10000 Maniacs Smallest Step

When the day ends and church bells are ringing

when the valley is shrouded in snow,

when you’re feeling that hope somewhere vanished

and there’s no poetry left to console you,

with the smallest step you’ll find a way oh of fate borne

and life is a jewel but stone will tarnish as dust will descend take a minute

and wipe free the lustre,

it’ll mirror a day without end with the smallest step you’ll feel

it starts a journey your way.

oh they tried to tell me but I’ll learn for myself

and when they tried to tell me you know the words disappeared

on the wind I was running away

and when the laughter echoes through you in a pale beaming ray

and you’ll know always and ever within you anyway

10000 Maniacs Back O’ The Moon

Jenny

Jenny you don’t know the nights I hide

Below a second story room

To whistle you down

The man who’s let to divvy up

Time is a miser

He’s got a silver coin

Only lets it shine for hours

While you sleep it away

There’s one rare and odd style of living

Part only known to the everybody Jenny

A comical where’s the end parade

Of the sort people here would think unusual

Jenny

Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea

Far off we sail on to Back O’ The Moon

Jenny

Jenny you don’t know the days I’ve tried

Telling backyard tales

So to maybe amuse

O your mood is never giddy

If you smile I’m delighted

But you’d rather pout

Such a lazy child

You dare fold your arms

Tisk and say that I lie

There’s one rare and odd style of thinking

Part only known to the everybody Jenny

The small step and giant leap takers

Got the head start in the race toward it

Jenny

Tonight upon the mock brine of a Luna Sea

Far off we sail on to the Back O’ The Moon

That was a sigh

But not meant to envy you

When your age was mine

Some things were sworn true

Morning would come

And calendar pages had

New printed seasons on

Their opposite sides

Jenny

Jenny you don’t know the nights I hide

Below a second story room

To whistle you down

O the man who’s let to divvy up

Time is a miser

He’s got a silver coin

Lets it shine for hours

While you sleep it away

There’s one rare and odd style of living

Part only known to the everybody Jenny

Out of tin ships jump the bubble head boys

To push their flags into powdered soils and cry

No second placers

No smart looking geese in bonnets

Dance with pigs in high button trousers

No milk pail for the farmer’s daughter

No merry towns of sweet walled houses

Here I’ve found

Back O’ the Moon

Not here

I’ve found

Back O’ the Moon

10000 Maniacs Circle Dream

I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.

And in that circle I had made were all the worlds unformed and unborn yet.

A volume, a sphere that was the earth, that was the moon, that did revolve around my room.

I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.

And in that circle was a maze, a terrible spiral to be lost in.

Blind in my fear, I was escaping just by feel.

But at every turn my way was sealed.

I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.

And in that circle was a face.

Her eyes looked upon me with fondness.

Her warmth coming near, calling me “sweetness”, calling me “dear.”

But I whispered, “No, I can’t rest here.”

I dreamed of a circle, I dreamed of a circle round.

10000 Maniacs Poor De Chirico

Oh my dear friend

My dear friend Giorgio

How has this time Breton

Discouraged your liaison with the

Eye styled metaphysical

Incongruous scenarios

Dauntly jaunt about through nostalgic despair

Within childlike renderings

Of a nightmarish recall

“All my images Fragments

I’ve shored upon my ruins

Pictor classicus sum

I am pure”

Step solemn with the

Air of reluctant manes

As rod and hoop shadow children

Scatter through a henna arcade

Figures indentured to a windless landscape

Enduring silence and flame

Da Da da

No loyalty to the nonsensical

Scorned their nihilist pageantry

10000 Maniacs You Won’t Find Me There

I’d like to know what makes you stay while your eyes still search for escape.

You think that I don’t feel the cold, but I wait while confessions unfold.

You’ll never make a living from reading minds

or from getting your direction from exit signs.

Look into your heart and you won’t find me there.

You won’t find me where you hide and that makes us a matter of time.

Like trees exposed by fall, time reveals it all.

Tell me you want to do everything but you’re stuck up to your knees.

And I’m less likely pushed forward by ambition than a breeze.

But there’s a flame that must be fanned, and it appears as a beckoning hand.

Don’t think ’cause you’re not talking you’re being kind,

you’ve been getting your direction from exit signs.

Look into your heart and you won’t find me there.

10000 Maniacs Few And Far Between

Times are far between, and few I bet, when we can look upon our lives without regret.

Of all the things I have done, you think I’m proud of everyone without exception?

‘Till you make your peace with yesterday, you’ll never build a future.

I swear by what I say.

Whatever penance you do, decide what it’s worth to you and then respect it.

However long it will take to weather your mistakes, why not accept it?

My hands, for now, are tied.

I’m a body frozen.

I’m a will that’s paralyzed.

When will you ever set aside your pain and misery?

No matter how I beg, no matter how I wish or plead, you’ll never be more than alive.

You’ll never do more than survive until you expect it.

Do you want to build a world with our lives?

You better soon decide or you can forget it.

My hands, for now, are tied.

I’m a body frozen.

I’m a will that’s paralyzed.

‘Till you drop that heavy baggage you’re dragging behind, there won’t be room for us to both go this ride.

10000 Maniacs Ellen

Eager to please was just the way

that he was though his attempts there falling short,

expectation see he would tell of all his conquests, was he bragging?

but in the evening all alone Ellen unplanned delays saving for someone

who really cared about you invincible

they say married to your name she was the kind between a child and a lady,

quick was her temper like a blaze from an ember no one had measured

to her standard, so in the evening all alone all alone how do I tell them

to open their minds and to take a chance maybe on finding

life’s treasure stubborn they stay set in their ways really not wanting

to be lonely not alone

10000 Maniacs More Than This

I could feel at the time

There was no way of knowing

Fallen leaves in the night

Who can say where they’re blowing

As free as the wind

And hopefully learning

Why the sea on the tide

Has no way of turning

More than this – there is nothing

More than this – tell me one thing

More than this – there is nothing

It was fun for a while

There was no way of knowing

Like a dream in the night

Who can say where we’re going

No care in the world

Maybe I’m learning

Why the sea on the tide

Has no way of turning

More than this – there is nothing

More than this – tell me one thing

More than this – there is nothing

10000 Maniacs Don’t Talk

Don’t talk, I will listen.

Don’t talk, you keep your distance

for I’d rather hear some truth tonight than entertain your lies,

so take you poison silently.

Let me be. Let me close my eyes.

Don’t talk, I’ll believe it.

Don’t talk, listen to me instead,

I know that if you think of it, both long enough and hard

the drink you drown your troubles in is the trouble you’re in now.

Talk talk talk about it, if you talk as if you care

but when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air,

tossing back more than your share.

Don’t talk, I can guess it.

Don’t talk, well now your restless

and you need somewhere to put the blame for how you feel inside.

You’ll look for a close and easy mark and you’ll see me as fair game.

Talk talk talk about it, talk as if you care

but when your talk is over tilt that bottle in the air

tossing back more than your share.

You talk talk talk about it, you talk as if you care.

I’m marking every word and can tell this time for sure,

your talk is the finest I have heard.

So don’t talk, let me go on dreaming.

How your eyes they glow so fiercely I can tell your inspired

by the name you chose for me. Now what was it? O, never mind it.

We will talk talk talk about this when your head is clear.

I’ll discuss this in the morning, but until then you may talk but I won’t hear.

10000 Maniacs 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 clever one and words came easy to me.

I could say I was writing a song about you and me.

Maybe that verse is yet to be 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.