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introduction
00:39
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A well-paved road has led a man to differ from the lot.
Simply put, form where I stood, he could while I could not.
With stronger hands he built a dam and I stopped running as I am.
But does the poor man know, that luck ain’t something you posses,
that he who hands it out, is a monarch in a dress.
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2. |
lady luck
02:46
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Brother, don’t you use some heavy tools
for such a little man.
Though I’m sure they let you bend some rules
you just used up all you can
get your dirty little hands on.
Why should I hold you with my hands in gloves
when you never owned a pair,
when a heart has seen a man that bluffs,
believe me, I was there
and I had nothing but a heart on.
So, please be sited, while the lady favors those in luck,
the ones who tend to smile and like to be
and how you pleaded may not matter when she’s on the clock,
yes, I could tell you now but I’m sure you’ll see.
It’s a special kind of condescending
to glaze your words with glass made eyes
and I’m sure it can’t be so demanding
to sift the pretty from the lies
when you put, that little smile on.
And you can go ‘round saying I’ve been begging
to be loved and to be harmed,
but the truth is, brother, you’ve been dragging
to kill a girl who came unarmed,
yes, I had nothing but a smile on.
So, please be sited, while the lady favors those in luck,
the ones who tend to smile and like to be
and how you pleaded may not matter when she’s on the clock,
yes, I could tell you now but I’m sure you’ll see.
So, please be quiet, sir, our lady is about to talk,
you wouldn’t want to get her all upset.
Now, don’t deny it when your river’s running out of luck
and if she comes asking me, we never met
And all that you have heard, was never said.
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3. |
running in blue
03:21
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Sorry mother, I must go away.
What I run from, I simply cannot say.
And sorry father for staying, oh, so cold,
I only tried to do what I've been told.
But now it's too late, I guess.
I guess I made a mess.
Sorry brother for never standing by,
If you would know what I know, you would try.
But now it's too late, I guess.
I guess I made a mess.
And sorry lover, promise I'll be gone.
In all those year still haven't learned to run
When it was too late and dead,
When a song was all we had.
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4. |
brighter ways
03:14
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I can tell by the way you look down on me baby,
I can tell that you'd want me to stay.
'Though I hadn't the slightes clue
of what it takes to care for you
on your brightest days,
now I wish there were brighter ways.
We had laughed at all costs
for joy looked better comaded,
but half way there I got lost
and yet you demanded
I'd love you once more,
who's to say, what laughter is for.
We had followed the way,
yet only when roads were descending.
You asked me if I should stay,
no, you were demanding
I'd love you once more.
Who's to say, what freedom is for.
Now I don't speak more or less,
for every word said's one to many.
If you'll ask, I'll undress,
it won't cost a penny,
just a knock on the door.
Who's to say, what a woman is for.
I can tell by the way you look down on me baby,
I can tell that you'd want me to stay,
'Though I hadn't the slightes clue
of what it takes to care for you
on your brightest days,
now I wish there were brighter ways.
'Though I hadn't the slightest clue
of all that leaves along with you,
I regret the pace,
still, I wish there were brighter ways.
How I wish there were brighter ways.
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5. |
a song in pieces
04:06
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I kept his words and he kept on asking what for,
for I can’t keep losing things I know I won’t find once more.
We may not make it here but, baby, we might.
You can’t say its broken, no, not at first sight.
It seems like an uphill lane, the road that a heart tends to roam.
And yet he walked up to me and told me ‘this house ain’t my home’
There may not be much left but walls and a fence,
but you can’t say its empty, no, not at first glance.
He packed his bags and he paid madam all that he owned.
Never looked back with his heart and his eyes on the road.
We may have miles to run to look eye to eye,
but you can’t say its hopeless, no, not at first try.
Two years have passed since he took off and told me so long.
And too many days have passed wondering where we went wrong.
Skies might take long to clear but someday they might,
you can’t see a rainfall no, not at first light.
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6. |
country club at 5
03:14
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I shot my new baby with a baby blue gun
and if they ask why I did it, say I did it for fun.
Don't wait for me madam, I'll be gone for a while,
but if they ask how I've done it, tell them I did it in style.
It’s awfully confusing, just what makes you a wife.
If I should own an apron, why can’t I hold a knife.
Don’t laugh at me madam, you don’t get it quite yet,
but I swear, once you do, you’ll get the same one I had.
Well, ma’am, I can't just sit and wait
for God to come and set him straight,
it's been so long since I have felt alive.
I didn't mean to seal his fate
but God would not cooperate
and I made dinner plans at the country club at five.
I went to the court house as any good housewife would,
though I could not stay, I really do wish I could.
Please say to the jury that I’m late for my flight
and if they wanna come with, tell them I’m buying tonight.
Well, ma’am, I can't just sit and wait
for God to come and set him straight,
it's been so long since I have felt alive.
I didn't mean to seal his fate
but God would not cooperate
and I made dinner plans at the country club at five.
Ma’am, it’s rude to stop and stare,
you don’t know, ‘cause you weren’t there
and truth be told, I’m feeling quite alive.
