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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 - 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, 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 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 - 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, 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, 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, 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, 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, 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, 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - 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 - In My Tribe (1987)
( Jerome Augustyniak/Natalie Merchant )
The Painted Desert can wait till summer. We've played this game of just imagine long enough. Wait till summer? When I'm sure the rains have ended, the blooms have gone, everyone killed by the morning frost. Is a cactus blooming there in every roadside stand where the big deal is cowboy gear won in Japan? The Painted Desert can wait till summer. We've played this game of just imagine long enough. Wait till summer? When I'm sure the rains have ended and the blooms have gone, everyone killed by the morning frost. Is a cactus blooming there upon the Northern rim or in the ruins of the Hopi mesa dens? You met a new friend in the Canyon, or so you wrote. On a blanket in the cooling sand you and your friend agreed that the stars were so many there they seemed to overlap. The Painted Desert can wait till summer. We've played this game of just imagine long enough. Wait till summer? When I am sure the rain has ended, the blooms have gone, everyone killed by the morning frost. Was a cactus blooming there as you watched the Native boy? In Flagstaff trailer court, you wrote the line: "He kicked a tumbleweed and his mother called him home where the Arizona moon met the Arizona sun." I wanted to be there by May at the latest time. Isn't that the plan we had or have you changed your mind? I haven't read a word from you since Phoenix or Tucson. April is over will you tell me how long before I can be there? |
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from 10000 Maniacs - In My Tribe (1987)
( Natalie Merchant )
( piano: Don Grolnick/cello: Dennis Karmazyn/viola: Novi/bass: Bob Magnusson/string arrangement: David Campbell ) The man in 119 takes his tea alone. Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries. I'm hearing opera through the door. The souls of men and women, impassioned all. Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call. I fill the bath and climb inside, singing. He will not touch their pastry but every day they bring him more. Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away and then go and eat them on the shore. I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand, sing of a lover's fate sealed by jealous hate then wash my hand in the sea. With just three days more I'd have just about learned the entire score to Aida. Holidays must end as you know. All is memory taken home with me: the opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago. |
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from 10000 Maniacs - In My Tribe (1987)
( Robert Buck/Natalie Merchant )
That young boy without a name anywhere I'd know his face. In this city the kid's my favorite. I've seen him. I see him every day. Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father, the kid half naked and said to myself "O, what's the matter here?" I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses, he's their kid I stay out of it, but who gave you the right to do this? We live on Morgan Street; just ten feet between and his mother, I never see her, but her screams and cussing, I hear them every day. Threats like: "If you don't mind I will beat on your behind," "Slap you, slap you silly." made me say, "O, what's the matter here?" I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses, he's your kid, do as you see fit, but get this through that I don't approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood. "If you don't sit on this chair straight I'll take this belt from around my waist and don't think that I won't use it!" Answer me and take your time, what could be the awful crime he could do at such young an age? If I'm the only witness to your madness offer me some words to balance out what I see and what I hear. Oh these cold and lowly things that you do I suppose you do because he belongs to you and instead of love and the feel of warmth you've given him these cuts and sores don't heal with time or with age. And I want to say "What's the Matter here?" But I don't dare say. |
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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 - 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, 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 - 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, 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 - Blind Man's Zoo (1989)
( music: Natalie Merchant & Dennis Drew/words: Natalie Merchant )
Can I be unhappy? Look at what I see: a beast in furs and crowned in luxury. He's a wealthy man in the poorest land, a self-appointed king, and there's no complaining while he's reigning. The lambs are bare of fleece and cold; the lion has stolen that, I'm told. There must be some creature mighty as you are. The lambs go hungry (not fair), the biggest portion is the lion's share. There must be some creature mighty as you are. Can I be unhappy? Listen and agree, no words can shame him or tame him. The lambs are bare of fleece and cold; the lion has stolen that, I'm told. There must be some creature mighty as you are. The lambs go hungry (not fair), the biggest portion is the lion's share. There must be some creature mighty as you are, as you are. Razor claws in velvet paws, you dunce in your guarded home, 'til a stronger beast will call on you and pounce upon your throne. Do we pay? Dearly, for the lion takes so greedily and he knows that what he's taken, it is ours. That's how the wealth's divided among the lambs and king of the beasts, it is so one-sided. Until the lamb is king of the beasts we live so one-sided. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Blind Man's Zoo (1989)
Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and your worries.
