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SLOW & STEADY SEDUCTION: PHASE II

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  • move you (slow & steady seduction: phase ii)

    bending spoons with my mind
    manifesting men of all kinds in my spare time

    but oh, how i struggled in vain
    to solve this riddle with my brain
    when the answer’s in my hands
    so i’m gonna move you around
    got to turn you inside out

    yeah i wanna move you, move you around

    I wanna move you, I wanna move you around

    where do you, where do you, where do you,

    where do you, where do you get off
    living your life, not giving it all up
    to c’mere?

    moving it, saying it, moving it, saying it, moving it slow

    teach me a lesson ‘cause I wanna know
    if the answer’s in my hands

    so I wanna move you, I wanna move you around

    i wanna move you i wanna move you around
    I wanna move you, I wanna move you around

    yeah, yeah you with your itinerant life
    you’re mouthin off but never finding the light alright, alright
    but now it’s settled, now i’m settling in your bones
    i’m working into your soul
    you gotta give it a go

    i wanna move you, I wanna move you around
    I wanna move you I wanna move you around
    I wanna kick off your boots, give up the fight, summon the night,
    sick and tired of you so polite

    you gotta kick off your boots, give up the fight, summon the night,
    sick and tired of you so polite
    i wanna move you, I wanna move you around

     

    all the same to me

    i won’t run when the sky turns to flame
    and i sure won’t budge when the earth does shake
    when the flood comes up i will dance in the rain
    ‘cause it’s all the same to me

    somebody care somebody care somebody care for me
    somebody care somebody care somebody care for me
    and it’s all i live for, the air i breathe
    so it’s all the same to me
    yeah it’s all the same to me

    eeny meeny miny moe
    ee-eye ee-eye ee-eyo oh
    where you where you where you go?
    well it’s all the same to me

    eeny meeny miny moe
            i won’t holler, let me go       

            don’t you don’t you don’t you know
            that it’s all the same to me?

    somebody do somebody do somebody do you wrong
    don’t let ‘em kill don’t let ‘em kill don’t let ‘em kill your song
    so I keep on shufflin’ on and on

    ‘cause it’s all the same to me

    i won’t run when the sky turns to flame
    and i sure won’t budge when the earth does shake
    when the flood comes up i will dance in the rain
    ‘cause it’s all the same to me

    chorus

    somebody care somebody care somebody care for me
    somebody care somebody care somebody care for me
    and it’s all I live for, the air I breathe
    so it’s all the same to me
    yes it’s all the same to me
    well it’s all the same to me
    cut it out

    you better cut it out
    you gotta work it out
    you been giving it up
    all you got

    gotta knock it off (yeah yeah yeah)
    you been standing there so sad
    watching the clock
    all night long

    and I can do it like oh-oh-oh
    yeah a little like oh-oh-oh
    oh, ah, oh-oh-oh

    and I can love you like oo-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh
    oh-ah-ah-ah, oh-oh-oh

    and they’ll all come running
    they all come running
    they all come running, running back to you

    they’ll all come running (strut it like a son of a gun)
    they’ll all come running (show ‘em how to get it done)
    they all come running, running back to you

    one foot out the window
    in some kind of limbo
    oh-ah, ba-ba-ba-da

    but maybe the answer
    is to become a dancer
    oh-ah

    and they’ll all come running (strut it like a son of a gun)
    they’ll all come running (show ‘em how to get it done)
    they all come running back to you (see. them. see them run)

    one foot out the window
    in some kind of
    with your art school glasses and your bedhead hair

    what a pretty little boy
    high tops to match
    straight-laced
    with a side-long grin
    you had everyone laughing
    keeled over
    tears in their eyes

    you're like a warm up act for the next big thing
    you brought everybody to watch
    all the children around don't influence you
    and you get a coke back for your scotch

    band play on!
    and the band played over a couple of roller coaster rides
    ah-ah-ah-ah-ah ahhhh

    afterparty! afterparty at Jimmy's!

    there’s a room upstairs
    oh yeah no one even knows it’s there
    ah-ah-ah-ah-ah ahhhh

    so you say you got a band?
    three parts kinks, one part the jam

    you got soul on stage, boy
    how ‘bout soul in the sack, huh? who knows!?
    i’ve got a mind to determine that
    band play on! band play on!
    ah-ah-ah-ah-ah ahhhh

