Martha Wainwright

Got your hand up all in my shirt
And you know that it hurts
Ball & chain
My ball & chain

Crossing the street you look so fine
Making up everything that's in my mind
Ball & chain
Ball & chain

You are the same with your balls & your chains

Bend me over the back of the carseat
Take me down to Easy Street
Ball & chain
Ball & chain

You are the same with your balls & your chains
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Why does this always happen?
Why does this always happen?
Why?
Why?
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 than chemistry
Where's my chemisty?

Why does this always happen?
Oh why does this always happen?
Why?
Why?
Why?

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 you are
For you, whoever you are

You say my time here has been some sort of joke
That I've been messing around
Some sort of incubating period
For when I really come around
I'm cracking up
And you have no idea

No idea how it feels to be on your own
In your own home
with the fucking phone
And the mother of gloom
In your bedroom
Standing over your head
With her hand in your head
With her hand in your head

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

Oh I wish I wish I wish I was born a man
So I could learn how to stand up for myself
Like those guys with guitars
I've been watching in bars
Who've been stamping their feet to a different beat
To a different beat
To a different beat

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
When all I wanted was to be good
To do everything in truth
To do everything in truth

You bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody mother fucking asshole
Oh you bloody...

I will not pretend
I will not put on a smile
I will not say I'm all right for you
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are
For you, whoever you are

Summer comes and rain falls away
But the very next day it seems
The snow comes to stay

And you too will go just 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 will always love you
Just a reminder to help you pave your pathway
Summer comes, fall it cools
Winter it snow, spring it rains
And you go

But in my silly mind I've gotten married to you
You're across town, don't even have a clue
Or these images that in ten years
I'll run into you & fall right back inside of you

Don't forget that I will always love you
Just a reminder to help you pave your pathway
Fall it cools, winter it snows
Spring it rains, summer comes
And you go

So when will we meet next and where will it be
On a platform track in an old movie
Cause time moves in circles & can leave you anywhere

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 that I've been on the road
Through my window the moonlight she shone
And on my walls the fire she danced
Playing out my very last chance to run, run, run, run
Don't look back, you're moving too fast
I know a place, I've seen the face
And I'll take the high road from factory to factory
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah

There are millions and millions of people around
On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds
And I can walk with them I love them I need their love
There are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed
The the run-of-the-mill, the destitute, and the cold
Sores exposed to the blisters and shards
Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun, the sun
The sun, the sun, run, run, run, run
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah

Run, run
Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm

These are not my people, I should never have come here
I know a place, I've seen the face
Take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah...

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

I know that we've never met before
But that was then, and now I need you more
Is someone here keeping the score?
Is there only dying at your door?
Taking me down off this cross
Lay me down, down, down in the dust
Whoa, love, take my hand across the crowd
I have been digging underground
What'er remains is yet to be found
I have no children
I have no husband
I have no reason
To be alive
Oh, give me one

Green grass blades are all on fire
I own the crack that's in the wind
From your window I see bars & the birds
They sing & they sing & they sing & they sing
And the dogs
They bark & they bark & they bark & they bark & they bark

Ah...

Whatever happened to them all?
Whatever happened to us all?

Annie had two young baby boys
And Jimi went crazy, crazy, crazy late last fall
Ah...

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 & mine's night
I'm yours and mine tonight

And oh bring back my memory
And say goodnight to Irene

The sun is down
you'll act the clown, I'll dance around
we'll hit the town
your shirt is stained my dress is frayed
but later they'll go

I've laid my claim, I thought for sure
that I'd be yours oh but your friend is much more
but he's got a date and she's got a name
I don't care

And oh bring back my memory
And say goodnight to Irene

There was six drunk men
six drunk men
see how they fail
see how they fail

Catch a ride or cop a feel
I won't be late I won't decline
your invite tonight this starry cold night

These flowers are coming up wild
They're coming up, 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 am like their mother
Waiting around about to crack
Crack
Crack
I want them back
Crack
Crack
I want them back
Back
Back
Back

You are like a flower
You rise & rise to the sun
You do not look back at where you came from
I wanna be like that
That
That
That

And the boys they run faster
And they throw harder
And they get stronger
And they are gone, they are gone, they are gone
I wanna be like that
That
That
That

And the girls they are pretty
And they get silly
When they get giddy
And they are gone, they are gone, they are gone
I wanna be like that
That