Trouble me on the days when you feel spent. Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong? Trouble me. Speak to me, don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling; there's no telling where it starts or how it ends. Speak to me, why are you building this thick brick wall to defend me when your silence is my greatest fear? Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong? Speak to me. Let me have a look inside these eyes while I'm learning. Please don't hide them just because of tears. Let me send you off to sleep with a "There, there, now stop your turning and tossing." Let me know where the hurt is and how to heal. Spare me? Don't spare me anything troubling. Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and your worries. Speak to me and let our words build a shelter from the storm. Lastly, let me know what I can mend. There's more, honestly, than my sweet friend, you can see. Trust is what I'm offering if you trouble me. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Blind Man's Zoo (1989)
( music: Robert Buck/words: Natalie Merchant )
How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string? How did you learn everything that comes along with slavish funnery? Tell me something, if the world is so insane, is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head? How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string? How do you manage to live inside this tiny stage you can't leave? Tell me something, if the world is so insane, is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your nodding head? A dullard strung on the wire. When the master's gone you hang there with your eyes and your limbs so lifeless. How did they teach you to be just a happy puppet dancing on a string? How do you manage to speak, your mouth a frozen grin? A dullard strung on the wire. When the master's gone you hang there with your eyes and your limbs so lifeless. Tell me something, if the world is so insane, is it making you sane again to let another man tug at the thread that pulls up your empty wooden head? Your hollow head, your marble eyes, your wooden hands and your metal jaw pins all wait in limbo for the man who knows how to move you this way. |
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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 - 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, 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, 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, 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 - 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, 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 - 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, 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 - 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 - 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 - Our Time In Eden (1992)
These Are Days
These are These are days you’ll remember Never before and never since, I promise Will the whole world be warm as this And as you feel it, You’ll know it’s true That you – you are blessed and lucky It’s true – that you Are touched by something That will grow and bloom in you These are days you’ll remember When May is rushing over you With desire to be part of the miracles You see in every hour You’ll know it’s true That you are blessed and lucky It’s true that you are touched By something that will grow and bloom in you These are days – These are the days you might fill With laughter until you break These days you might feel A shaft of light Make its way across your face And when you do You’ll know how it was meant to be See the signs and know their meaning You’ll know how it was meant to be Hear the signs and know they’re speaking To you, to you |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - Our Time In Eden (1992)
Tolerance
The still and silence is torn with violence A loud breaking sound in the night is made Hear it grow, hear it fade. The sound you're hearing, the sound you're fearing is the hate that parades up and down our streets coming within bounds and within reach Now, inside the place we hide away we hear it near and hope it turns away Turn away ... There's something seething in the air we're breathing We learn slash and burn is the method to use Set a flame, burn it new We're overpowered We kneel, we cower, we cover our heads Feel the threat of blows that will come and the damage that will be done in its wake Now, inside this place we hide away We hear it near although it's miles away We hear it near and hope it turns away Turn away ... This house divided, we live inside it Hate's dwelling place is behind our door in fitful nights Hear it walk the floor and hear it rave as it moans and drags along its ball and chain as it moves through this house it can't escape Now inside this place we hide away We hear it near and hope it turns away Turn away .... |
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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, 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, 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, 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, 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, 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, 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 - 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 - 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, 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, 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, 10000 Maniacs - MTV Unplugged [live] (1993)
These are days you'll remember.
Never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm as this. And as you feel it, you'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky. It's true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you. These are days you'll remember. When May is rushing over you with desire to be part of the miracles you see in every hour. You'll know it's true that you are blessed and lucky. It's true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you. These are days. These are the days you might fill with laughter until you break. These days you might feel a shaft of light make its way across your face. And when you do you'll know how it was meant to be. See the signs and know their meaning. It's true, you'll know how it was meant to be. Hear the signs and know they're speaking to you, to you. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - MTV Unplugged [live] (1993)
Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries.
Trouble me on the days when you feel spent. Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong? Trouble me. Speak to me, don't mislead me, the calm I feel means a storm is swelling; there's no telling where it starts or how it ends. Speak to me, why are you building this thick brick wall to defend me when your silence is my greatest fear? Why let your shoulders bend underneath this burden when my back is sturdy and strong? Speak to me. Let me have a look inside these eyes while I'm learning. Please don't hide them just because of tears. Let me send you off to sleep with a "There, there, now stop your turning and tossing." Let me know where the hurt is and how to heal. Spare me? Don't spare me anything troubling. Trouble me, disturb me with all your cares and you worries. Speak to me and let our words build a shelter from the storm. Lastly, let me know what I can mend. There's more, honestly, than my sweet friend, you can see. Trust is what I'm offering if you trouble me. |
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from 10000 Maniacs, 10000 Maniacs - MTV Unplugged [live] (1993)
That young boy without a name I'd know his face.
