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Underground
04:57
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UNDERGROUND
© Belinda Bruce, all rights reserved
You say you’ve got no place to go
always caught in the traffic flow
you’re stuck
Follow me, we’ll walk around
take a trip to the underground
and see through the darkness
Dig down deep, you’ve got the tools
and throw away that book of rules
you’re free
The garrison I built around me
came crumbling down when somebody found me
inside the darkness
There are lots of buried hearts down there
and words people don’t want to hear
but I like a place that bares the face of the truth
The underground, the underground…
You say you’ve got no place to go
always caught in the traffic flow
you’re stuck
Follow me, we’ll walk around
take a trip to the underground
and see
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2. |
Working Woman's Hands
04:10
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WORKING WOMAN’S HANDS
© Belinda Bruce, 2005 – all rights reserved
With these working woman’s hands
I had such big plans for you
all the things I couldn’t do
You went off to school
as far away as you could be
you didn’t understand me
It was love child
love that broke this back
love child
that I’ve lived in this old shack
all these years
love
Wrote those letters and cards
waited to hear
waited in fear
On you I’ve tied such hope
so please don’t undo it
I won’t live through it
Yeah, it’s been hard,
but I wouldn’t trade my life
two wrongs don’t make a right
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3. |
Dear One
05:56
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DEAR ONE
© Belinda Bruce, 2005 – all rights reserved
You go to work in the morning
and sometimes well past the setting sun
maybe time for a beer, a night singing songs
you always knew how to have fun
but you said, you know, I doubt
I’ll ever meet my dear one
I couldn’t believe it was true
for someone as wise and tender as you
Thought for sure that love
would wrap you inside its precious old glove
The horn blew softly to you
from a foreign port of call
your ship has arrived, you are soaring
above us like a gull
and I knew we’d lose you to those other shores
before the leaves fall
Because I never believed it was true
for someone as wise and tender as you
Knew in my heart that love
would wrap you inside its precious old glove
Only through dark do we know that the stars are watching
I never believed it was true
for someone as wise and tender as you
Knew in my heart that love
would wrap you inside its precious old glove
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4. |
Falling Star
03:56
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FALLING STAR
© Belinda Bruce, 2005 – all rights reserved
You said I like your body like this
a little tanned, a little skinny, a little undressed
I said I like your body, too
but I guess this is it for me and you
You belong to a different set of rules
The lie that governs you is not something I thought I’d do
but I like the sun when you’re around, yes
What do you suggest
I can feel you coming
like the heat before the rain
In your arms I am melting like a fool’s gold
With all the time I’ve spent alone
thinking about the dangers and securities of home
I thought about where I should be
and it’s gone
I can feel you coming on
like a full moon night
In your arms I am sinking like
a falling star
Part of me just wants to protect you from the cold
and from growing old with no one to love
and I’ll admit that when I’m with you,
it’s like the night, the whole dark night is in bloom
Then you wear that old blue flannel shirt
smells like coffee, cigarettes and dirt
In the fading light of a weary train
I see your face again
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5. |
Jimtown
05:40
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JIMTOWN
© Belinda Bruce, 2005 – all rights reserved
Caught in the hailstorm of his temper, Jimmy’s
on fire from a look
Two black eyes over a woman
he’s gone deep, he’s gone deep
Got a house on the west side of town
with pennies in a mason jar
Takes his little girls for the weekend
never goes far, no never far
Jimmy’s got plans that don’t know what they wanna do
he’s got things he knows he’ll never be
living in a small town
he’s got his father’s hands
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6. |
Treasure Hunt
04:06
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TREASURE HUNT
© Belinda Bruce, 2005 – all rights reserved
Start here
where X marks the spot
Follow the map on this treasure hunt
Looking for gold, looking for love
Start here, start here, start here
Close your eyes
and try not to peek
The future is naked, your will is weak
And the bar’s open late, you know the seat
Stop here, stop here, stop here
All your life wandering inside the lines
Ambition is overdue and you’re paying the fines
And going back to the start
You are here
near B parking lot
Three floors of heaven and a credit-card heart
Your shopping cart’s full but your head is not
Shop here, shop here, shop here
All this time you’re squandering, you can’t refund
And every time you’re getting close, you call off the hunt
And go back to the start
Start here
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7. |
Twisted Lullaby
05:10
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TWISTED LULLABY
© Belinda Bruce, 2005 – all rights reserved
All the cups have woken up
and the newspaper is spread out
and the toaster is warming up
for another
for another
for another day
The clock rocks with its tick
and the flowers peek from their beds
and the dog practices its lick
for another
for another
for another
day that my heart won’t play the game
And the magazines fold
and the car engines go cold
and the last coffee has been sold
for another
for another
for another night
And the sky turns on the lights
and the guns crawl out of drawers
and the ghosts try on their pearly whites
for another
for another
for another
night that my heart won’t play the game
(Into “Blue Moon” by Rogers/Hart)
Blue moon, you saw me standing alone
without a dream in my heart
without a love of my own
Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for
You saw me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for
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8. |
Patricia Ann
04:44
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PATRICIA ANN
© Belinda Bruce, 2005 – all rights reserved
Patricia Ann
changed your name in ‘62
you loved to dance
taught the neighbourhood to swing in your basement
He loved your eyes
he loved your hands
one of the wartime boys
stole your heart with his Irish glance
You sewed for money
stitched your own pants
and only he could call you honey
or you’d cut them down with your scissored stance
Patricia Ann, Patricia Ann, Patricia Ann
I think I understand
Patricia Ann
dyed the family hair green
St. Patrick’s Day plans
wouldn’t wash out for three weeks
He called you Buckwheat
knew what your name meant
a generation’s weight
passed down in this spoon so bent
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9. |
Dream
05:37
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DREAM
© Belinda Bruce, 2005 – all rights reserved
If I had a boat to sail you away from home
I’d take you to places you’ve never been
If I had a star guaranteed to give
I’d grant you your most fervent wish
Where do the hours go?
When was the last time we really spoke?
Lay down beside me
Lay down and dream with me
If I had a car, we’d drive farther
than any old highway could bend
If I were a field where you could run away
I’d be filled with goldenrod
Where do the seasons go?
When was the last time we really spoke?
If I were a field, I’d be filled with goldenrod
Where do the years go?
When was the last time we really spoke?
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Belinda Bruce Windsor, Ontario
Indie-folk-pop singer-songwriter Belinda Bruce slays hearts with a killer combo of sultry-sweet vocals, captivating melodies and beguiling tales that quiver on the edge of beauty, hope and despair.
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