10000 Maniacs - The Colonial Wing Lyrics






Here is the store house of Her Majesty
Well guarded by sentry
But looks are free

Call this the rayless and benighted age
Witches by tallow candles shifted
Shifted their shapes
Here is the pestle and mortar
That ground the poison seed
A lute, a suit for jousting
And the poems of a balladeer
When all the Latin books were copied off
In golden script
Well hoarded away in
A monastery crypt

Superstition
Superstition beyond belief

Over mountain, over dune and over sea
Crude map and compass lead the caravan
And lead the fleet
Here's the loot and plunder
They bore home
Ivory tusk inlaid with precious stone
Raw silk and spices by the barrel load
A soft skin drum with mallets
Of human bone

A world wide rampage
Rampage of greed

So here the tour concludes
The Colonial Wing
The rooms of the most refined
Museum property
An early pair of spectacles
A claw footed divan
Ornate clocks with birds that strut
On the half hours and quarter hours

Hear them chime





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10000 Maniacs The Colonial Wing Comments
  1. J.... W....

    Awesome tune that I haven’t heard for years. The hard edge of this song really stands out on the Wishing Chair album that was very jingly jangly for the most part.

  2. M.... ....

    ALTERNATIVE PIONEERS
    the lyrics, the tempo, the shredding, the vocals, on this forgotten gem SPELLBINDING!
    ,PYCHEDELIC MANIACS! POLITICAL THEMES!!
    MYSTERIOUS & BRILLIANT