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10,000 Maniacs lyrics

Album: Our Time in Eden [1992]

Tracks13
 01 Noah's Dove
 02  These Are Days
 03 Eden
 04 Few and Far Between
 05 Stockton Gala Days
 06  Gold Rush Brides
 07 Jezebel
 08 How You've Grown
 09 Candy Everybody Wants
 10 Tolerance
 11 Circle Dream
 12 If You Intend
 13  I'm Not the Man
all 10,000 Maniacs lyrics



These Are Days
[ buck/merchant ]

[ percussion: paulinho da costa ]

These are days youíll remember.
Never before and never since, I promise, will the whole world be warm as this.
And as you feel it, youíll know itís true that you are blessed and lucky.
Itís true that you are touched by something that will grow and bloom in you.

These are days youíll remember.
When may is rushing over you with desire to be part of the miracles you see in every hour.
Youíll know itís true that you are blessed and lucky.
Itís 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 itís way across your face.
And when you do youíll know how it was meant to be.
See the signs and know their meaning.
Itís true, youíll know how it was meant to be.
Hear the signs and know theyíre speaking to you, to you.


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Gold Rush Brides
[ 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?
Thereís 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 manís 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 minerís lust for gold.
A familyís 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.back to top
I'm Not the Man
[ merchant ]

[ bassoons: kim laskowski & atsuko sato ]

It crawls on his back, wonít 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 wonít fade.
10:05 his truck pulled home.
10:05 he climbed his stair, about the time he was accused of being there.

But Iím not the man.
He goes free as I wait on the row for the man to test the rope heíll 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 prosecutorís prize,
Made up of fear, of rage and of outright lies.

But Iím 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, theyíre wild after me.
And with that frenzied look of half-demented zeal,
Theyíd love to serve me up my final meal.
Whoíll read my final rite and hear my last appeal?
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