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Queen of Everything
03:17
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V1
Well I’m a think tank with a stopped up drain You don’t know the half of what’s in this brain, oh If I let it all go go go
We’d all drown in the flow flow flow.
If I said everything on my tongue, you’d
Get the itch to just run run run
Fleet feet like a hopped up drum
Breathless before the starter gun, oh…
CHORUS
I’m the queen of everything unsaid
Oh oh oh oh…
I’m the queen of sweeping it under the bed
Oh oh oh oh…
I’m the queen of keeping it stockpiled in the storage shed Oh oh oh oh oh…
V2
I like to….
Go big and then go home
Burn bright and then simmer down
Wild fire meets a tidal wave
Big fat life in a shallow grave
Leave everything near half done
There’s no big loss at the end of the run
No big bruise if you don’t fight
The queen still sleeps with a nightlight.
CHORUS
I’m the queen of everything unsaid
Oh oh oh oh…
I’m the queen of sweeping it under the bed
Oh oh oh oh…
I’m the queen of keeping it stockpiled in the storage shed Oh oh oh oh oh…
BRIDGE
The first step is not the problem
I need to start with third or fourth
I’m stalling and stonewalling
Oh, little princess, stay the course.
V1-REPEAT
Oh, I’m a think tank with a stopped up drain You don’t know the half of what’s in this brain If I let it all go go go
We’d all drown in the
flow
flow
flow
CHORUS
I’m the queen of everything unsaid
Oh oh oh oh…
I’m the queen of sweeping it under the bed
Oh oh oh oh…
I’m the queen of keeping it stockpiled in the storage shed Oh oh oh oh oh…
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2. |
Empty
03:42
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Blank page
Mind far from it
So much to say
And nothing comes of it
Nothing comes of it
Blank stare
Picking through the wreck
Words crash
At the bottleneck
The bottleneck
Sometimes a pen is just a pen
Sometimes ink is temporary
Sometimes the lock, stock, & barrel
Are burned straight through
Or they’re just plain empty
You gamble with the blanks
You think I carry
Truth be told
I don’t know what I got
If any-, if anything
So go ahead and
Call my bluff
The fact you’re calling at all
Is enough
Sometimes a pen is just a pen
Sometimes ink is temporary
Sometimes the lock, stock, & barrel
Are burned straight through
Or they’re just plain empty
Old dog lost her bark & her bite
Short fuse burns down
To wet dynamite
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3. |
Wooden Chairs
01:58
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She's a statue with a pulse
She's steadier than most
Will you forget she's there
Or think she's just the ghost
Of a girl who once knew how to roam
Who had something to prove
Now it takes every plow off the lot
To get that girl to move
Her eyes are closed and no one knows
She's got a thing to say
Until she clears her throat and speaks
And then they look away
To corners of the room and open windows
To the street
"Did you hear that?" they'll ask
"Or am I hearing things in this heat?"
she's stirring home fires
to thaw out the yearn
They'll bring their wooden chairs
To watch her burn
Oh, bring your wooden chair
I know you want to see her burn.
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4. |
Rattle
03:28
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You rattle me like a pebble in a can
Sand in my shoe
Thumbprint in my view
You spooked me like a horse in a pen
When you unlatched the gate
And walked right in
Crack my code, I'll make a new one
Cut my lock, I'll weld a new one
Crash my wall, I'll build it up again
It's not you, it's just what I do
Please don't ask me to explain
Don't ask me to explain
Not so good with words
When they're coming out my mouth
That's why I use a pen to work it all out
Seems of anyone, you'd understand
Why there's a tremor in my hand
Crack my code, I'll make a new one
Cut my lock, I'll weld a new one
Crash my wall, I'll build it up again
It's not you, it's just what I do
Please don't ask me to explain
Don't ask me to explain
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5. |
Dig
04:57
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I'm gonna dig my hands in
I'm gonna dig my toes in
I'm gonna dig that hole deep
Make it my bed and go to sleep
Ain't nothing gonna wake me
Ain't nothing gonna shake me
Cause I dug that hole deep
I made it my bed and went to sleep
When the hurting's over
When the crying's over
I'll climb out of that hole deep
Where I made my bed and went to sleep
So if you're aching
Cause life keeps taking
We'll, I dug a hole deep
You can make it your bed and go to sleep
When your hurting's over
When your crying's over
You'll climb out of that hole deep
Climb out of that hole deep
Now come out of that hole deep
Follow me out of that hole deep
Oh, won't you leave that hole deep
Where you shared my bed and went to sleep
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6. |
Wild Things
03:36
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This house feels empty as a tomb
Your love feels farther than the moon
Still I'm waiting here like a fool
The clock stopped ticking on the wall
It doesn't care for me at all
I wasted what it offered
My body's tired as a god
Throwing arrows and lightning rods
For an audience too jaded to applaud
For an audience too jaded to applaud
My mind keeps drifting like a cloud
Sometimes the quiet is too loud
I say your name to make a sound
Don't give your heart to wild things
They'll leave you aching in the spring
Soon as the buses turn green, they're gone.