     

    drop dead blues

    (A.Marina/B.Daniel)

    shakin off all those blues

    comin down off that noose
    if it's the last thing i ever do

    you were breaking news in your birthday shoes
    and the front page had your back
    a funny feeling i never had
    like i was dropped off the map

    but one of these days you'll be calling my name with the blues
    one of these days you be falling for the least of my moves

    one of these days you'll be calling my name with the blues
    one of these days you'll be calling my name with the blues

    and i’ll take that bet
    and you'll find out what next
    oh, i swear i'm gonna shake you loose

    shaking off all those blues
    coming down off that noose
    if it's the last thing i ever do

    cause one of these days you'll be calling my name with the blues
    one of these days you'll be falling for the least of my moves

    ah one of these days you'll be calling my name with the blues
    one of these days you'll be looking my way for some juice
    looking for answers in the way that i turn my head . . . yeah
    ah one of these days you'll fall for the least of my moves

    ah-ah, oh-oh-oh

    ah one of these days you'll fall for the least of my moves
    one of these days you'll go out of your way sometime
    and as you're looking at me, ask yourself, did i change my mind?
    ah one of these days you'll be calling my name with the blues

     

    vertigo

    the song you sing is sentimental

    the song you sing is making me well
    i like it like it outta control
    the song you sing gives me vertigo

    oh oh i was singing to myself

    whoa whoa pretending you were there
    whoa whoa lose my eyes and it begins
    whoa you’re giving me the spins

    this medicine's expterimental

    this medicine it’s making me well

    i like it like it outta control

     

    this medicine gives me vertigo

     

    oh oh i was singing to myself

    whoa whoa pretending you were there

    whoa whoa close my eyes and it begins

    whoa you’re giving me the spins

    oh oh oh oh

     

    chorus

     

    everyone i see they stop and stare

    everyone i meet but I don’t care

    everything i knew is dying, dead

    everything i feared was in my head


    this medicine's expterimental

     

    this medicine it’s making me well

    i like it like it outta control

     

    this medicine gives me vertigo

     

    oh oh vertigo

    oh oh (I was singing to myself)

    oh oh oh vertigo

    oh oh oh (I was singing to myself)

    oh oh oh oh (I was singing to myself)

    oh oh oh oh

     

     

    lullaby for a realist

     

    sometimes a harbinger of hope

    lasts all day . . .

    and sometimes it don’t.

     

    sometimes i can see beyond the scope

    it’ll all be fine . . .

    or maybe it won’t.

     

     

    two left feet

     

    you retreat, i advance

    you cry on graves while i dance

    you will ebb, and i will flow

    oh i'm so sure about you, you don't know

     

    the more i love you, the more you stray

    the more i hate you, the more you come for me

    dance like this, dance like that

    oh, love me love me love me like a baseball bat 

     

    but the music sounds so sweet

    yeah the music comes so easy, easy

    why can’t we?

    c’mon, count me in!

    c’mon let’s play it again!

     

    now i retreat, you advance

    goddamn this goddamned dance

    lover how i miss you so, oh

    oh, i wish i never would’ve let you go

    i wish i never would’ve let you go

     

    'cause the music sounds so sweet

     

    yeah the music comes so easy, easy

    why can’t we?

    c’mon, count me in (two!)

    c’mon let’s play it again

     

    “what do you want," he said all coy,

    “some kind of boy toy? some kind of boy toy?”

     

    'cause the music sounds so sweet

     

    yeah the music comes so easy, easy

    why can’t we?

    c’mon, count me in (two! three!)

    c’mon let’s play it again

     

    “two broken birds,” you say, “we’re two left feet”

    now take your coat off and make a mess of me

    so i’ve got a broken heart

    so what, it’s a heart you could start

    yeah it’s a heart you could start

    so shut up, shut up, shut up

     

     

    waters of march (águas de março)


    (written by Antonio Carlos Jobim;
    with additional lyrics by Susannah McCorkle)


    É pau, é pedra
    é o fim do caminho
    É um resto de toco
    é um pouco sozinho

     


    A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
    It's feeling alone, it's the weight of your load
    It's a sliver of glass, it's life, it's the sun
    It's night, it's death, it's a knife, it's a gun



    A flower that blooms, a fox in the brush
    A knot in the wood, the song of the thrush
    A mystery of life, the steps in the hall
    The sound of the wind, and the waterfall


    It's the moon floating free, the curve of the slope
    It's an ant, it's a bee, it's a reason for hope
    And the riverbank sings of the waters of March
    It's the promise of spring, it's the joy in your heart