I'm on my knees in the corner
Wiping my floor, wiping my floor, yeah
And they are gone, they are gone, they are gone
I wanna be like that
That
That
That

These flowers are coming up wild
They're coming up, they're coming up
They're coming up wild

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 pull the trigger
I get too scared
So I stand up instead
I go wild

Oh, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song
There's a song, there's a song
It's in my head
There's a song, there's a song
A little country song
It's in my head

Dear, dear man
Be nice to your girl
She knows that you could
Live without her
And so she cries in your arms
Every night
Til you walk out the door
She goes wild

Oh, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song, there's a song
There's a song, there's a song
It's in my head
There's a song, there's a song
A little country song
It's in my head
It's in my head

On a parti, six ans de mer
Sans pouvoir border la terre
Au bout de la septieme annee
On a manque de provisions

It's in my head, head, head
It's in my head
It's in my head
It's in my head, head, head
It's in my head
It's in my head

It's in my head
It's in my head
It's in my head
It's in my head
It's in my head
It's in my head

This, this life
Is boring
This, this life
Right now is snoring

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
That can help you through a phase
Like food & health & fear
I prefer the beer
Not the way that I don't love you
But the way that I hate myself

Oh when the cityscape is born
From the ocean floor
It speaks its native tongue
Physical, subliminal
Not the way that it left you cold
But the way that you left yourself

When the Moon falls from the Earth
When the Sun, it fills its girth
And I know we'll go howl at the night
But still the sun will not hide our fight

Oh, I laugh a lot
But that's just a plot
I found a way to make the night stay
Not the way that I don't love you
But the way that I hate myself

It was Oprah
On the TV show
She told me so

It was Oprah
On the TV show
She told me so

Ah, it was Oprah
On the TV show
She told me so

Not the way that I don't love you
But the way that I love myself

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?

And I don't care if you
If you love me tomorrow just
Love me tonight and I
I will be all right

I'll be all right
I'll be all right
Until tomorrow night

And it's oh, so long
Meet your, meet your friends at the bar
And is that who those people are?
They, they, seem so very, oh, far

They seem so far
Is that who they really are?

And on the jukebox is your
Is your only song and I
I have never remembered the words
Now I've waited, waited too long

I've waited too long
Our love is gone

No more sober words of love
No more walks in the park side
No more sweet and shy touches, yeah

We're just lovers in the dark
Feel nothing, leave no mark
But it was fun when we saw sparks

When the day is short
And the nights are long
It's a different world
Where the rules are wrong

I'll be all right
I'll be all right

Home no more home to me, whither must I wander?
Hunger my driver, I go where I must
Cold blows the winter wind over hill and heather:
Thick drives the rain and my roof is in the dust

Loved of wise men was the shade of my roof-tree
The true word of welcome was spoken in the door -
Dear days of old with the faces in the firelight
Kind folks of old, you come again no more

Home was home then, my dear, full of kindly faces
Home was home then, my dear, happy for the child
Fire and the windows bright glittered on the moorland;
Song, tuneful song, built a palace in the wild

Now when day dawns on the brow of the moorland
Lone stands the house, and the chimney stone is cold
Lone lt it stand, now the friends are all departed


The kind hearts, the true hearts, that loved that place of old

Spring shall come, come again, calling up the moorfowl
Spring shall bring the sun and the rain, bring the bees and flowers;
Red shall the heather bloom over hill and valley
Soft flow the stream through the even-flowing hours

Fair the day shine as it shone on my childhood
Fair shine the day on the house with open door
Birds come and cry there and twitter in the chimney
But I go for ever and come again no more

Left the pain before the dawn
She never thought it would or could be easy
Been inclined to carry on
Hold my hard head
And watch you walk out on me
See the tears one by one
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 am
I never liked myself before
Now even less
When it rains it pours
Down my hard head forever
Forevermore

Fall down into the ground
Deep down
Far as you can
Who was I kidding?
Who was I kidding?

Oh, your record label hasn't come through yet
You've gained some weight
And all you can think is
When the Romeo's gonna show
Oh, I know, babe,
You're the best thing yet
But take it from me
I would if I could
Fuck it all

Your mother loves you
Your daddy needs you
Your brother feeds you

Far as you can
Who was I kidding?

'Set The Fire To The Third Bar'
(feat. 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
My finger in creases of distant dark places

I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms

After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms

And miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold gound
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms