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dirty little secret
04:36
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dirty little secret
© Belinda Bruce, 2007 – all rights reserved
Some things I’ll never tell
come heaven or hell
best left back in that schoolyard
But I drag around
my thorny crown
digging deep into my head
where I keep
dirty little secrets
dirty little secrets
dirty little secrets
I’ve done the shopping malls
I’ve heard the frantic calls
of those out on the parapet
someone’s waging war
and no one’s keeping score
and money keeps flowing
past those
dirty little secrets
dirty little secrets
dirty little secrets
so honey close the blinds
what they can’t see they can’t find
and get down on the floor
and show me something new
it’s our
dirty little secret
dirty little secret
dirty little
dirty little secret
dirty little secret
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2. |
citysong
06:35
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CITYSONG
© Belinda Bruce, 2007 – all rights reserved
Beautiful Friday night on Main Street
Wailing sirens bite into the stealthy heat
Lovers walk hip to hip, the moon is low
The shadows talk, the shadows
Here come the motorcycle cowboys
Driven to distraction from the noise
Streetlights flicker and my heart sings quicker
The motion has begun, you’re the only one
Don’t stop the dance of this romance
tonight
I’m ready for that open door
tonight
Glass shatters like tiny silver bells
Patios alight and the music swells
The city leans and heaves a sigh, in her arms tonight some will die
As she breathes on, and on and on and on
Don’t stop the dance of this romance
tonight
I’m ready for that open door
Tonight
Don’t stop the dance of this romance
tonight
Don’t stop
Don’t stop
No, don't stop
I’m ready
ready
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3. |
rust
05:43
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RUST
© Belinda Bruce, 2007 – all rights reserved
Some days I’m so tired of putting up a brave front
don’t want to wake up
And some days I expire long before the due date
you wither fast when you bloom late
Should I let myself rust
I found a note inside an old philosophy book
In words we sometimes hide, but you never thought I’d look
I know worlds turn on a sweet melody
I’m not sure if that song is coming from me
Should we let this love rust
fade, like the beauty of an old car in a junkyard grave
rust…
Some things are so backward
We hurry up to grow up and cry when wrinkles start to show up
Are we hardwired to try to erase
the character you find in an old wizened face
Should we let ourselves rust
fade, like the beauty of an old car in a junkyard grave
Oh rust…fade
dust to dust, we all turn to ashes someday
Should we let ourselves rust
fade, like the beauty of an old car in a junkyard grave
Oh rust…fade
dust to dust, we all turn to ashes someday
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Careful What You Wish For
© Belinda Bruce, 2007 – all rights reserved
Thrift shop is closed, frothy pink dress glows
by the lights set low in the window
You go to sleep daring to think
that you can buy a dream so cheap
Be careful what you wish for
Don’t take a window for a door
Be careful what you wish for
Houses all lit up, curtains drawn to let you look
At something you can’t seem to find
Child carried up to bed
sets off the voices in your head
Be careful what you wish for
Don’t take a window for a door
Be careful what you wish for
Face on the cover of a magazine, tongues are wagging, everyone in the scene
is talking about the next big thing
You’re so alive, you’re so awake
Now everything is at stake
Be careful what you wish for
Don’t take a window for a door
Be careful what you wish for
Careful what you wish for
What you wish for
Careful what you wish for
What you wish for
Careful what you wish for
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5. |
heaven knows
04:04
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Heaven Knows
© Belinda Bruce, 2007 – all rights reserved
What’s up the road, heaven knows
But I won’t stop driving when I’m this close
If a flower grows in winter’s throes
It’s a goddamn miracle that only heaven knows
If I ever believed in something more than this
Oh well, heaven knows
Inside the party host is a sad little ghost
Trying to speak up before glasses clink in a toast
And all the old people at their windows, chasing shadows
Of the ones they used to love, now only heaven knows
If they ever believed in something more than this
Oh well, heaven knows
What’s up the road, heaven knows
But I won’t stop driving when I’m this close
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6. |
blackout
06:32
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BLACKOUT
© Belinda Bruce, 2007 – all rights reserved
My plane’s been grounded, I’ve been stranded
In a place so full I feel alone
My brain is hungry, my eyes are tired
Got no clothes and no home
Where’s my angel
Where’s my angel
Darkened hotel room, blackout city
At another time this candlelight might seem pretty
You said you like danger, you like strangers
Keep me warm ‘til the morning, the bed is empty
Where’s my angel
Where’s my angel
My plane’s been grounded, I’ve been stranded
In a place so full I feel alone
My eyes are hungry, my brain is tired
Got no clothes and no home
Where’s my angel
Where’s my angel
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7. |
slide
04:27
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Slide
© Belinda Bruce, 2007 – all rights reserved
You’re all worked up, someone’s in your face
feeling like a hopeless case
in a world that wants no part
of a restless heart
You see that friend walking up the street
whose life seems so complete
you trail behind
counting pennies that you find
Gotta let it go
Gotta let it go
Slide…
This mounting flesh, untended plans
unfinished stories from dried-up pens
you tossed in a frantic haste
now you’ve lost your place
And ugly words on flowery paper
dredging up all the buried anger
you’ve held for all these years
through all these tears
Gotta let it go
Gotta let it go
Slide…
The scene is reversed from everything that you’ve rehearsed
The scene is reversed from everything that you’ve rehearsed
You see that friend walking up the street
whose life seems so complete
you trail behind
counting pennies that you find
Gotta let it go
Gotta let it go
Slide…
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8. |
carry you home
05:06
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Carry You Home
© Belinda Bruce, 2007 – all rights reserved
I’ve been around the bend
witnessed things I never want to see again
all these wars of attrition
I’ve seen a girl dead by her own hand
You collapse like a sigh
all your sweetness dried up inside
you’re wearing your battle clothes
and getting way too high
I don’t want to see you fall
I want to hold you up
so come on, come on, lay down your arms
and let me carry you
You’ve had one of those nights
creeping home under the streetlights
when everything’s so still
when the world needs a wake-up pill
I don’t want to see you fall
I want to hold you up
so come on, come on, lay down your arms
And you call me so late
call me into your dark, liquid place
floating into the Sargasso Sea
and I’m asking you to wait
don’t want to see you fall
I want to hold you up
so come on, come on, lay down your arms
and let me carry you
let me carry you
let me carry you
carry you home
carry you home
carry you home
carry you home
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9. |
too bad
05:32
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original music & lyrics by Jane Gowan
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10. |
the good life
03:15
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THE GOOD LIFE
© Belinda Bruce, 2007 – all rights reserved
Not much, I know, this place I call home
cracked tiles and old burn holes but the rent is low
the best you can get in yardsale carpets
and daydreams of a fable called the good life
the good life
I know I could work till my wicks are all burnt
and fatten my coffers like a beer-belly girth
but I can’t resist another night to get pissed
or the dangerous kiss of the good life
the good life
The warning bells sound softly in rounds
doomed from the start, can’t live on your heart
Blind, deaf and dumb, face to face with the sum
Of the glittering kingdom called the good life
The good life
The good life
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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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