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Ball And Chain 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 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 I Wanna Make An Arrest Martha Wainwright ' the pain I've got the disease Oh I wanna make an arrest And stop time and this test And lie down in the road And you're still at home And you're still at home Take off your shoes And stay awhile I've Radio Star Martha Wainwright I'm at the controls in the big old chair Nothing has changed except the atmosphere High on the hill people stand still Watching and pointing and screaming Turn on the radio We're approaching you fast We're 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 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? 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 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 Whither Must I Wander Martha Wainwright 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 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 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 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 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 Don't Forget Martha Wainwright 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 Some People Martha Wainwright 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 way I used to Maybe I should leave tomorrow And 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 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 The Maker Martha Wainwright It's under the table where we used to take it The briar, the bracken, the ebb flow, the cold shoulder I've been seen crossing Somebody else's mind So I'm dreaming, let's start at the endings Of love and Far Away Martha Wainwright 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? 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 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 Who Was I Kidding Martha Wainwright 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 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 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 This Life Martha Wainwright 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 Proserpina Martha Wainwright Martha Tom Waits Hello, hello there, is this Martha? this is old Tom Frost, And I am calling long distance, don't worry 'bout the cost. 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 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? Martha Jefferson Airplane Martha she listens for the ticking of my footsteps Patiently She sifts the hairy air that's worn and wood swept pleasantly She does as she pleases she listens for me <Interlude> Martha she