In this city the kid's my favorite. I've seen him. I see him every day. Seen him run outside looking for a place to hide from his father, the kid half naked and said to myself "O, what's the matter here?" I'm tired of the excuses everbody uses, he's their kid I stay out of it, but who gave you the right to do this? We live on Morgan Street; just ten feet between and his mother, I never see her, but her screams and cussing, I hear them every day. Threats like: "If you don't mind I will beat on your behind," "Slap you, slap you silly." made me say, "O, what's the matter here?" I'm tired of the excuses everybody uses, he's your kid, do as you see fit, but get this through that I don't approve of what you did to you own flesh and blood. "If you don't sit on this chair straight I'll take this belt from around my waist and don't think that I won't use it!" Answer me and take your time, what could be the awful crime he could do at such young an age? If I'm the only witness to your madness offer me some words to balance out what I see and what I hear. All these cold and rude things that you do I suppose you do because he belongs to you and instead of love, the feel of warmth you've given him these cuts and sores won't heal with time or age. I want to say "What's the Matter here?" But I don't dare say. |
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from Natalie Merchant - Tigerlily (1995)
You were the love
for certain of my life You were simply my beloved wife I don't how for certain How I'll live my life Now alone without my beloved wife My beloved wife I can't believe I've lost the very best of me You were the love For certain of my life You were simply my beloved wife I don't know for certain How I'll live my life Now alone without my beloved wife My beloved wife I can't believe I've lost the very best of me You were the love For certain of my life For fifty years simply my beloved wife With another love I'll never lie again It's you I can't deny It's you I can't defy A depth so deep Into my grief Without my beloved soul I renounce my life As my right Now alone without my beloved wife My beloved wife My beloved wife My love is gone she suffered long In hours of pain My love is gone would it be wrong If I should surrender All the joy in my life Go with her tonight My love is gone she suffered long In hours of pain My love is gone would it be wrong If I should surrender All the joy in my life Go with her tonight |
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from Natalie Merchant - Tigerlily (1995)
Well, I've walked these streets
A virtual stage It seemed to me Makeup on their faces Actors took their places next to me Well, I've walked these streets In a carnival of sights to see All the cheap thrill-seekers The vendors and the dealers They crowded around me Have I been blind? Have I been lost inside myself and my whole mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized, by what my eyes have seen? Well, I've walked these streets In a spectacle of wealth and poverty In the diamond market The scarlet welcome carpet that they just rolled out for me And I've walked these streets In the madhouse asylum they can be Where a wild-eyed mystic prophet on a traffic island stopped And he raved of saving me Have I been blind? Have I been lost inside myself and my whole mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized, by what my eyes have seen Have I been wrong? Have I been wise to shut my eyes and play along? Hypnotized, paralyzed by what my eyes have found By what my eyes have seen What they have seen? Have I been blind? Have I been lost? Have I been wrong? Have I been wise? Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? In that great street carnival Have I been blind? Have I been lost? Have I been wrong? Have I been wise? Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? In that great street carnival, in that carnival |
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from Natalie Merchant - Tigerlily (1995)
It's a Saturday afternoon romance
Between a cowboy and a fool A druken meet up In a crude saloon A poor Rocky Mountain town He's a scoundrel And she's no pearl Together they are two lovers cruel Got her balanced on his knee He knows exactly what to say "You ain't been born 'till you get out of town And honey, You might come with me" "If you do... Spare the innocent ones I'll take you with me Together we will be drifters free" Got her tangled in his arms She's a lusting, trusting fool "No man born can rule me That I've swon But stranger if you do I'll belong to you" "If you do... Would you spare the innocent ones Would you take me with you? Can you love the land And love me too?" As he grows sober Sees his love anew In morning light so true He gets on the move On the move |
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from Natalie Merchant - Tigerlily (1995)
I may know the word
