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Common Everyday
02:49
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COMMON EVERYDAY
Fall out of bed to find my clothes on the floor from the night before
Dig through a mountain of laundry to find a shirt I can wear once more
Trip in the dark because I forgot to put in a new light
There’s no toothpaste left, just can’t get it to roll up any tighter
Chorus:
Oh, save me from these boring details
Dirty dishes, missing socks and letters to be mailed
If I only go around once it’s a shame
To live life in this common everyday
The faucet is dripping, the door is sticking and so are the windows
The milk is sour, the bread is stale and I’m our of Cheerios
I could get out the ladder, get out the tools, go to the grocery store
Or pretend this mess does not exist and sail right out the door
Chorus:
Oh, if life was only more like that fabled bowl of cherries
I wouldn’t waste my time with all those chores so dreary
I’d have a gourmet chef, a maintenance crew and a private secretary
Chorus:
c 1996, Barbara Martin
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Between White and Black
04:22
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BETWEEN WHITE AND BLACK
I used to walk down a narrow road with my eyes fixed straight ahead
Only seeing what I was taught to see
Never ventured beyond the lines that were drawn and I made my bed
In the house that my father built for me
I used to see black or white, high or low, wrong or right
It used to be us or them, either stand with me or stand against
Now I see the world is round not flat
With a million colors between white and black
I turned away from what didn’t fit, thought nothing worthy could exist
Outside my world so carefully designed
To keep out anything alien, anyone different
Who threatened my fragile piece of mind
Chorus:
But when the enemy has a face
Black and white become shades of grey
What was once written in stone
Crumbles when the feared becomes the known
I stood confused and unsure, but I took the key unlocked the door
And let the world rush in like a tidal wave
All the sights and sounds and faces and words that didn’t fit before
Found room in my newborn state of grace
Chorus:
c 1996, Barbara Martin
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Part of My Plan
04:16
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PART OF MY PLAN
Uncovered your photograph in the bottom drawer tonight
If I kept you out of sight I thought I’d keep you out of mind
But you know that old trick never really works
‘Cause I think about you every day and every time it hurts
Part of my plan, you were part of my plan
And I don’t know when I’ll understand
Why you’re no longer part of my plan
When my wheels were sinking deepest in my duty bound rut
You came along and trashed my deadlines with a six pack of Bud
A master of irreverence with your off color jokes
The first one to the party and the last one to go home
Chorus:
We had tickets to the baseball game
You were gonna beat me in the two mile race
Who’s gonna drag me out of bed
To go running in the park half dead
And I never got to tease you
‘Bout those girlie mags you were always reading
And I wonder if you ever knew
How much I’d be missing you
‘Cause you were part of my plan
Guess I should have seen through that twisted smile on your face
I didn’t taste your bitterness, I couldn’t feel your pain
And I know it’s just a mystery I’m supposed to accept
But I’m not ready for you to be gone, no, not just yet
Chorus:
c 1996, Barbara Martin
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The Almighty Bottom Line
03:28
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ALMIGHTY BOTTOM LINE
Dow Jones net worth, Nelson poll network
French cut thigh high, makes you want to buy, buy
Thick and creamy chocolate flavor
Lowest common denominator
Can’t you hear me cry?
The almighty bottom line
You got to be young, be hip, be happenin’
Drink a lot of beer but stay cover girl thin
With sex appeal seeping from every pore
A shrink-wrapped commodity down to the core
If you want to worship at the shrine
Of the almighty bottom line
Ain’t no room for experiments
Just give ‘em what they want, they’ll take what they can get
‘Cause the secret of true happiness
Can be found inside a TV set
Just once chance, that’s all you’ll get
To walk that rope and there ain’t no net
Better have your demographics down for sure
Or you’ll wind up on that cutting room floor
But there ain’t no use to whine
About the almighty bottom line
There’s only one question to be asked
Does it make a lot of money, real fast
Anything else is extraneous
Art and ethics and all that stuff
So if you want to make to the big time
Just keep this golden rule in mind
Give unto others what’s already been done
And you will secure your place in the sun
Riding on a dollar sign
To the almighty bottom line
c 1996, Barbara Martin
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Worthy of Love
02:47
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WORTHY OF LOVE
Mama told her to sit up straight
Never raise your voice, always know your place
Speak when you’re spoken to, put a smile on your face
And you might be a lady some day
And she wanted to be worthy of love
So she tried to be the girl her mama dreamed of
Pretty as a picture, oh, so sweet
Everything anyone could want her to be
If she wore that new pink sweater
She knew he’d look at her if her hair was better
If she laughed and flirted like she didn’t care at all
He might carry her books down the hall
Chorus:
Piece by piece she gave herself away
She thought that was the price she had to pay
Twenty years later marriage on the rocks
She’d look back and wonder how that girl got lost
The one who always wanted to run wild and free
The girl who never got a chance to just be
Chorus:
Barbara Martin, c 1996
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Sister
05:01
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SISTER
Sister, I need a place to hide
I was stumbling along in the dark when I saw your light
Sister, I need a little time
To lay down in silence and see what I can find
Sister, got lost a few miles back
Somehow I made a wrong turn at the crossroads and got off track
sister, I’m not shivering ‘cause it’s cold
I’m just afraid I can’t remember where I was trying to go
All I know is when I started I held my head high
The way was clear, my destination was insight
Then the fog rolled in and blinded my view
And the road was blocked so I took a detour
Sister, is this my journey’s end
Or a pause to lick my wounds, a place to mend
Sister, I’m not asking for the truth
Just a hand to hold me up and help me make it through
All I know is once I’d walk for miles and never run out of breath
Eyes full of fire, burning to be put to the test
But now it’s all I can do to take another step
And cross your threshold to take me rest
c 1996, Barbara Martin
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IT’S RAINING IN LOS ANGELES
Hope it’s not too late, just called to see if things were OK
How’s the weather there? Any sign this dry spell might break?
