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New Amsterdam
05:23
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I think I'll go uptown today to 115
Your voice might still hang in the air near Morningside
Blood on my hands New Amsterdam, I am
I am walking by the river and I am walking by the sea
One more lost boy who won't be home, who's underground
The catacombs like this dark train I'm moving on
Blood on my hands New Amsterdam, I am
I am walking by the river and I am walking by the sea
He sits on the subway stairs and begs for change and I don't care,
I have no quarters I can spare; He might freeze half to death down there;
Step on this train the crowd divides; I have no time to hear his cries;
What if I should come to recognize: he has your hair, he has your eyes?
Blood on my hands New Amsterdam, I am
I am walking by the river and I am walking by the sea
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Travel Song
03:47
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I'm in the desert but that could change at any time
Just like the weather I could hop a train and hit the coast by nine
But still I wanna travel, I wanna see
I wanna feel the dirt beneath my feet
This life's a fast dance
There's seven veils that drop away
And you see the lost chance
Those long forgotten trails you pass by every day
But still you wanna travel, you wanna see!
You wanna feel the dirt beneath your feet
My destination is that sweet language in my ears
The constellations will whisper sweetly leading me from there to here
But still I wanna travel, I wanna see
I wanna feel the dirt beneath my feet
Underneath the frozen streets
Underneath the frozen streets
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Speak the Language
05:43
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What would I do? What would I say?
If no one I knew spoke the language?
What would I be? What would I swear by?
If no one like me spoke the language?
I could be anything and I would walk like I knew where I came from
I could say everything and I would make it up as I go
And you could see me reading between the lines.
What would you do? And what would you say?
If no one you knew spoke the language?
What would you be? What would you swear by
If no one like you spoke the language?
You could be anything and you'd walk like you knew where you came from
You could say everything and you would make it up as you go
And you would read me leaning between the lines.
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To Ecstasy
04:27
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There I go, taking advice from strangers
There I go, taken aside by danger
What you gonna do about indecision?
What you gonna do about indiscretion?
What you gonna say when you're pressed for a prayer?
What's the fitting plea to read that says you care?
Side-stepping rope tricks! Hanging out with some slick twister
I know just what I can tell and I see that you're digging a well to ecstasy.
There I go! Look at me run, look at me run
There I go! Far beyond gone, far beyond gone
What you gonna do about being scared to go?
What you gonna do about being in the know?
What you gonna say about me when I'm gone?
What's the fitting plea to stop me before I run?
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Background Traffic
05:28
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I know you're laughing about nothing specific
Just cruising along at highway speed
Past the Cotton Belt, past the Union Pacific
In the train track rain, in the background traffic
The radio's on and you sing along with it
The sun sets low and you watch it bleed
You can't stare straight at it so you just look straight past it
In the passing lane, in the background traffic
New town up ahead, who knows what's in it
The back road signs tell where they lead
You keep scanning the road for that lost exotic
In the rearview mirror, in the background traffic
Memory's code you just can't crack it
Some call it fiction and a pretty good read
You circle the map like you plan to attack it
Sweet speeding time in the background
I know you're crying about nothing specific
The ashtray's filled with college-town weed
But that voice comes in loud and clear through the static
And you swerve to avoid it in the background traffic
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Roadkill
03:06
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If I was not in your way would you see me?
I get lost in the cracks again and I'm seemly,
Just like an animal
But because I'm in your lane you high-beam me,
If I was not meant to stay would I be me?
A girl does what she can to avoid headlights and sand
And now I think I understand
It's the love I like and not just the scenery
But in the din of the night, there's only machinery:
The refrigerator hum
Is lulling me back down despite my own memory
If I was not meant to stay would I be me
A girl does what she can to avoid headlights and sand
And now I think I understand
What's the story you'd tell if you happened to cream me?
Lost control of the wheel and accidentally reamed me.
Would you pick me up, white-sheeting stray pieces
Or would you drive on straight away into the creases?
A girl does what she can to avoid headlights and sand
And now I think I understand roadkill
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Martha Bourne Boston, Massachusetts
singer/songwriter and film composer.
my work has aired on major networks and cable channels (CBS, NBC, ABC, HBO, Discovery, History Channel, WE Network, WGBH).
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