But not say it I may know the truth But not face it I may hear a sound A whisper sacred and profound But turn my head Indifferent I may know the word But not say it I may love the fruit But not taste it I may know the way To comfort and to sooth A worried face But fold my hands Indifferent If I'm on my knees I'm begging now If I'm on my knees Groping in the dark I'd be prying for deliverance From the night into the day But it's all grey here It's all grey to me I may know the word But not say it This may be the time But I might waste it This may be the hour Something move me Someone prove me wrong Before night comes With indifference If I'm on my knees I'm begging now If I'm on my knees Groping in the dark I'd be prying for deliverance From the night into the day But it's all grey here But it's all grey to me I recognize the walls inside I recognize them all I've paced between them Chasing demons down Until they fall In fitful sleep Enough to keep their strength Enough to crawl Into my head With tangled threads They riddle me to solve Again and again and agan |
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from Natalie Merchant - Tigerlily (1995)
Oooh, jealousy
Is she fine So well bred The perfect girl A social deb? Is she the sort You've always thought Could make you What you're not? Oooh, jealousy Is she bright So well read Are there novels By her bed? Is she the sort You've always said Could satisfy Your head? Oooh, my jealousy Does she talk The way I do Is her voice reminding you Of the promises The little white lies too Sometimes, tell me While she's touching Just by mistake Accidentally do you say my name |
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from Natalie Merchant - Tigerlily (1995)
Young and strong Hollywood son
In the early morning light This star fell down On Sunset Boulevard Young and strong beautiful one We embrace so close Is gone Was torn away Let the youth of America mourn Include him in their prayers Let his image linger on Repeat it everywhere With candles and flowers He was one of ours One of ours Why don't you let him be? He's gone We know Give his mother and his father peace Your vulture's candor Your casual slander You murder his memory He's gone We know It's nothing but a tragedy Lay to rest your soul and body Lay beside your name Lay to rest your rage Your hunger and amazing grace With candles and flowers You were one of ours One of ours I saw cameras expose your life I heard rumours explode with liES I saw children in tears Cry and crowd around the sight Of where you had collapsed that day Where your last breath and word Had been sighed Where your heart had burst Where you had died I saw how they were lost and grieving All half believing you were gone The loss and the pain of it Crime and the shame of it You were gone It was such a nightmare raving "How can we save him From himself" |
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from Natalie Merchant - Tigerlily (1995)
Go west
Paradise is there You'll have all that you can eat Of milk and honey over there You'll be the brightest star The world has ever seen Sun-baked slender heroine Of film and magazine Go west Paradise is there You'll have all that you can eat Of milk and honey over there You'll be the brightest light The world has ever seen The dizzy height of a jet-set life You could never dream Your pale blue eyes Strawberry hair Lips so sweet Skin so fair You're future bright Beyond compare It's rags to riches Over there San Andreas Fault Moved it's fingers Through the ground Earth divided Plates collided Such an awful sound San Andreas Fault Moved its fingers Through the ground Terra cotta shattered And the walls came Tumbling down Oh promised land Oh wicked ground Build a dream Tear it down Oh promised land What a wicked ground Build a dream Watch it all fall down |
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from Natalie Merchant - Tigerlily (1995)
How did I love you?
There was no measuring Far above this dirty world Far above everything In your tower over it You were clean So warm and insightful Were you in my life I was sure the rightful Guardian of my life Damn you betrayer How you lied But for seven years You were loved I laid golden orchid crowns Around your feet For seven years I bowed down To touch the ground So wholly your devotee You were all I could see I've got my sight now I see everything you hid So don't you try to right now All the wrong you did I might forget you But not forgive But for seven years You were loved I laid golden orchid crowns Around your feet For seven years I bowed down To touch the ground So wholly your devotee For seven years You were so revered I made offerings Of anything and everything I had You were All I could see |
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from Natalie Merchant - Tigerlily (1995)
If I ever write this letter
The pages I could write But I don't know where to send it You have vanished Heaven knows where you live Heaven only knows If I ever write this letter Bitter words it would complain Just an unrequited lover Wishing she had never Spoken your name Had ever known your name But if I ever write this letter The truth it would reveal Knowing you brought me pleasure How I'll often treasure Moments that we knew The precious The few |
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from Natalie Merchant - Tigerlily (1995)
Climbing under