Here the sun’s been burning hot and clear and the grass has turned brown and bare
But tonight the clouds came rolling in and there’s thunder in the air
Chorus:
It’s raining in Los Angeles
Is it raining in Tennessee?
The roses might be withered on the vine
But they could still survive
With this sweet water to drink
It’s raining in Los Angeles
Even in this land of stone, I haven’t forgotten how a garden grows
It needs a rainstorms and hand to pull away the thorns
I know a voice on the telephone can’t make a house into a home
‘Cause the strongest heart wil weaken if left thirsty and alone
Chorus:
Hitch a ride on a rain cloud, only thing for me to do
Blow across the Rockies and the plains and rain down upon you
Chorus:
c 1996, Barbara Martin
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I'm an Old Woman
03:47
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I’M AN OLD WOMAN
I’m an old woman, but I’ve got experience
I’m an old woman, but I’ve got experience
And there ain’t no way I’d ever be a young woman again
I’m an old woman, but I know just what I want
I’m an old woman, but I know just what I want
‘Cause I’ve had a lot of years to figure out just what I don’t
No more a slave to fashion & the latest cockeyed trend
No more starvation diets to get rid of my rear end
No more bowing to the altar of the stylish and the chic
I’m out of the in crowd and freedom tastes sweet
I’m an old woman, but I’ve got experience
I’m an old woman, but I’ve got experience
And there ain’t no way I’d ever be a young woman again
I’m an old woman, don’t care what people say
I’m an old woman, don’t care what people say
You can take me as I am or go on about your way
No more the desperate victim of adolescent angst
No more the tragic heroine of broken heart romance
No more suicidal rebounds from fire to frying pan
If I can’t live with him, I can live without a man
I’m an old woman, but I’ve got experience
I’m an old woman, but I’ve got experience
And there ain’t no way I’d ever be a young woman again
Thank God I’m older now I know better
I’ve got my own life, I ain’t nobody’s debtor
And there ain’t no way I’d ever be a young woman again
c 1996, Barbara Martin
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The Old Troubador
05:07
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OLD TROUBADOR
Sat sipping a cold one in a bar after work
when a bum stumbled in wearing a stained cowboy shirt
With sequins and fringe that hung tarnished and worn
And a ten gallon hat all caved in and torn
I turned away quickly so our eyes wouldn’t meet
Silently praying he wouldnot sit by me
But he headed straight toward me, sank down on the stool
And started talking like old codgers will do
Chorus:
About his days on the circuit with Johnny and Elvis
The shows that they played from Mobile to Memphis
He brought tears to their eyes, he kept them out on the floor
Is thre any place left for an old troubador?
He played all the juke joints, hand to mouth, through the years
Till the bookings dried up and old friends disappeared
Tehn he took his old Gibson to the pawnshop next door
And a handful of dollars was all he had to show
He finished his sotry and offered a toast
The whole room fell quiet, his ragged voice rose
He sang about living and what it can cost
Riding high on the glory, falling hard when it’s lost
Chorus:
c 1996, Barbara Martin
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The Great Escape
03:50
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THE GREAT ESCAPE
Work deadlines, overtime, payments overdue
Wish I could play hooky the way I did in school
Toss the alarm clock out the window, unplug the telephone
Take the worry and the hurry, put it all on hold
And dance until the dawn breaks, paint the town a flaming red
Howl at the moon, sleep until noon, completely lose my head
Laugh like there’s no tomorrow, declare a holiday
For just one night forget about life and make the great escape
I’ve been walking the straight and narrow, doing what I should
Playing it safe, looking both ways, being much too good
But there’s a devil daring me, go out and misbehave
Time is short, don’t hesitate, take all the joy you crave
Chorus:
Baby, get up off that couch, turn off that TV
We can make it out of here, come on, I’ve got the keys
Let’s dance until the dawn breaks, paint the town a flaming red
Howl at the moon, sleep until noon, completely lose our heads
Laugh like there’s no tomorrow, declare a holiday
For just one night forget about life and make the great escape
Barbara Martin, c 2000
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Slipping Away
03:55
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SLIPPING AWAY
The days are tumbling down like dominoes
The blush on the hollyhock, the firefly’s glow
Are slipping away
Barefoot mornings when the dew jewels shine
Sucking the sweetness from a honeysuckle vine
Slipping away
Slipping away, summer come back again
I miss your warm breath against my skin
You pass through each year, but you never stay
When the cold winds blow, summer, you’re slipping away
Afternoons drifting through your soft scented haze
Searching for the sapphire in the Queen Anne’s lace
Slipping away
Nights lying under your starry canopy
Listening to the lullably the meadowlark sings
Slipping away
Chorus:
You laid a banquet at my feet
Invited me to taste your fruit so sweet
But I took your for granted and now you’re gone
Won’t you call to me again with your siren’s song
Chorus:
c 1996, Barbara Martin
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Barbara Martin Waynesboro, Virginia
Jazz and blues singer-songwriter Barbara Martin is the real deal; a true renaissance woman in a genre prone to stereotypes and pigeon-holes. Barbara’s soulful voice and skillful songwriting combined with the ability to transition from chanteuse to girl-next-door to perceptive poet make her delightfully her own woman. ... more
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