    É o pé, é o chão
    é a marcha estradeira
    Passarinho na mão,
    pedra de atiradeira


    É uma ave no céu
    é uma ave no chão
    É um regato, é uma fonte
    é um pedaço de pão


    É o fundo do poço
    é o fim do caminho
    No rosto o desgosto
    é um pouco sozinho


    A spear, a spike, a stake, a nail
    It's a drip, it's a drop, it's the end of the tale
    The dew on the leaf in the morning light
    The shot of a gun in the dead of the night


    A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump
    It's the will to survive, it's a jolt, it's a jump
    Blue print of a house, a body in bed
    Car stuck in the mud, it's the mud, it's the mud


    A fish, a flash, a wish, a wing
    It's a hawk, it's a dove, it's the promise of spring
    And the riverbank sings of the waters of March
    It's the end of despair, it's the joy in your heart

    É uma cobra, é um pau
    é João, é José  
    É um espinho na mão
    é um corte no pé
    São as águas de março
    fechando o verão
    É a promessa de vida
    no teu coração


    A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road
    The stump of a tree, it's a frog, it's a toad
    A sigh, a breath, a walk, a run
    A life, a death, the rain, the sun


    And the riverbank sings of the waters of March
    It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart

     

    not a through street

    i don't remember much of anything of those years
    kinda strange, kinda sad, considering
    all the laughs and all the tears

    could be this quiet cul de sac or the cynical moon
    could be the neighbor's cat watching me from the living room
    either way
    these days i feel so strange (I remember you)
    so strange (do you remember me)
    secretly


    so i comb the depths of the ocean floor of my memory
    grasping onto some shell, some piece,
    some evidence of you and me


    sunlight streaming mornings
    and your head in the sheets
    dancing naked in the living room
    i still practice secretly (I remember you)
    secretly (do you remember me)
    secretly (I remember you)
    secretly (do you remember me)
    secretly


    you're a mile away/ on your island so blue
    doing who-knows-what/ with who-knows-who

    haphazard lovers/ don't seem to drown out your tune
    goes for me anyway/ i don't know about you


    so no matter what or when or who
    you remember me
    i’ll remember
    you remember me
    i'll remember
    you remember me
    i’ll remember you (secretly)
    remember you (secretly)
    i’ll remember

     

    cowboy

    there was a dive bar and a cowboy
    well not a cowboy really but he wore the hat
    and there was someone who looked like me
    at least a little but not exact

    said he was gonna take me out proper
    “you and me are going to the zoo.”
    and i pretended that I was bored
    and i could take my eyes off of you

    all i had to do was ask
    i never knew that this could last
    i never knew what i was in for
    this town thinks it’s got your number
    it’s unlisted but they can wonder
    and guess and speculate on you and me


    little did i know just how far our little car could go
    little did i know just how far our little car could go


    said he was damaged over whiskey
    yeah, a kind of Kerouac over cigarettes
    “let me guess, you’re a gambler, too?”
    he said, “i bet i marry you.”

        
    all I had to do was look
    you were such an open book
    how could I miss what I was in for?
    go on ahead and be a loner
    put on your distant look and roam around the west
    like jack and neal and dean
    little did i know
    uh oh oh
    little did i see
    little did i know just how far our little car could go
    little did i know just how far your little car could go

        
    but i drove a thousand miles for you
    i even bent the rules it’s true
    i swear to everything above
    i never knew you at all
    my love

     

    high on the ceiling

    i read all of your mail
    i searched all your clothes
    and i had you tracked when you left home

    i watched all of your tapes
    read through all of the magazines
    and i tapped your answering machine


    no matter how i stare
    can’t find you any anywhere


    even if i was high on the ceiling
    seeing is believing
    i can’t conceive you’re even here


    no matter how I stare
    can’t find you any . . .


    even if i was high on the ceiling
    seeing is believing
    i can’t conceive you’re even here
        


    high on the ceiling
    seeing is believing
    i can’t conceive you’re even here


    just got a feeling
    seeing is believing
    i can’t conceive you’re even here


    high on the ceiling
    seeing is believing
    i can’t conceive you’re even here
    i can’t conceive you’re even here

(all songs written by Anya Marina unless otherwise noted)
Rating: 
5
Average: 5 (1 vote)
Release date: 
Jan 20, 2009
Total Tracks: 
12