A barbed wire fence By the railroad ties Climbing over The old stone wall I am bound for the riverside Well I go to the river To soothe my mind Ponder over The crazy days of my life Just sit and watch the river flow Find a place On the riverbank Where the green rushes grow See the wind In the willow tree In branches hanging low Well I go to the river To soothe my mind To Ponder over The crazy days in my life Watch the river floe Ease my mind and soul Where I go Well I go to the river From time to time Wander over These crazy days in my mind Watch the river flow Where the willow branches grow By the cool rolling waters Moving gracefully and slow Child it's lovely Let the river take it all away The mad pace, the hurry The troubles, the worries Just let the river take them all away Flow away |
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from Natalie Merchant - Tigerlily (1995)
Doctors have come from distant cities just to see me
Stand over my bed, disbelieving what they're seeing They say I must be one if the wonders of God's own creation And as far as they see they can offer no explaination Newspapers ask intimate questions, want confessions They reach into my head to steal the glory, of my story They say I must be one if the wonders of God's own creation And as far as they see they can offer no explaination Chorus: Oooh I believe, that Fate smiled and Destiny, Laughed as she came to my cradle "Know this child will be able" Laughed as my body she lifted, "Know this child will be gifted, with love, with patience, and with faith, she'll make her way, she'll make her way" People see me, I'm a challange to your balance, I'm over your heads how I confound you, and astound you to know I must be one if the wonders of God's own creation And as far as you see you can offer no explaination Oooh I believe, that Fate smiled and Destiny, Laughed as she came to my cradle "Know this child will be able" Laughed as she came to my mother "Know this child will not suffer" Laughed as my body she lifted, "Know this child will be gifted, with love, with patience, and with faith, she'll make her way, she'll make her way" "She'll make her way" Ooooh hoo hoo hoo, ooooh hooo hooo hoo |
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from Natalie Merchant - Carnival/I May Know The Word (1995)
Well, I've walked these streets
A virtual stage It seemed to me Makeup on their faces Actors took their places next to me Well, I've walked these streets In a carnival of sights to see All the cheap thrill-seekers The vendors and the dealers They crowded around me Have I been blind? Have I been lost inside myself and my whole mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized, by what my eyes have seen? Well, I've walked these streets In a spectacle of wealth and poverty In the diamond market The scarlet welcome carpet that they just rolled out for me And I've walked these streets In the madhouse asylum they can be Where a wild-eyed mystic prophet on a traffic island stopped And he raved of saving me Have I been blind? Have I been lost inside myself and my whole mind? Hypnotized, mesmerized, by what my eyes have seen Have I been wrong? Have I been wise to shut my eyes and play along? Hypnotized, paralyzed by what my eyes have found By what my eyes have seen What they have seen? Have I been blind? Have I been lost? Have I been wrong? Have I been wise? Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? In that great street carnival Have I been blind? Have I been lost? Have I been wrong? Have I been wise? Have I been strong? Have I been hypnotized, mesmerized By what my eyes have found? In that great street carnival, in that carnival |
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from Natalie Merchant - Carnival/I May Know The Word (1995)
I may know the word
But not say it I may know the truth But not face it I may hear a sound A whisper sacred and profound But turn my head Indifferent I may know the word But not say it I may love the fruit But not taste it I may know the way To comfort and to sooth A worried face But fold my hands Indifferent If I'm on my knees I'm begging now If I'm on my knees Groping in the dark I'd be prying for deliverance From the night into the day But it's all grey here It's all grey to me I may know the word But not say it This may be the time But I might waste it This may be the hour Something move me Someone prove me wrong Before night comes With indifference If I'm on my knees I'm begging now If I'm on my knees Groping in the dark I'd be prying for deliverance From the night into the day But it's all grey here But it's all grey to me I recognize the walls inside I recognize them all I've paced between them Chasing demons down Until they fall In fitful sleep Enough to keep their strength Enough to crawl Into my head With tangled threads They riddle me to solve Again and again and agan |
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from Natalie Merchant - Wonder(2) (1995)
( Ronnie Shannon )
If you want my lovin' If you really do Don't be afraid, just ask me And you know I'm gonna give it to you Oh I do declare (I do), wanna see ya willing Stretch out your arms and boy you're gonna get it 'Cause I love you Baby baby baby I love you Now ain't no doubt about it Baby I love you Baby baby baby I love you I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you If you feel you wanna kiss me Go right ahead, I don't mind All you got to do is snap your fingers And I'll come runnin', I ain't lyin' O what'cha want little boy, ya know ya got it I'll deny myself before I see you without it 'Cause I love you Baby baby baby I love you Now ain't no doubt about it Baby I love you Baby baby baby I love you I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you Some day you might wanna run away? Leave me standin' here and cryin' But if it's all the same to you baby I'm gonna stop you from sayin' goodbye Baby I love you (baby, baby) Baby I need ya (baby, baby) Baby I want ya (baby, baby) Baby I love you (baby, baby) Don't let your neighbors tell you that I don't love you Don't let your low down friends tell you I don't need you |
