leave. I'm not saying I'm replacing love for some other word to describe the sacred tie that bound me to you. I'm just saying we've mistaken one for thousands of words. And for that mistake, I've caused you such pain that I damn that word. I've no more ways to hide that I'm a desolate and empty, hollow place inside. I'm not saying I'm replacing love for some other word to describe the sacred tie that bound me to you. I'm not saying love's a plaything. No, it's a powerful word, inspired by strong desire to bind myself to you. How I wish that we never had tried to be man and his wife, to weave our lives into a blindfold over both our eyes. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Blind Man's Zoo (1989)
He fills the flower vases
Trims the candle bases Takes small change from the poor box Tyler has the key He takes nail and hammer To tack up the banner of felt scraps glued together reading, "Jesus Lives in Me" Alone in the night he mocks the words of the preacher: "God is feeling your every pain" Repair the Christmas stable Restore the plaster angel Her lips begin to crumble and her robes begin to peel For Bible study in the church basement Hear children Gospel citing Matthew 17:15 Alone in the night he mocks the arms of the preacher raised to the ceiling "Tell God your pain" To him the world's defiled In Lot he sees a likeness there He swears this Sodom will burn down. Near Sacred Blood there's a dance hall Where Tyler Glen saw a black girl and a white boy kissing shamelessly Black hands on white shoulders White hands on black shoulders Dancing, and you know what's more He's God's mad disciple, A righteous title for the Word he heard He so misunderstood Though simple-minded, a crippled man, to know this man's to fear this man To shake when he comes Wasn't it God that let Puritans in Salem Do what they did to the unfaithful? Boys at the Jubilee Slowly sink into brown-bag whiskey drinking And reeling on their feet Girls at the Jubilee In low-cut dresses yield to the caresses and the man-handling Black hands on white shoulders White hands on black shoulders Dancing, and you know what's more Through the tall blades of grass he Heads for the Jubilee With a bucket in his right hand Full of rags soaked in gasoline He lifts the shingles in the dark and slips the rags there underneath He strikes a matchstick on the box side and watches the rags ignite He climbs the bell tower of the Sacred Blood to watch the flames Rising higher toward the trees Sirens wailing now toward the scene |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - The Wishing Chair (1985)
On one morning
In the month of may When all the birds Were singing I saw a lovely maiden stray Across the fields at break of day She softly sung her roundelay The tide flows in The tide flows out Twice every day returning Her cheeks were red Her eyes were brown Her hair in ringlets hanging down Upon her face to hide the frown Just as the tide was a flowing The tide flows in The tide flows out Twice everyday returning A sailor's wife at home must bide She halted heavily she sighed "he parted from poor me , a bride I'm widowed by the sea" she cried Just as the tide was a flowing The tide flows in The tide flows out Twice every day returning |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
( Iris DeMent )
( From her debut album: Infamous Angel ) Chorus: Everybody's wondering what and where they all came from Everybody's worrying 'bout where they're gonna go When the whole thing's done Nobody knows for certain, And so it's all the same to me I Think I'll just let the mystery be Some say once gone, you're gone forever Some say you're gonna come back Some say you rest in the arms of the Savior if in sinful ways you lack Some say that they're comin' back in a garden Bunch of carrots and little sweet peas I Think I'll just let the mystery be Some say they're going to place called Glory And I ain't sayin' it ain't a fact But I've heard that I'm on the road to purgatory And I don't like the sound of that I believe in love and I live my life accordingly But I choose to let the mystery be |
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from 10000 Maniacs - In My Tribe (1987)
Color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey.
Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again. Shiver in my bones, just thinking about the weather. Quiver in my lip as if I might cry. Well by the force of will my lungs are filled and so I breathe. Lately it seems this big bed is where I never leave. Shiver in my bones, just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my voice as I cry, What a cold and a rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away? Hear the sound of a noon bell chime. Well I'm far behind. You've put in 'bout half a day while here I lie With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my voice as if I might cry, What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away? Do I need someone here to scold me or do I need someone who'll grab and pull me out of four poster dull torpor pulling downward. For it is such a long time since my better days. I say my prayers nightly this will pass away. The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the blinds. Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my voice as if I might cry, A cold and a rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away? A cold and a rainy day I shiver, quiver, and try to wake. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - MTV Unplugged [live] (1993)
The color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey.
Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again. With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my lips as if I might cry. Well by the force of will my lungs are filled and so I breathe. Lately it seems this big bed is where I never leave. Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. Quiver in my voice as I cry, "What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away." I hear the sound of a noon bell chime. Now I'm far behind. You've put in 'bout half a day while here I lie with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my lip as if I might cry, "What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?" Do I need someone here to scold me or do I need someone who'll grab and pull me out of this four poster dull torpor pulling downward. For it is such a long time since my better days. I say my prayers nightly this will pass away. The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the blinds. Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again with a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my voice as I cry, "What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away?" I shiver, quiver, and try to wake. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
Color of the sky as far as I can see is coal grey.
Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again. Shiver in my bones, just thinking about the weather. Quiver in my lip as if I might cry. Well by the force of will my lungs are filled and so I breathe. Lately it seems this big bed is where I never leave. Shiver in my bones, just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my voice as I cry, What a cold and a rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away? Hear the sound of a noon bell chime. Well I'm far behind. You've put in 'bout half a day while here I lie With a shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my voice as if I might cry, What a cold and rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away? Do I need someone here to scold me or do I need someone who'll grab and pull me out of four poster dull torpor pulling downward. For it is such a long time since my better days. I say my prayers nightly this will pass away. The color of the sky is grey as I can see through the blinds. Lift my head from the pillow and then fall again Shiver in my bones just thinking about the weather. A quiver in my voice as if I might cry, A cold and a rainy day. Where on earth is the sun hid away? A cold and a rainy day I shiver, quiver, and try to wake. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - The Wishing Chair (1985)
( music: Robert Buck/lyric: Natalie Merchant )
come as we go far away from the noise of the street walk a path so narrow to a place where we feel at ease some think it is haunting to be drawn to the cemetery ground as we there's a stillness here thankful found child's pose angelic a stone lamb at her feet part the matted overgrowth to read the carven elegy some think it so haunting to be drawn to the cemetery ground as we there's a stillness here thankful found born in New Albion of Rice family elite wed to Myron Bilowe thrice with sons blessed was she some think it so haunting to be drawn to the cemetery ground as we God's acre is a fenced in hollow ground here soon to rise up Amelia tender and sweet her last words spoke all is well all is peace some think it so haunting to be drawn to the cemetery ground as we God's acre is a fenced in hollow ground |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Love Among The Ruins (1997)
The sky was falling, heaven was calling.
When danger crashes, rose from the ashes. Like two statues hidden inside ancient rock, we were praying for the secrets to unlock. And when the sun had turned its back on us, in the dark our love kept track of us, pushed together by the lack of love. We held each other tightly through our hell of dreams. I still hear the never-endig echo of those screams. But it's a life not made for reliving, it's a life that makes your soul forgiving. We sealed our bond from the beginning. Aching, affection, vulnerable protection; falling, captured, crawling, rapture. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - The Wishing Chair (1985)
( music: Natalie Merchant/lyric: Natalie Merchant )
the legs of Maddox kitchen tables my whole life twisted on a lathe in a foreman's torrent my first English was "faster boy if you want your pay" barking commands loud and simple we could all obey then I was forever pulling silvers rubbed the sawdust always deeper in my eye varnish vapor that could linger on my skin it held tight the whine of spinning blades still echoes to bother my sleep at night see that ox stamped dead center on the letter head of the company mail four decades a spitting image of the animal I portrayed at Maddox Table a yoke was carved for my neck sun through the window oil spattered and in mason jars tricked plenty seeds thrive the standing joke around the shop was with my green thumb anything'd grow my part was to laugh show and ornery jig had cut it at the knuckle bone see that ox trade mark burned into every stick of furniture from horn to tail four decades a spitting image of the animal I portrayed at Maddox Table a yoke was carved for my neck was tailor made o my Dolly was a weak not a burdened girl treat her to a piece of vaudville a Wintergarden moving picture show Bemus Point on July Sundays by trolley we'd go to your benefit we's strike or bargain with the waving fist a union man not just for smokes spirits candy and cologne but for automobile keys cash in the bank and the deed on a place called home |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Love Among The Ruins (1997)
