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10,000 Maniacs lyrics
Album: MTV Unplugged [1993]
| These Are Days | |
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[ buck/merchant ]
[ percussion: paulinho da costa ]
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 it’s 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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| Eat for Two | |
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[ 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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| I'm Not the Man | |
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[ 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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| Hey Jack Kerouac | |
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[ robert buck/natalie merchant ]
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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| Gold Rush Brides | |
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[ buck/merchant ]
[ harmonica: charles fleischer ]
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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| Like the Weather | |
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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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| Because the Night | |
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[ springsteen/smith ]
Take me now, baby, here as I am
Hold me close, try and understand
Desire is hunger is the fire I breathe
Love is a banquet on which we feed
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They can’t hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
Have I doubt, baby, when I’m alone
Love is a ring on the telephone
Love is an angel, disguised as lust
Here in our bed ’til the morning comes
Come on now, try and understand
The way I feel under your command
Take my hand, come under cover
They can’t hurt you now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
With love we sleep, with doubt the vicious circle turns, and burns
Without you, I cannot live, forgive the yearning burning
I believe in love too real to feel, take me now, take me now, take me now
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to lust
Because the night belongs to lovers
Because the night belongs to us
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