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from Natalie Merchant - Wonder(2) (1995)
Doctors have come from distant cities just to see me
Stand over my bed, disbelieving what they're seeing They say I must be one if the wonders of God's own creation And as far as they see they can offer no explaination Newspapers ask intimate questions, want confessions They reach into my head to steal the glory, of my story They say I must be one if the wonders of God's own creation And as far as they see they can offer no explaination Chorus: Oooh I believe, that Fate smiled and Destiny, Laughed as she came to my cradle "Know this child will be able" Laughed as my body she lifted, "Know this child will be gifted, with love, with patience, and with faith, she'll make her way, she'll make her way" People see me, I'm a challange to your balance, I'm over your heads how I confound you, and astound you to know I must be one if the wonders of God's own creation And as far as you see you can offer no explaination Oooh I believe, that Fate smiled and Destiny, Laughed as she came to my cradle "Know this child will be able" Laughed as she came to my mother "Know this child will not suffer" Laughed as my body she lifted, "Know this child will be gifted, with love, with patience, and with faith, she'll make her way, she'll make her way" "She'll make her way" Ooooh hoo hoo hoo, ooooh hooo hooo hoo |
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from One Fine Day (어느 멋진 날) by James Newton Howard [ost] (1996)
One fine day, You'll look at me And you will know our love was meant to be One fine day, You're gonna want me for your girl The arms, I long for will open wide And you'll be proud to have me right by your side One fine day, you're gonna want me for your girl Though I know you're the kind of boy who only wants to around I'll keep waiting and someday darling, you'll come to me when you want to settle down One fine day, we'll meet once more And then you'll want the love threw away before One fine day, you're gonna want me for you girl |
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from Natalie Merchant - Ophelia (1998)
People down-cast in despair
See the dis-illusion everywhere Hoping their bad luck will change It's a little harder everyday People struggle, people fight For the simple pleasures in their life The trouble comes from everywhere It's a little more than you can bear I know that it will hurt I know that it will break your heart The way things are The way they've been And the way they've always been People shallow, self-absorbed See them push and shove for their rewards With nothing else on their minds You can read about it in their eyes People ruthless, people cruel The damage that some people do Full of hatred, full of pride It's enough to make you lose your mind I know that it will hurt I know that it will break your heart The way things are And the way they've been I know that it will hurt I know that it will break your heart The way things are And the way they've been Don't spread the discontent Don't spread the lies Don't make the same mistakes With your own life You know we're all a little low sometimes I know that it will hurt I know that it will break your heart The way things are And the way they've been Don't spread the discontent Don't spread the lies Don't make the same mistakes In your own life And don't disrespect yourself Don't lose your pride And don't think everybody's gonna change their side Oh no |
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from Natalie Merchant - Ophelia (1998)
I'm an effigy
A parody of Who I appear to be Put your flaming torches under me I'm an effigy A parody of Who I appear to be Put your flaming torches under me I'm an effigy A parody of Who I appear to be Put your flaming torches under me Endless so far in myself, follow me fade to Tibetan singer, Yungchen Lhamo |
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from Natalie Merchant - Ophelia (1998)
Blue, like the winter snow in the full moon
Black like the silhouettes of the trees Late blooming flowers lie frozen underneath the storms I want you to remember me that way (Faraway) I'll be gone, will you wait for me here (how long) I don't know, will you wait for me here Still as the river grows in December Silent and perfect blinding ice Spring keeps her promises No cold can keep her back I want you to remember me that way (Faraway) I'll be gone, will you wait for me here (how long) I don't know, but wait for me here (follow) don't follow me to where, where I go (Faraway) I'll be gone, will you wait for me here (how long) I don't know, will you wait for me here (follow) don't follow me to where I've gone (follow) don't follow me to where I've gone (someday, you'll take my place) And I'll wait for you here |
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from Natalie Merchant - Ophelia (1998)
La-la-la-la...