I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing Fallen leaves in the night Who can say where they're blowing As free as the wind And hopefully learning Why the sea on the tide Has no way of turning More than this - you know there is nothing More than this - tell me one thing More than this - you know there is nothing It was fun for a while There was no way of knowing Like a dream in the night Who can say where we're going No care in the world Maybe I'm learning Why the sea on the tide Has no way of turning More than this - you know there is nothing More than this - tell me one thing More than this - (you know) there is nothing oooh... |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - The Wishing Chair (1985)
( lyrics: Natalie Merchant & Michael Walsh/music: J.C.Lombardo )
she borders the pavement flanks avenues parades pass white glove attended by my mother the war she'll raise a shaft lift a banner toss a rose my mother the war she's made every effort to salvage the few bought fourteen liberty bonds my mother the war mother the war she knows every neighbor chats at their doors compare econosize electric appliances my mother the war share tea and a seat by my cradle with my mother the war mother the war caressing the globe touch on his isle she wrings hands in pensive waiting my mother the war haunts her doorway begs her postman is there word for my mother the war momentos of distant vigil three years each tour "hands of god enfold him" prayed my mother the war mother the war in bitter defiance she's spitting the corps she's wet a brood short league for combat my mother the war well acquainted with sorrow left millions in grief my mother the war fold laced carrion blood soaked robes mother the war |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
( lyrics: Natalie Merchant & Michael Walsh/music: J.C.Lombardo )
she borders the pavement flanks avenues parades pass white glove attended by my mother the war she'll raise a shaft lift a banner toss a rose my mother the war she's made every effort to salvage the few bought fourteen liberty bonds my mother the war mother the war she knows every neighbor chats at their doors compare econosize electric appliances my mother the war share tea and a seat by my cradle with my mother the war mother the war caressing the globe touch on his isle she wrings hands in pensive waiting my mother the war haunts her doorway begs her postman is there word for my mother the war momentos of distant vigil three years each tour "hands of god enfold him" prayed my mother the war mother the war in bitter defiance she's spitting the corps she's wet a brood short league for combat my mother the war well acquainted with sorrow left millions in grief my mother the war fold laced carrion blood soaked robes mother the war |
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from 10000 Maniacs - In My Tribe (1987)
( Jerome Augustyniak/Natalie Merchant )
Big plans are being made for my sister's wedding day. We'll have a ball at the Sons of Roma Hall. Family, friends come one and all. First the best man makes a toast to Rocky and my sister Rose, "A life of years free of tears. Bottoms up and lots of luck!" ' Polka, tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo Rose and Rock alone. Frankie Rizzo and his Combo play on. Single girls all hear the call from a crowd at the back wall and when the bouquet flies each one tries to be the best catch and next years bride. Uncle Sam and Uncle Joe take their places in the row. They're standing by side to side for dollar dances with the bride. Polka, tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo, Rose and Rock alone. "He's a banker, she'll be well off now." Sister Rose take your mother's place. Trade your home and your maiden name. For a list of vows and a veil of lace made a wife of you today. Now they cut the five tier cake, "That Colucci, he can bake." A frosted tower of sugar and flour for the couple of the hour. Polka, tango everyone, cha-cha, mambo Rose and Rock alone. She was born to wear that gown. Sister Rose take your mother's place. Trade your home and your maiden name. For a list of vows and a veil of lace made a wife of you today, but you're my sister Rose the same. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Our Time In Eden (1992)
You won a prize for that,
for telling lies like that So well that I believed it. And I never felt cheated. You were the chosen one, the pure eyes of Noah's dove. Choir boys and angels stole your lips and your halo. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, you only have time and your love of danger to it you're no stranger. In that August breeze of those forgotten trees, your time was set for leaving, come a colder season. In your reckless mind, you act as if you抳e got more lives In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for a chance to seize some final breath of freedom. Very, so very wise. Don't reveal it. I'm tired, tired of knowing where it is you're going. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for your love of danger to it you're no stranger. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for a chance to seize some final breath of freedom |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - MTV Unplugged [live] (1993)
I never felt cheated.
