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Something Bad
03:49
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Something bad is burning, something smells like fire
Something bad is burning, like metal, cloth, and tires
Come in from the night now, don’t breathe this evil pire
Cause something bad has made up this fire
Where is your sister, where are your folks
Where is your family, don’t let them choke
I wonder if this fire was started as a joke
Cause something bad has made up this fire
Something bad, something bad, yeah
Something bad, something bad, yeah
Don’t play with fire, will we never learn
Don’t play with fire, cause this world sure can burn
Fire is not a plaything, don’t whine about your turn
Cause something bad has, made up this fire
Something bad, something bad, yeah
Something bad, something bad, yeah...
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2. |
Touch You
03:55
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I burn a little midnight oil, baby
And get it down so I won’t spoil the memory
If I’m gonna go on living with “maybe”,
I might as well keep a fantasy
I burn a little midnight oil, nightly
It’s never gonna see the day, and rightly
There isn’t any way to say it politely,
But there’s no denying, that
I just wanna touch you
Want it bad enough to
Make sure I don’t tell you
Because it would be bad
Touch you, touch you, baby
I keep a little distance from you cause surely
This is one secret that I’ll keep poorly
Cause honey when I stand too close you floor me
And there’s no ignoring
It’s just a little stronger than I’m used to
If this goes any longer than I’m coming for you
And I would let you know that I adore you
I’d do anything for you
I just wanna touch you
Want it bad enough to
Make sure I don’t tell you
Because it would be bad
Touch you, touch you, baby
Touch me baby, touch me too
Touch me baby, like I wanna touch you...
Cause I just wanna touch you
Want it bad enough to
Make sure I don’t tell you
Because it would be bad
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For What It Was
04:57
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For what it was, I’m validated in my dreams
For what it was, I stopped controlling everything
And I learned that I am capable of learning from my past
For what it was, it was, it was, and wasn’t meant to last
Well what is validation? I’ll tell you what it’s not
Is everyone discouraging everything you’ve fought for
Then you say I’m not crazy for doing what I do
And all the things I live for, you live for them too
For what it was, I’m validated in my dreams
For what it was, I stopped controlling everything
And I learned that I am capable of learning from my past
For what it was, it was, it was, and wasn’t meant to last
And what is control? It’s taking everything that’s good
And killing it with why, and how, and when, and what, and should
Well you were liberation for what obligation hid
We sang “come away with me”, and that’s just what we did
For what it was, I’m validated in my dreams
For what it was, I stopped controlling everything
And I learned that I am capable of learning from my past
For what it was, it was, it was, and wasn’t meant to last
For what it was...
And what does it mean to change the way you’ve been?
There’s fear in knowing you might make the same mistakes again
Well thank you for providing me a second chance to be
The type of girl that leaves when someone’s mistreating me
For what it was, I’m validated in my dreams
For what it was, I stopped controlling everything
And I learned that I am capable of learning from my past
For what it was, it was, it was, and wasn’t meant to last
And I am not the type of girl who has to hate her lovers past
For what it was, it was, and wasn’t meant to last
And they warned us but we already knew that we were moving fast
For what it was, it was, and wasn’t meant to last
For what it was...
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4. |
Willow Baby
03:17
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Willow Baby, Willow Baby...
Take up the anthem
Of your predecessor
Neither greater
Neither lesser
Willow Baby, Willow Baby...
Send a spark to,
To the firework fuse
Catch the tail of
The kite of my muse
Willow Baby, Willow Baby...
The workday can wait
Let's make something timeless
Bella Donna
Smiles at you
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5. |
Such an Island
03:48
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Why do I got to be such an island...
The only thing that going alone will get you
Is a whole lot of life that's gonna miss you
And I've got to be an island
Why do I got to be such a lonewolf
Well I can prove that I can do it myself, but I'll be
A lot more cold and a lot more hungry
But I've got to be a lonewolf
When I was a child I said "Oh mommy please,
Don't you even think about cutting my meat for me"
And when somebody lends a hand cause I'm dead on my feet I say
"Don't you think that I can walk just as well as anybody?"
Cause I've got to be an island
Yes I've got to be an island
Well I've got to be an island
Yes I've got to be an island
Well I'll hop around for a while and then it's
Right back to my island again
Yeah I'll hop around for a while and then it's
Right back to my island again
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6. |
The Mountain
05:07
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Small stones make a mountain
Well I teach the people every day
I repeat my staple, I say patience, patience, cause
Small stones make a mountain
Small stones take you there
Small stones make a mountain
And you’ll find small stones everywhere
There are things that I cannot seem to reach
When you have them I can’t help but feel jealousy
But I’m shaking myself so I will see
That more for you is not less for me, and
Small stones make a mountain
Small stones take you there
Small stones make a mountain
And you’ll find small stones everywhere
I keep my feet forward, and my eyes
And gaining the summit will be my prize
But I can’t forget to look back and recognize
That every stone I’ve walked so far
Has helped me rise
Every small stone made this mountain
Every small stone brought me here
Every small stone made this mountain
And I find small stones everywhere
Small stones will take you there
Small stones will take you there
Small stones made this mountain
And you’ll find small stones everywhere
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Tara Velarde Portland, Oregon
Diva Folk artist Tara Velarde delivers stunning vocal performances with poetic and audacious lyrics. Solo ballad to full band sound, each song electrifies and captivates.
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