You've been so kind and generous I don't know how you keep on giving For your kindness, I'm in debt to you For your selflessness, my admiration For everything you've done, you know I'm bound I'm bound to thank you for it La-la-la-la... You've been so kind and generous I don't know how you keep on giving For your kindness, I'm in debt to you And I never could have come, this far without you For everything you've done, you know I'm bound I'm bound to thank you for it La-la-la-la... Oh, I want to thank you for so many gifts you gave The love, the tenderness, I wanna thank you I want to thank you for your generosity, the love And the honesty that you gave me I want to thank you show my gratitude My love, and my respect for you, I want to thank you Oh, I want to thank you, thank you; thank you, thank you I want to thank you, thank you; thank you, thank you |
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from Natalie Merchant - Ophelia (1998)
Farewell today
Travel on now Be on your way Go safely there And never worry Never care Beyond this day Farewell tonight To all joy And to all the light Go on Go peacefully We can't keep your majesty Be on your way Make ready for the last king of May Make a cardboard crown for him And make your voices one Praise a crazy mother's son Who loved his life Farewell today travel on now Be on your way Can't bear the very thought that we That we could keep your majesty Be on your way Make ready for the last king of May Make a hole in the ground for him Raise your voices up Drink your loving cup To his long life To his long life Make ready for the last king of May Make a hole in the sky for him Raise your voices up Lift your loving cup To his long life To his long life His long life And raise your voices up Lift your loving cup To his long life To his long life To his long life To his long life |
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from Natalie Merchant - Ophelia (1998)
It's a pity, it's a crying shame
People hold you down again How painful it must be To bruise so easily inside It's a pity, it's a downright crime It happens all the time You want to stay little daddy's girl You want to hide from the vicious world outside Don't cry, you know the tears will do no good So dry your eyes Oh, your daddy, he's the iron man battleship wrecked on dry land Your mamma she's a bitter bride She'll never be satisfied, you know And that's not right. But don't cry, you know the tears will do no good So dry your eyes Oh, they told you life is hard misery from the start, it's dull, it's slow, it's painful But I tell you life is sweet In spite of the misery There's so much more, be grateful Well, who do you believe Who will you listen to Who will it be 'cause it's high time that you decide in your own mind I've tried to comfort you I've tried to tell you to be patient They are blind, and they can't see Fortune gonna come one day They're all gonna fade away Your daddy the war machine And your momma the long and suffering Prisoner of what she cannot see For they told you life is hard Misery from the start, It's dull, it's slow, it's painful But I tell you life is sweet In spite of the misery There's so much more, be grateful So, who will you believe Who will you listen to Who will it be 'cause it's high time that you decide It's time to make up your own your own state of mind Oh they told you life is long Be thankful when it's done Don't ask for more, be grateful But I tell you life is short Be thankful because Before you know it it will be over 'cause life is sweet, life is also very short life is sweet and life is also very short life is sweet |
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from Natalie Merchant - Ophelia (1998)
Take a look at my body
Look at my hands There's so much here that I don't understand Your face-saving promises Whispered like prayers I don't need them 'cause I've been treated so wrong, I've been treated so long As if I'm becoming untouchable Well, contempt loves the silence, it thrives in the dark With fine winding tendrils that strangle the heart They say that promises sweeten the blow but I don't need them, no I don't need them I've been treated so wrong, I've been treated so long As if I'm becoming untouchable I'm a slow-dying flower In the frost-killing hour Sweet turning sour and untouchable I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness Oh I need this I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight, angel, sweet love of my life Oh I need this I'm a slow-dying flower Frost-killing hour The sweet turning sour and untouchable Do you remember the way that you touched me before All the trembling sweetness I loved and adored Your face-saving promises Whispered liked prayers I don't need them I need the darkness, the sweetness, the sadness, the weakness Oh, I need this I need a lullaby, a kiss goodnight, angel, sweet love of my life Oh, I need this Well is it dark enough Can you see me Do you want me Can you reach me Oh, I'm leaving Better shut your mouth, and hold your breath You kiss me now, you catch your death Oh, I mean this Oh, I mean this |
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from Natalie Merchant - Ophelia (1998)
Ophelia was a bride of God
A novice Carmelite, In sister cells, the cloister bells, tolled on her wedding night Ophelia was the rebel girl, a blue-stockinged suffragette Who remedied society between her cigarettes And Ophelia was the sweetheart to a nation overnight Curvaceous thighs, vivacious eyes Love was at first sight, Love was at first sight, love Ophelia was a demi-goddess In pre-war Babylon so statuesque, a silhouette in black, satin evening gowns Ophelia was the mistress to a Vegas gambling man Signora Ophelia Maraschina mafia courtesan Ophelia was the circus queen, the female cannonball projected through five flaming hoops to wild and shocked applause to wild and shocked applause hey, he-he-he-he-hey, Ophelia was a tempest, cyclone, a god-damned hurricane your common sense, your best defense lay wasted and in vain for Ophelia'd know your every woe and every pain you'd ever have She'd sympathize and dry your eyes Help you to forget and help you to forget and help you to forget Ophelia's mind went wandering You'd wonder where she'd gone to secret doors down corridors she'd wander them alone all alone |
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from Natalie Merchant - Ophelia (1998)
What's it like there outside