You were the chosen one, the pure eyes of Noah's dove. Choir boys and angles stole your lips and your halo. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, you only have time and your love of danger--to it your no stranger. In that August breeze of those forgotten trees, your time was set for leaving, come a colder season. In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for a chance to seize some final breath of freedom. Very, so very wise. Don't reveal it. I'm tired, tired of knowing where it is you're going. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, you only have time and your love of danger--to it you're no stranger. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for a chance to seize some final breath of freedom |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
You won a prize for that,
for telling lies like that So well that I believed it. And I never felt cheated. You were the chosen one, the pure eyes of Noah's dove. Choir boys and angels stole your lips and your halo. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, you only have time and your love of danger to it you're no stranger. In that August breeze of those forgotten trees, your time was set for leaving, come a colder season. In your reckless mind, you act as if you抳e got more lives In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for a chance to seize some final breath of freedom. Very, so very wise. Don't reveal it. I'm tired, tired of knowing where it is you're going. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for your love of danger to it you're no stranger. In your reckless mind, you act as if you've got more lives. In your reckless eyes, it's never too late for a chance to seize some final breath of freedom |
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from 10000 Maniacs - The Earth Pressed Flat (2001)
Music by 10,000 Maniacs - Lyrics by Mary Ramsey & John Lombardo
This was once a city harmony a common theme but these complications now make life a bit uneasy hallowed buildings scrape the sky voices ride the airwaves once a city years gone by will they still be standing in thecenturies ahead going underground little children hiding, bullets never meant for them must there be such bloodshed in our hearts, our homes, ourheads? will I be walking, walking so free? this was a city once this was once a city harmony a common theme but these complications once a city, once a dream. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - In My Tribe (1987)
Now I've been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be, something good has begun I've been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one And I believe it could be, something good is bound to come For out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train Peace train take this country, come take me home again Peace train sounding louder Ride on the peace train Come on the peace train Peace train is a holy roller Everyone jump upon the peace train This is the peace train Get your bags together, come bring your good friends too Because it's getting nearer, soon it will be with you Come and join the living, it's not so far from you And it's getting nearer, soon it will all be true Peace train sounding louder Ride on the peace train Come on the peace train I've been crying lately, thinking about the world as it is Why must we go on hating, why can't we live in bliss For out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train Peace train take this country, come take me home again Peace train sounding louder Ride on the peace train Come on the peace train Peace train is a holy roller Everyone jump upon the peace train This is the peace train Come on the peace train Come on come on, come on the peace train |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
Now I've been happy lately, thinking about the good things to come
And I believe it could be, something good has begun I've been smiling lately, dreaming about the world as one And I believe it could be, something good is bound to come For out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train Peace train take this country, come take me home again Peace train sounding louder Ride on the peace train Come on the peace train Peace train is a holy roller Everyone jump upon the peace train This is the peace train Get your bags together, come bring your good friends too Because it's getting nearer, soon it will be with you Come and join the living, it's not so far from you And it's getting nearer, soon it will all be true Peace train sounding louder Ride on the peace train Come on the peace train I've been crying lately, thinking about the world as it is Why must we go on hating, why can't we live in bliss For out on the edge of darkness, there rides a peace train Peace train take this country, come take me home again Peace train sounding louder Ride on the peace train Come on the peace train Peace train is a holy roller Everyone jump upon the peace train This is the peace train Come on the peace train Come on come on, come on the peace train |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
( music: Dennis Drew/lyric: Natalie Merchant )
science is truth for life watch religion fall obsolete science will be truth for life technology as nature science truth for life in fortran tongue the answer with wealth and prominence man so near perfection possession it's an absence of interim secure no demurrer defense against divine defense against his true image human conflict number five discovery dissolved all illusion mystery destroyed with conclusion and illusion never restored any modern man can see that religion is obsolete piety obsolete ritual obsolete martyrdom obsolete prophetic vision obsolete mysticism obsolete commitment obsolete sacrament obsolete revelation obsolete |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Blind Man's Zoo (1989)
"Mercy, mercy," why didn't we hear it?
