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I Am Sorry `Martha Wainwright`

I am sorry I yelled at you 'Bout the baby's clothes 'Bout the car on fire About love The seven year itch Is quite a bitch it's true But believe me I don't lie I love you And we can make it If you don't

Martha `Rufus Wainwright`

Martha it's your brother calling Time to go up north and see mother, Things are harder for her now And neither of us is really that much older than each other Anymore Martha it's your brother calling Have

Everything Wrong `Martha Wainwright`

I do most everything wrong Even on the day you were born My husband's been lyin' and cheatin' I turned my cheek and reason I change my tune every day There is one thing I want you to be That is smarter

Some People `Martha Wainwright`

Some make the changes in the daylight Others make the changes in the night Some only read the rainbows Others only read the clouds in the sky I don't want to be the one to tell you that I don't love the

Who Was I Kidding `Martha Wainwright`

They fall down my hard head Forever Forevermore Fall around into the ground Deep down Far as you can Go out tonight & meet the dawn again It'd be nice to see an old friend Learn to accept the things I

These Flowers `Martha Wainwright`

they're coming up They're coming up wild These flowers are coming up wild They're coming up, they're coming up They're coming up wild They are like those children Go off to school & don't come back And I

I Wanna Make An Arrest `Martha Wainwright`

I don't mind being left behind I no longer care where the sound is coming from I can't hear the tears in your eyes I am always always in disguise I wanna make an arrest And stop time and this test And

All Your Clothes `Martha Wainwright`

Where've you been these days I thought I saw you underneath the vines I look for you there Makes more sense than looking to the sky I see they've cut your hair and grown between your eyes I hope your body

Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole `Martha Wainwright`

Poetry is no place for a heart that's a whore And I'm young & I'm strong But I feel old & tired Overfired And I've been poked & stoked It's all smoke, there's no more fire Only desire For you, whoever

Set The Fire To The Third Bar `Martha Wainwright`

I find the map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms, and state lines The distance from here to where you'd be It's only finger-lengths that I see I touch the place where I'd find your face

TV Show `Martha Wainwright`

I'm not such a good lover I'm a better talker So when you touch me there I'm scared that you'll see Not the way that I don't love you But the way that I don't love myself And there are things these days

Can You Believe It? `Martha Wainwright`

I really like the makeup sex It's the only kind I ever get And when I'm gazing longingly in your eyes It's not for you but the self I left behind Can you believe it Can you believe it Can you believe it

Far Away `Martha Wainwright`

Far away In some lovely way I hear your call Whatever happened to them all? Whatever happened to us all?

Factory `Martha Wainwright`

These are not my people, I should never have come here The chick with a dick and the gift for the gab I know a place, I've seen the face And I'll take the coast from factory to factory Ah These night's

G.P.T. `Martha Wainwright`

Cop a ride or catch a feel I won't be late, I won't decline your invite tonight this starry cold night It's six o'clock get up the block don't be scared don't be shocked I'll be there tonight on yours

When The Day Is Short `Martha Wainwright`

When the day is short And the nights are long It's a different world Where the rules are wrong And I, I will go home with who Whoever is sure Are you sure?

Proserpina `Martha Wainwright`

Proserpina Proserpina come home to momma come home to momma Proserpina Proserpina come home to mother come home to momma now I shall punish the Earth I shall turn down the heat I shall take away every

Whither Must I Wander `Martha Wainwright`

Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?

Radio Star `Martha Wainwright`

people stand still Watching and pointing and screaming Turn on the radio We're approaching you fast We're coming at last On the radio star We've traveled so far On the radio star We don't love anymore And I

The Maker `Martha Wainwright`

, let's start at the endings Of love and sex, it's a strange one, often a staged one Oh, maybe we can get it on the ground The story is a new one, it's based on a re-run You wouldn't have known it if I

This Life `Martha Wainwright`

This, this life Is boring This, this life Right now is snoring That's all right That's okay It's still worth living When it is not I got the gun for my head Want to break free instead But I could never

Leave Behind `Martha Wainwright`

Leave behind the dog Leave behind the God Believe me when I say There's a danger comin' our way It's been lovely travellin' this way Thanks to the sun the moon the night and the day But the sea can no

Don't Forget `Martha Wainwright`

like the dog days do I'll put on my hat, my gloves, my scarf To keep the cold apart But there are no hats, gloves, scarves for the heart Just a cold wind which leaves its frosted mark Don't forget that I

Four Black Sheep `Martha Wainwright`

Get in the car We're late for the gig But don't go too fast It's been snowing since 10am And we'll never be this free again Crossin' the bridge Over the Gatineau To the side that I know Where the light

Ball And Chain `Martha Wainwright`

Yeah Yeah, her tits were higher than mine With a waist that is sugar-fine I heard she could read & write too And she's getting a degree in Fucking U Sexual Psychology It's easier than philosophy It's easier

Martha (BBC Live Version) `Rufus Wainwright`

Listen while you read Please enable javascript to see this content Martha, it's your brother calling Time to go up north and see mother Things are harder for her now And neither of us is really that much

Martha `Meat Loaf`

Operator, number please It's been so many years And she'll remember my old voice While I fight the tears Hello, hello there, is this Martha?

Martha `Tom Waits`

Operator, number, please: it's been so many years Will she remember my old voice while I fight the tears? Hello, hello there, is this Martha?

Martha `Tim Buckley`

Operator, number please It's been so many years She'll remember my old voice While I fight the tears Hello, hello there, is this Martha?

Five Years Old `Loudon Wainwright III`

CHORUS: Happy birthday Martha, happy birthday, birthday girl I'm sorry I can't be there for that party, birthday girl But pin the tail upon the donkey in that party dress Balloons, and cake, 2 kinds of