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10,000 Maniacs lyrics

Album: Blind Man's Zoo [1989]

Tracks11
 01  Eat for Two
 02  Please Forgive Us
 03  The Big Parade
 04 Trouble Me
 05 You Happy Puppet
 06  Headstrong
 07  Poison in the Well
 08  Dust Bowl
 09 The Lion's Share
 10  Hateful Hate
 11  Jubilee
all 10,000 Maniacs lyrics



Eat for Two
[ 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 kingís men with all their help struggled ítil the end for a shell they couldnít 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 couldnít 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? Iím stumbling.
Breathe for two? I canít breathe.
Five months , how it grows.
Five months now, I begin to show.back to top
Please Forgive Us
[ music: robert buck/words: natalie merchant ]


"mercy, mercy," why didnít 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 donít know what was done in our name.
Thereíll be more trials like this in mercenary heydays.
When theyíre 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 donít know what was done.
Please forgive us, we didnít know.
Could you ever forgive us?
I donít know how you could.
I know this is no consolation.

Please forgive us, we didnít know.
Could you ever believe that we didnít know?
Please forgive us, we didnít know.
I wouldnít blame you if you never could, and you never will.back to top
The Big Parade
[ 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.back to top
Headstrong
[ music: natalie merchant/words: natalie merchant ]


To your common sense firm arguments
I wonít listen to your voice of reason trying to change my mind.
I mind my feelings and not your words.
Didnít you notice Iím so headstrong even when I know Iím wrong?
Take this to your heart and into your head now:
Before you waste your time, call a truce and call a draw.

Whatís 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.
Didnít you notice Iím so headstrong.
Youíre talking to a deaf stone wall.
Take this to your heart and into your head now:
The old wivesí tale is true, Iíll repeat it.
All is fair in love and war, thatís how the famous saying goes.

Open up your eyes, see me for what I am:
Cast in iron, I wonít break and I wonít bend.
Take this to your heart and into your head now:
The old wivesí tale is true, Iíll repeat it.
All is fair in love and war, thatís how the famous saying goes.

If I told you we were out to sea in a bottomless boat,
Youíd try anything to save us, youíd try anything to keep us afloat.
And if we were living in a house afire,
I donít 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 wivesí tale is true, Iíll repeat it.
All is fair in love and war, thatís how the famous saying goes.
Listen, I think they were talking to you.back to top
Poison in the Well
[ music: dennis drew/words: natalie merchant ]


Tell me whatís gone wrong.
I tilt my head there, under the faucet, but when I turn it on -- dry as paper.
Call the neighbors.
Whoís to blame for whatís going on?
In the dark without a clue Iím just the same as you.

O, they tell us thereís poison in the well,
That someoneís been a bit untidy and thereís 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 thereís poison in the well,
That someoneís been a bit untidy and thereís been a small spill.
All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea.
Someoneís been a bit untidy, theyíll have it cleaned up in a week.
But the week is over and now itís grown into years since I was told that I should be calm, thereís 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, donít tell us thereís poison in the well,
That someoneís been a bit untidy, that thereís been a small spill.
All that it amounts to is a tear in a salted sea.
Someoneís been a bit untidy, theyíll have it cleaned up in a week.back to top
Dust Bowl
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.back to top
Hateful Hate
[ music: natalie merchant/words: natalie merchant ]


In the dark night a giant slumbered untouched for centuries
ítil awakened by a white manís 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 heroís 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 youíre 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...back to top
Jubilee
[ music: natalie merchant/words: natalie merchant ]

[ musical arrangement: jason osborn/first violin: krista bennion feeney/second violin: mitsuru tsubota/viola: louise schulman/cello: myron lutzke/bassoon: dennis godburn/harpsicord: robert wolin
All belonging to the sait lukeís chamber orchestra)/classical guitar: scott kuney/double bass: frank luther (all directed by jason osborn) ]

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 worldís defiled.
In lot he sees a likeness there;
He swears this sodom will burn down.
Near sacred blood thereís 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 whatís more.
Heís godís mad disciple, a righteous title, for the word he heard he so misunderstood.
Though simple minded, a crippled man, to know this man is to fear this man, to shake when he comes.
Wasnít 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 whatís 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.

-- matthew 17:15 --
-- lord have mercy onmy son
-- for he is a lunatick, and
-- sore vexed: for oftimes he
-- falleth into the fire and
-- oftimes into the wateback to top
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