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 ssay, «O my
river where mant 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

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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Christmas In Killarney
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The holly green, the ivy green
The prettiest picture you’ve ever seen
Is Christmas in Killarney
With all of the folks at home

It’s nice, you know, to kiss your beau
While cuddling under the mistletoe
And Santa Claus you know, of course
Is one of the boys from home

The door is always open
The neighbors pay a call
And Father John before he’s gone
Will bless the house and all

How grand it feels to click your heels
And join in the fun of the jigs and reels
I’m handing you no blarney
The likes you’ve never known
Is Christmas in Killarney
With all of the folks at home

[ alternative version of Planned Obsolescence ]

love, breaks apart is a myth of human kindness
love, breaks apart is amyth of human kindness
love, breaks apart is a myth of human kindness

panic in the worried night with the tempting, rises
panic in the worried night with the tempting, rises
panic in the worried night the tempting rises

no doubt that she’d desire blind faith in all surmises
no doubt that she’d desire blind faith in all surmises
no doubt that she’d deny blind faith in half-surmises

because

any modern man can see that
any modern man can see that

piety obsolete
faith obsolete
mysticism obsolete
prophetic vision obsolete

any modern man can see that
any modern mad can see that
love, breaks apart is a myth of human kindness
love, breaks apart is a myth of human kindness
love, breaks apart is a myth of human kindness

panic in the worried night with the tempting, rises
panic in the worried night with the tempting, rises
panic in the worried night the tempting rises

no doubt that she’d desire blind faith in all surmises
no doubt that she’d desire blind faith in all surmises
no doubt that she’d deny blind faith in half-surmises

because

any modern man can see that
any modern man can see that

piety obsolete
faith obsolete
mysticism obsolete
prophetic vision obsolete

any modern man can see that
any modern mad can see that

These are the days, ohh

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
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

[ Claus, Powell, and Hyman (The Horse Flies) ]

a woman of beauty
a woman of pain
in france or jakarta
her shadow’s the same

Chorus:
you go home with sally ann
you go home with sally ann
you go home

a woman of kindness
with bracelets of jade
in china or japan
her choices are made

Chorus

a woman of chances
no family or friends
in argentina
she knows only men

Chorus

a woman of color
debts to be paid
in trenton or detroit
she lives by the blade

He looked funny
The children called him the scarecrow
An old raincoat
And baggy trousers and sneakers
he found at the dump
Oh, but if you bothered to look
There was something behind the rags
Oh there was a look in his eyes
It was something you’d never forget

He lived badly
A broken shack on the railway
An old moggy
The only one who replied
When he talked to the walls
Oh we didn’t understand
We were fooled by the dirt on his face
Oh we were human then
We were searching behind his disgrace

Why don’t you leave me alone
Why don’t you go to your homes
Why don’t you keep to yourselves
I’m tellin you
Why don’t you leave me alone

You’re never gonna realise
When all you do is criticise
You’re never gonna make it work
You never seem to get enough
You crumble when its getting rough
You’re never gonna make it work
I’m tellin’ you there’ll come a day
You’re gonna blow yourselves away
It’s wrong that I should interfere
I just get in the way

Why don’t you leave me alone
Why don’t you go to your homes
Why don’t you keep to yourselves
I’m tellin you
Why don’t you leave me alone

Deep into the night
He was working by the light
of the candle by his bed
on the theory in his head
He was building from the junk
that he rescued from the dump
And when he turned the power on
There was a sound and he was gone

Oh in the gray of the dawn
We discovered the thing he was working on
Oh we didn’t understand
The future was Old Mister Time
Future was Old Mister Time
Future was Old Mister Time
Future was Old Mister Time
Old Mister Time (Mister Time, Mister Time….)
Old Mister Time (Mister Time, Mister Time….)
Old Mister Time (Mister Time, Mister Time….)

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

10,000 Maniacs Candy Everbody 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 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?

If you intend to live again,
then open your eyes and don’t pretend
you’re feeling there’s nothing worth believing.
God, 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,
then take the outstreched hand of the one that needs you.
It’s been so long, we’ve missed you.
Why do you intend to speed your end?
Lie 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 and again say you don’t.
You say you don’t, but you will.
How can you be so near and not see