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7. |
Time Again
03:40
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Better to dare when your heart is there
Than sleep while it turns to air
This, the mantra of the one who leaps
Before she knows if the net will keep
No sense in taking stock
While you're staring down the clock
It doesn't care what you haven't got
Doesn't know what you're still not
These are things you'll have to learn
Time and time again, again
Night falls on your darkest day
Then morning comes anyway
World doesn't stop though your heart does
That's the way it is and it always was
How far and fast you run
Means nothing when you've come undone
Pieces lay where they fall
Love's the only thing that can hold it all
These are wounds you'll have to heal
Time and time again, again
Might as well take your time
You're doing fine
Oh, take your time
You're gonna be fine
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8. |
Rapunzel
03:53
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Running through a tall treed wood
I'd hide it if I thought I could
A tragic heroine with a fist full of skirt
And an unchecked yen
I've come undone like a mess of curls
Ripped petticoat and some tangled pearls
The kind of saint you want to save
Since when am I a saint?
Since when do I need saving?
Pink bound fairytale book
Its spine is my spine
Let down Rapunzel's hair
The lengths I'd go to
To make it shine for you
Not much further
From your genetic heritage
All sweat, brawn, and a barrel chest
You're the stud of the open prairie
And I fall for it every time
Leather bound fairytale book
You're the man of all men
Looking for Rapunzel's hair
You never leave home without your ladder
You know I built this tower
With my own two hands
You'd think I could dismantle it if I wanted to
But the only stories I ever heard
Say it's better for a girl to be rescued.
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9. |
I'm Okay
04:07
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I'll swim in a pool of holy water
While you pray for your unruly daughter
Mama, I'm okay
Not sure it matters anyway
You can check the tires of my car
Talk some sense before I go too far
Daddy, I'm okay
Not sure it matters anyway
It always takes two
To sink a ship down under
Always two to rip the sail asunder
Here comes the cavalry to put it back together
Oh, the cavalry wants to put me back together
Now send self-help books in alpha order
Lend your ear to help me shoulder
Sister, I'm okay
Not sure it matters anyway
It always takes two
To sink a ship down under
Always two to rip the sail asunder
Here comes the cavalry to put it back together
Oh, the cavalry wants to put me back together
They'll glue the piece of the heart I broke
Write the perfect love letter note
I'll swim in a pool of holy water
While you pray for your unruly daughter
Oh Mama, I'm okay
Not sure it matters anyway
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10. |
Wash Away
03:39
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This all may be a waste of time
You've got your plans and I've got mine
Maybe it adds up further down the line
But not right now, not this time
All you want is to be free and alone
But I'm like a haunt stuck in your home
A rusty trailer hitched to your chrome
You'll shake me soon
But right now I'm your home
I don't mind wasting time with you
Nothing means nothing anyway
We'll make mountains out of molehills
Build them all up
Then watch them all
Wash away
I'm a bird with clipped wings
You're a collector of broken things
The wind always knows what it brings
Even when we don't
We never know these things
I don't mind wasting time with you
Nothing means nothing anyway
We'll make mountains out of molehills
Build them all up
Then watch them all
Wash away
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Patresa Hartman Des Moines, Iowa
Singer-Songwriter, Patresa Hartman, calls her style "soul-folk" -- characterized by a rich, blues voice; poetic,
confessional lyrics; percussive guitar plucking; and jazz and gospel-tinged keys.
Hartman has released 2 full-length albums with a 3rd on the way.
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