Biografia:
Num caldeirão musical impressionante - com influências que vão de Bruce Springsteen a Dixie Chicks, passam pelo folk e country sem pieguices, Wainwright cria um pequeno idílio musical, onde ela faz variações vocais impressionantes dentro de uma só canção. Martha Wainwright é tão despachada e brejeira que não seria surreal imaginá-la num rincão perdido do Wyoming ao invés da gélida Montreal.
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Outras músicas:
- Bloody Mother Fucking Asshole
- Far Away
- When The Day Is Short
- Ball And Chain
- Bleeding All Over You
- Can You Believe It
- Comin Tonight
- Dont Forget
- Everything Wrong
- Factory
- Four Black Sheep
- Gpt
- Hearts Club Band
- How Soon
- I Am Sorry
- I Will Internalize
- In The Middle Of The Night
- Leave Behind
- Proserpina
- See Emily Play
- So Many Friends
- The George Song
- Tv Show
- You Cheated Me
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C
These are not my people, I should never have come here
Am
The chick with the dick and the gift for the gab
F
I know a place, I've seen the face
G
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory
C
These nights that I have been all alone
Am
And through my window the moonlight she shone
F
And on my walls the fire she danced
G
Playing out my very last chance to
C
run...run...run...run...
Am
Don't look back, you're moving too fast
F
I know a place, I've seen the face
G
And I'll take the high road from factory to factory
Oh 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 them
But there are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed
To 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...
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah...
These are not my people, I should never have come here
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah...
These are not my people, I should never have come here
Am
The chick with the dick and the gift for the gab
F
I know a place, I've seen the face
G
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory
C
These nights that I have been all alone
Am
And through my window the moonlight she shone
F
And on my walls the fire she danced
G
Playing out my very last chance to
C
run...run...run...run...
Am
Don't look back, you're moving too fast
F
I know a place, I've seen the face
G
And I'll take the high road from factory to factory
Oh 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 them
But there are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed
To 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...
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah...
These are not my people, I should never have come here
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah...
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