Lyrics Verdi Cries.lrc 10,000 Maniacs
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[ar: 10,000 Maniacs]
[al: In My Tribe]
[ti: Verdi Cries]
[length: 04:25]
[00:09.12](Natalie Merchant)
[00:09.76](Piano: Don Grolnick/cello: Dennis Karmazyn/viola: Novi/bass: Bob Magnusson/string arrangement: David Campbell)
[00:12.30]The man in 119 takes his tea alone.
[00:21.25]Mornings we all rise to wireless Verdi cries.
[00:30.08]I’m hearing opera through the door.
[00:38.10]The souls of men and women, impassioned all.
[00:47.56]Their voices climb and fall; battle trumpets call.
[00:56.95]I fill the bath and climb inside, singing.
[01:24.15]He will not touch their pastry
[01:27.65]But every day they bring him more.
[01:33.14]Gold from the breakfast tray, I steal them all away
[01:41.48]And then go and eat them on the shore.
[02:19.05]I draw a jackal-headed woman in the sand,
[02:27.82]Sing of a lover’s fate sealed by jealous hate
[02:35.17]Then wash my hand in the sea.
[02:40.82]With just three days more I’d have just about learned the entire score to Aida.
[02:51.63]Holidays must end as you know.
[03:00.45]All is memory taken home with me:
[03:08.06]The opera, the stolen tea, the sand drawing, the verging sea, all years ago.
[03:22.48]Year of Release: 1987