"Mercy, mercy," why did we read it buried on the last page of our morning papers? The plan was drafted, drafted in secret. Gunboats met the red tide, driven to the rum trade for the army that they created. But the bullets were bought by us, it was dollars that paid them. Please forgive us, we don't know what was done, Please forgive us, we don't know what was done in our name. There'll be more trials like this in mercenary heydays. When they're so apt to wrap themselves up in the stripes and stars and find that they are able to call themselves heroes and to justify murder by their fighters for freedom. Please forgive us, we don't know what was done. Please forgive us, we didn't know. Could you ever forgive us? I don't know how you could. I know this is no consolation. Please forgive us, we don't know what was done, Please forgive us, we didn't know. Could you ever believe that we didn't know? Please forgive us, we didn't know. I wouldn't blame you if you never could. Please forgive us, we didn't know. I wouldn't blame you if you never could. Please forgive us, and you never will. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Blind Man's Zoo (1989)
( music: Dennis Drew/words: Natalie Merchant )
Tell me what's gone wrong. I tilt my head there, under the faucet, but when I turn it on -- dry as paper. Call the neighbors. Who's to blame for what's going on? In the dark without a clue I'm just the same as you. O, they tell us there's poison in the well, that someone's been a bit untidy and there's been a small spill. Not a lot, no, just a drop. But there you are mistaken, you know you are. I wonder just how long they knew our well was poisoned but they let us just drink on. O, they tell us there's poison in the well, that someone's been a bit untidy and there's been a small spill. All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea. Someone's been a bit untidy, they'll have it cleaned up in a week. But the week is over and now it's grown into years since I was told that I should be calm, there's nothing to fear here. But I drank that water for years, my wife and my children. Tell me, where to now, if your fight for a bearable life can be fought and lost in you backyard? O, don't tell us there's poison in the well, that someone's been a bit untidy, that there's been a small spill. All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea. Someone's been a bit untidy, they'll have it cleaned up in a week. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
( music: Dennis Drew/words: Natalie Merchant )
Tell me what's gone wrong. I tilt my head there, under the faucet, but when I turn it on -- dry as paper. Call the neighbors. Who's to blame for what's going on? In the dark without a clue I'm just the same as you. O, they tell us there's poison in the well, that someone's been a bit untidy and there's been a small spill. Not a lot, no, just a drop. But there you are mistaken, you know you are. I wonder just how long they knew our well was poisoned but they let us just drink on. O, they tell us there's poison in the well, that someone's been a bit untidy and there's been a small spill. All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea. Someone's been a bit untidy, they'll have it cleaned up in a week. But the week is over and now it's grown into years since I was told that I should be calm, there's nothing to fear here. But I drank that water for years, my wife and my children. Tell me, where to now, if your fight for a bearable life can be fought and lost in you backyard? O, don't tell us there's poison in the well, that someone's been a bit untidy, that there's been a small spill. All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea. Someone's been a bit untidy, they'll have it cleaned up in a week. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Love Among The Ruins (1997)
On bended knee I've looked through every window then.
Touched the bottom, the night a sleepless day instead; a day when love came, came easy like what's lost now found. Beneath a blinding light that would surround. We were without, in doubt, we were about saving for a rainy day. I crashed through floors of laughter, then. In a blind science, no ties would moor us to this room. A day when love came, came easy like what's lost now found. And you would save me, and I held you like you were my child. If I were you, defiant you, alone upon a troubled way. I would send my heart to you to save it for a rainy day. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - The Wishing Chair (1985)
( music: John Lombardo & Robert Buck/lyric: Natalie Merchant )
power dizzy with it stumble detail a chance for us to quarrel anger my head is shaken violent if i could calm or restrain you for the sake of pity save the pistol save the cynics tongue save the cool white stare and treat me to an honest face sometime amaze me now trust is the greatest human error empty used me as a vessel ruthless you're not known for subtlety if i could calm or restrain you for the sake of pity save the pistol save the cynic's tongue save the cool white stare and treat me to an honest face sometime amaze me now artful well there's quite a skill to torture half smile was it all you could deliver token so hard to be pleasant if you could calm or restrain it for the sake of pity save the pistol save the cynic's tongue save the cool white stare and treat me to an honest face sometime amaze me now |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
( music: John Lombardo & Robert Buck/lyric: Natalie Merchant )
power dizzy with it stumble detail a chance for us to quarrel anger my head is shaken violent if i could calm or restrain you for the sake of pity save the pistol save the cynics tongue save the cool white stare and treat me to an honest face sometime amaze me now trust is the greatest human error empty used me as a vessel ruthless you're not known for subtlety if i could calm or restrain you for the sake of pity save the pistol save the cynic's tongue save the cool white stare and treat me to an honest face sometime amaze me now artful well there's quite a skill to torture half smile was it all you could deliver token so hard to be pleasant if you could calm or restrain it for the sake of pity save the pistol save the cynic's tongue save the cool white stare and treat me to an honest face sometime amaze me now |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Love Among The Ruins (1997)
Something was pulling me without knowing what was leading me on:
your shining light. In my darkest hour the only way to bring the dawn was your shining light. But you're unaware your shining light is even on. Like with a little glance when you take me by surprise and I take a chance and see it all through your eyes. Free me from my history and show me where to draw the line, by lighting up the mystery, and you don't even know that it shines. I'm not worried now about flying too close to the sun. When December skies are cold, you know I will always run to your shining light. I won't abuse it so please just let it glow behind your smile. Let me use it, let me feel the warmth like a little child who understands your glance, though it takes me by surprise. And I take a chance and I see it all through your eyes. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - The Earth Pressed Flat (2001)
Music by 10,000 Maniacs - Lyrics by Mary Ramsey & John Lombardo
When the day ends and church bells are ringing when the valley is shroudedin snow, when you're feeling that hope somewhere vanished and there's no poetry left to console you, with the smallest step you'll find a way oh of fate borne and life is a jewel but stone will tarnish as dust will descend take a minute and wipe free the lustre, it'll mirror a day without end with the smallest step you'll feel it starts a journey your way. oh they tried to tell me but I'll learn for myself and when they tried to tell me you know the words disappeared on the wind I was running away and when the laughter echoes through you in a pale beaming ray and you'll know always and ever within you anyway. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
( David Bowie )
Didn't know what time it was, the lights were low I leaned back on my radio Some cat was layin' down some rock'n'roll lotta soul, he said Then the loud sound did seem to fade Came back like a slow voice on a wave of phase That weren't no D.J. that was hazy cosmic jive CHORUS There's a starman waiting in the sky He'd like to come and meet us But he thinks he'd blow our minds There's a starman waiting in the sky He told us not to blow it 'Cause he knows it's all worthwhile He told me: Let the children lose it Let the children use it Let all the children boogie I had to phone someone so I picked on you Hey, that's far out so you heard him too! Switch on the TV we may pick him up on channel two Look out your window I can see his light If we can sparkle he may land tonight Don't tell your poppa or he'll get us locked up in fright CHORUS (2*) |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Our Time In Eden (1992)
Stockton Gala Days
that summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy wild apple blossoms everywhere emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me there was no girl as warm as you how I've learned to please to doubt myself in need you'll never, you'll never know that summer fields grow high we made garland crowns in hiding pulled stems of flowers from my hair blue in the stream like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me there was no girl as bold as you how I've learned to please to doubt myself in need you'll never, you'll never know you'll never know... violet serene like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me there was no girl as warm as you how I've learned to please to doubt myself in need you'll never, you'll never know you'll never know... that summer fields grow high we had wildflower fever we had to lay down where they grow how I've learned to hide, how I've locked inside you'd be surprised if shown but you'll never, you'll never know |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - MTV Unplugged [live] (1993)
That summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy.
Wild apple blossoms everywhere. Emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me. There was no girl as warm as you. How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need, you'll never, you'll never know. The summer fields grow high. We made garland crowns in hiding, pulled stems of flowers from my hair. Blue in the stream like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me. There was no girl as bold as you. How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need, you'll never, you'll never know. You'll never know. Violet serene like none I have set apart from dreams that escape me. There was no girl as warm as you. How I've learned to please, to doubt myself in need. You'll never, you'll never know. You'll never know. That summer fields grow high. We had wildflower fever. We had to lay down where they grow. How I've learned to hide, how I've locked inside, you'd be surprised if shown. But you'll never, you'll never know. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
Stockton Gala Days
that summer fields grew high with foxglove stalks and ivy wild apple blossoms everywhere emerald green like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me there was no girl as warm as you how I've learned to please to doubt myself in need you'll never, you'll never know that summer fields grow high we made garland crowns in hiding pulled stems of flowers from my hair blue in the stream like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me there was no girl as bold as you how I've learned to please to doubt myself in need you'll never, you'll never know you'll never know... violet serene like none I have seen apart from dreams that escape me there was no girl as warm as you how I've learned to please to doubt myself in need you'll never, you'll never know you'll never know... that summer fields grow high we had wildflower fever we had to lay down where they grow how I've learned to hide, how I've locked inside you'd be surprised if shown but you'll never, you'll never know |
