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Martha Wainwright
Martha Wainwright


Background information
Born May 8, 1976
Origin Montreal
Genre(s) Folk-Pop
Singer-songwriter
Folk-Rock
Years active 1997—present
Website Website



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Martha Wainwright Album


Factory EP (2002)
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These are not my people, I should never have come here
The chick with a dick and the gift for the gab
I know a place, I've seen the face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory
Ah

These night's that I've been on the road
Through my window the moonlight she shone
And on my walls the fire she danced
Playing out my very last chance to run, run, run, run
Don't look back, you're moving too fast
I know a place, I've seen the face
And I'll take the high road from factory to factory
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah

There are millions and millions of people around
On my TV, walking my streets, making sounds
And I can walk with them I love them I need their love
There are others I have known as poor souls, sores exposed
The the run-of-the-mill, the destitute, and the cold
Sores exposed to the blisters and shards
Where any kind of kindness is as far as the sun, the sun
The sun, the sun, run, run, run, run
I know a place, I've seen a face
And I'll take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah

Run, run
Mmmmmmm, mmmmmmm

These are not my people, I should never have come here
I know a place, I've seen the face
Take the coast from factory to factory
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah
Ah yeah
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Ah yeah

. . .



Turn the key & warm up the vehicle
Window's foggy & I'm in my little bubble
Some are red, some are yellow
Black & blue & different colours
Mine is green

Let's go
Let's go
Let's go play footsie with the pedal
Get on the road

It glides underneath me
Yeah, it rides so sweetly
I love driving in my car
In my car I can see outside
I have wiped off the mirrors & they shine like glimmering glass

Oh no
Oh no
Oh no, is that you I see?
Take a left quickly

Green light, go
Red light, no
No matter on the yellow
It's so fun driving in my car

In my car I can do anything
Drive up & down the road
Maybe listen to the radio
I think I know this song
Light up a cigarette

Green light, go
Red light, no
No matter on the yellow
It's so fun driving in my car

. . .



Pack up all my cares & woes
Feeling low, here I go
Bye bye, Blackbird

Where somebody waits for me
Sugar's sweet, so is she
Bye bye, Blackbird

No one seems to love or understand me
And all the hard luck stories they all hand me
Where somebody shines the light
I'll be coming home tonight
Blackbird, bye bye

Bye, Blackbird
Bye bye, Blackbird

No one seems to love or understand me
And the hard luck stories they all hand me
Where somebody shines the light
I'll be coming home tonight
Blackbird, bye bye


. . .



Winter's coming on
Only one place to be
With my baby
On those streets of

New York in the fall
No rooms to be had
But I can get an add-on
I haven't booked ahead

Thought I had some sort of poll
Certainly the money to spend
But I've been walking up & down
Must be some sort of trend

Or just New York in the fall
The Leaves are all turned to red
But I can get an add-on
I haven't booked ahead

New York, New York, New York, New York, New York
In the fall
No rooms, no rooms, no rooms, no rooms

Guess I'll come back in the spring
Get drenched in the rain
I'll see you then instead
This time I'll book ahead

Oh, New York in the fall
Only place to be
But don't blame me
There just ain't no vacancy

New York, New York, New York, New York, New York, New York
In the fall

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