I’m telling you, don’t count on God,
he’d help, but he would rather not,
‘cause he made dinner plans at the country club at five,
yes, he made dinner plans at the country club at five,
we made dinner plans at the country club at five.
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7. |
tommy boy
04:28
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They said we stood out from the ones they were breeding,
they said we should hide like a woman who's bleeding.
But, Tommy, if I am to hide,
I'd rather forgo
and Tommy, though I might be grieving,
It might never show.
They said we stood out from the ones they were keeping,
they said we should smile like a woman who's weeping,
but Tommy, if I am to smile,
I'd rather you know
and Tommy, though I might be leaving,
I might never go.
Oh, Tommy boy, does it matter who runs,
well, I can't sit still and be quiet at once.
Oh, Tommy boy, have I led you astray,
but I can't be living this way.
They said we stood out from the ones that have reasoned,
they said we should run like a woman imprisoned,
but Tommy, if I am to run,
we'd rather estrange
and Tommy, I might be another,
I might never change.
Oh, Tommy boy, if we're one and the same
why wouldn't I dare to hold on to my name.
Oh, Tommy boy, have I led you astray,
well, I can't be living this way.
Oh, Tommy boy, have I thought you had known
I'm rather a woman alone.
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8. |
practical man
04:12
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I got you, the toughest man of all,
yes I, so weak my ways so small.
And I got you, the wisest of them all,
yes I, who only ever learned to fall.
So, what was it then, that you wanted me for
you said, oh, you silly little girl.
I told you the other night
when I wept and you slept so tight,
so you already know.
You're a practical man
with practical needs
and I'm practically yours.
Navy skies, the only gold I knew
and I have watched them turning blue.
Yes, I sat still, like all good women do
and prayed I'll find my worth in you.
But you had to say you never loved me.
Well, how can you love something you can't see
at all.
And you told me you rose above me
when I showed you that's something I can't be
at all.
So, what was it then, that you wanted me for,
I asked, but I already knew.
You told me the other night
when I wept and you slept so tight.
Please, say no more,
I can't hear no more.
You're a practical man
with practical needs
and I'm practically yours,
I'm practically yours.
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I wore a ring, a ring that had worn me
and oh, have I prayed my hands were still bare
I wore a smile, that did nothing for me
and oh, have I wondered
why is it still there
I wore a rope, to climb up the ladder
and oh, have I prayed it'd spare me a fall
I wore a smile, to make me feel better
and oh, have I wondered
And oh, have I wondered why wear it at all
why take them at all
I think it's 'bout time you quit paying in flowers
I'm a grown woman now and I charge form my hours
I know we got messed up, but I ain't getting dressed up for you
we ain't children no more
I can't figure out what you're trying to forgive me
We can cry it out, baby, or you can simply just leave me
I know I'm a mess-up, but you gotta quit playing dress-up
With a grown up girl
I wore a heart, a heart nearly broken
and oh, have I prayed they'd leave it as is
and I wore my name, I shall not be spoken
for, I am not here – to love and to please
To laugh and to be
To hurt with no pain
To smile with no joy
To cry with no sound
What's in it for me
And yet we all wear it, we all bear with it – and we all wonder what for
And yet we all find it, some more – some less blinded, by what it was before
And then we all hide it, but at least we have tried – to wear it once more
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10. |
a well-paved road
03:06
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I have heard you haven't known
That all our children long have grown
And all they had I made them on my own
And if we ever laughed we laughed alone
And I have heard you have been blessed
Living what you once confessed
And if you asked our god it's for the best
To be a free man 'till the freedom lasts
But if you had been born defeated
There wouldn't be a thing you needed
To always, always be at home
Because a self-sown life's a well-paved road
Well for those once living off the land
But now it goes, it goes as I command
A self-mad girl's a tale untold
A tale of those just keeping what's at hand
But now it goes, it goes as I command
And who you think you are to understand
That I have not been born a giver
I'll run and run 'till I'm a river
No I never, never ment to stay
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11. |
he waits for me
03:19
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It was good, it was funny, made her knock on the wood.
Chased some dreams, saved some money, she did all a girld could, but she cried
And she didn't know why.
He was good, kind of funny, he was commonly nice,
Had his dreams, had his money and she never thought twice,
She just smiled – he might make my life worthwhile.
Yes, she smiled.
Bought a dress, bought a veil, left her tears at the door,
Wrote a vow, said a prayer as she glanced back once more she just smiled
And she didn't know why.
Yes, she smiled.
Awaited road, that many among us still roam,
He waits for me begging I'd make him a home.
But I've made my name and I paved my road,
but you can take my hand that I once owed to you.
It was good, it was funny, made him knock on the wood,
But ain't no dreams and no money can do what a man should,
So he swayed,
In the wind his bed was made.
There he waits for me.
There he waits for me.
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3:rma Maribor, Slovenia
ɜ:rma is an original project established by Urška Supej (guitar) and Maša But (vocal), which builds a bridge between music and poetry and discusses topics such as feminism, relationships, faith…
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