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from 10000 Maniacs - Campfire Songs: The Popular, Obscure And Unknown Recordings Of 10,000 Maniacs (2004)
frail hinges pivot
on a cases door commemorative souvenirs from places containers change with each occasion cellophane encased displaying paper certificate credit years of service a tool of central enterprises the early hope for permanence the words the rings consistency and social security the miracles high tragedy a thought mistaken for a memory dress lenghts assassinations fractured family ties christenings local posts they list your friends in order of disappearance lawn scattered tins feed birds the portion baked for absent guests mass edition icon god sent comfort is your salvation but who grants absolution for sins that never were committed tension makes a tangle of each thought becomes inconvenience sound never penetrate as servile edges break and faint a thought mistaken for a memory clear the dust from smiles in boxes cross a patterned floor recall the voices |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - The Wishing Chair (1985)
As frail hinges
Pivot on a case's door Commemorative Souvenirs from places Containers change With each occasion A cellophane encased Display of paper Certificate To credit years of service A tool of central enterprises The early hope For permanence The words The rings Consistency The social security A miracle is high tragedy Thought mistaken For a memory Clear the dust from Smiles in boxes Pass a patterned wall Recall their voices A local post Will list your friends In order of Disappearance The lawn scattered Tins feed birds A portion baked for Absent guests And the mass edition icon God sent comfort Your salvation But who grants absolution For sins that Never were committed Tension makes a tangle Of each thought Becomes an inconvenience Sound as it never penetrates As servile edges Break and Feint Thought mistaken For a memory A dress length Assassination A fractured family tie Another christening Christening Christening Christening |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Blind Man's Zoo (1989)
( music: Jerome Augustyniak/words: Natalie Merchant )
Detroit to D.C. night train, Capitol, parts East. Lone young man takes a seat. And by the rhythm of the rails, reading all his mother's mail from a city boy in a jungle town postmarked Saigon. He'll go live his mother's dream, join the slowest parade he'll ever see. Her weight of sorrows carried long and carried far. "Take these, Tommy, to The Wall." Metro line to the Mall site with a tour of Japanese. He's wandering and lost until a vet in worn fatigues takes him down to where they belong. Near a soldier, an ex-Marine with a tattooed dagger and eagle trembling, he bites his lip beside a widow breaking down. She takes her Purple Heart, makes a fist, strikes The Wall. All come to live a dream, to join the slowest parade they'll ever see. Their weight of sorrows carried long and carried far, taken to The Wall. It's 40 paces to the year that he was slain. His hand's slipping down The Wall for it's slick with rain. How would life have ever been the same if this wall had carved in it one less name? But for Christ's sake, he's been dead over 20 years. He leaves the letters asking, "Who caused my mother's tears, was it Washington or the Viet Cong?" Slow deliberate steps are involved. He takes them away from the black granite wall toward the other monuments so white and clean. O, Potomac, what you've seen. Abraham had his war too, but an honest war. Or so it's taught in school. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - The Wishing Chair (1985)
( music: Robert Buck/lyric: Natalie Merchant )
here is the store house of Her Majesty well guarded by sentry but looks are free call this the rayless and benighted age witches by tallow candles shifted shifted their shapes here is the pestle and mortar that ground the poison seed a lute, a suit for jousting and the poems of a balladeer when all the Latin books were copied off in golden script well hoarded away in a monastery crypt superstition superstition beyond belief over mountain, over dune and over sea crude map and compass lead the caravan and lead the fleet here's the loot and plunder they bore home ivory tusk inlaid with precious stone raw silk and spices by the barrel load a soft skin drum with mallets of human bone a world wide rampage rampage of greed so here the tour concludes The Colonial Wing the rooms of the most refined museum property an early pair of spectacles a claw footed divan ornate clocks with birds that strut on the half hours and quarter hours hear them chime |
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from 10000 Maniacs - The Earth Pressed Flat (2001)
Detroit, L.A., Boston, San Francisco,
first time o'er the ocean on a plane a billion stars below me lay, circle slowly JFK, so much there to see inside of a week they came looking for something new try to press it flat inside of a few days Old Dominion Saturday, Arlington's eternal flame Sunday tour Niagara Falls in the mist. Monday I'll be heading south New Orleans the Cajun sound Tuesday's Tupelo Elvis's home . . . try to press it flat inside of a few days what a wonderful stay, on a mule Grand Canyon ride on Wednesday, hope to get to Denver in a day Friday ride to Washington, in the glacial mountain sun hop a train for Canada to the east they came looking for something new try to press it flat inside of a few days what a wonderful stay |
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