10.000 Maniacs...!
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10.000 Maniacs...!
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. ::: A Room For Everything ::: You were looking away from me, western skies calling you. Colors spilling, running dazzling you. I was looking the other way, voices call from the east, I saw my roots of the trees there planted at my feet. It could be I'm searching for a place so small with room for everything where worlds on worlds revolve. But how can we wait? I wouldn't hold you back. suppose I was the clere one and words came easy to me. I could say I was writing a song about you and me. Maybe that verse is yet tobe found, but waits inside of me, a secret room, a tangled web to unweave. But how can we wait knowing our ways, how can we hold on, still you know it's not too late. ::: Across The Fields ::: Across the fields 10.000 Maniacs Well they left then in the morning, a hundred pairs of wings in the light moved together. In the colors of the morning I looked to the clouds in the cirrus sky and they'd gone. Across the marshes, across the fields below. I fell through the vines and I hoped they would catch me below. If only to take me with them there, tell me the part that shines in your heart on the wind. And the reeds blew me in the morning. Take me along to the places you've gone when my eyes looked away. Tell me the song that you sing in the trees in the dawning. Tell me the part that shines in your heart and the rays of love forever, please take me there. ::: All That Never Happens ::: She walks alone on the brick lane, A year had changed her forever, the breeze is blowing. He used to live so close here, just like her grey home. we'd look for places I can't remember. The world was safe when she knew him, she tried to hold him, hold on forever. For all that never happens and all that never will be, The earth was raw in her fingers, a candle burning for the love we seldom keep. she overturned it. Considered planting some flowers, no one to tend them. they wouldn't last long, It's funny how these things go, The memories made her weary, you were the answer to all the questions. she shuddered slowly, she didn't want to. As a distant summer he began to whisper, She looked into the glass, and threw a smile her way. together present past. liquid surface showing that they were melding, So where can I go from here? he didn't answer. The color fading, So close forever, She tried to hold him, hold on forever. She felt him slip from her vision. in a silent frozen sleep ::: Among The Americans ::: 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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