With the living, with the living Here I've found a place I can hide >From the living, from the living Because I don't care to stay with the living Oh, the bottle has been to me My closest friend, my worst enemy Full of flavor I walked a fine line Squandered it all and wasted my time And I don't stand a chance among the living For the lovers I've gambled and lost Count my mistakes whatever the cost I'll go off, I'll make myself scarce Oh, come tomorrow You won't find me here Because I don't care to stay with the living I don't think I'll remain with the living And I don't care to stay with the living No, I don't care to stay |
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from Natalie Merchant - Ophelia (1998)
Remember how it all began
The apple and the fall of man The price we pay So the people say Down the path of shame it led us Dared to bite the hand That fed us fairy tale and moral end Wheel of Fortune Never turns again Never turns again The worst of it has come and gone And the chaos of millenium And the falling out of the doomsday crowd Their last retreat is moving slow They burn their bridges as they go The heretic is beautified Teach the harlot's child to smile Rocked again by indecision Should we make that small incision Testify to the bleeding heart inside We cut, we scratched, we rend, we slashed And when he opened up at last Found a cul de sac Deep and black Smoke and ash Deep and black Smoke and ash The wicked king of Parodies Kissing all his enemies On the seventh day Of the seventh week Tyrant's voice is softened now But just for one forgiving hour Before the rise of his Iron fist again Fist again I've come tonight I've come to know The way we are The way we'll go And to measure this Width of the wide abyss I come to you in restless sleep Where all your dreams turn bittersweet With voodoo doll philosophies Day glow holy trinities The crooked raft that leaves the shore Ferries drunken souls aboard Pilgrims march to Compestelo Visions of their saint in yellow Follow deep in trance Lost in a catatonic dance Know no future Damn the past Blind, warm, ecstatic Safe at last |
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from Furslide - Adventure (1999)
Did you ever sense the way I wanna get away
To do what's right inside, reveal what I hide But I would break you down I'd have to break your face Spit on all your lip, and pick apart your trip If you could see the tragedy in harmony It would blow you down Can I throw you down Bits and pieces, parts of me that you can't see It would blow you down Can I show you around Please don't let me be the one to bring you down It's really not my place, to put you in your place theres just way to few of those of you, the few I love to sit and talk to, and pull the night time through |
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from Furslide - Adventure (1999)
I try to spend as much time as I can alone
Although I'm not against learning a thing or two from you The wide wide sound of life gripping then letting go I listen to my voice to reassure my own I try to hold on and try to rise above and I try too hard Sometimes faith is not enough But faith's the only saving grace I face Everything's in it's place If only you could only speak the truth tell me can you tell me what that would make of you No one seems to find the secrets hid between the walls what more can I say about you not catching my fall I try to hld on and I try to rise above and I try too hard Sometimes faith is not enough... but faith's the only saving grace I face Everything's in it's place And it seems to me we hold the rope together and so easily we fall just like a feather the other blames the other for the pulling down |
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from Furslide - Adventure (1999)
I love to wake in the morning light
the kind that sticks between your fngers I'm learning peace but I know I'll let it go For the thrill and the wonder of adventure... oh adventure, I'll follow you, adventure... I found a shiny one keep it in my hand Gonna send you a long long letter You will understand and you'll love me still Even though you should know better, Even though you should know better. yes yes yes Oh trouble follows like a friend in need and my compassion is my weakness (sweetness) Everyone is looking for that fine fine line between contentment and the troubled mind of genius of genius, I'll follow you I found a shiny one keep it in my hand gonna send you a long long letter You will understand and you'll love me still Even though, you should know better Even though, you should know better Evening falls on these island skies and soothes the weary into sleeping The strangers gather round the fireside While I silently long for the familiar for the familiar I'll follow you I found a shiny one keep it in my hand gonna send you a long long letter You will understand and you'll love me still Even though, you should know better Even though you should know better |
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from Furslide - Adventure (1999)
Make believe for hours and hours
You've got me surrendered to powers That patently proceed to devour Past the time prisoner to your fine wine gracefully you've captured my fallen Faithfully I've come to recall them Breathe you deep as you seep into my life line All the pain has gone away and all the words I love to say fall so easy to the page and slip on the glaze All the rules are thrown away from the games we love to play Kiss the lips from which we're made in my masquerade Make believe for hours and hours you and me, lovers like fireworks It's the only light I can see for miles |
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from Furslide - Adventure (1999)
The walls are filled in here with glass
My eyes are stolen with a glance And the cheap persuasion that has emptied it's perfume and left us weary has been overlooked as art I'm handed cups of tepid gleam From smiles colourless and careful My face is frozen as the winner takes his prize and all eyes turn to stare The lonelier the better and all my friends are there The click clicking of the floss A dabble here and there why I'm here and why they're there I don't know why the shaker's breaking up the peace But I heard him stare I heard him stare The lonelier the better and all my friends are there... Are they all there? |
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Subject : Natalie Merchant - Carnival
