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A Day At The Fair
04:35
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A Day At The Fair (music and lyrics by Tamra Hayden)
I didn’t know what I was searching for. I didn’t know the rules. Felt just like a circus freak at home with all these fools.
My body limp. My brain is weak.
Didn’t know the game was on to win a prize. The treasure not buried, just in disguise. Thank you sir, I’ll use your cap,
fill it to the brim. Head into the wind…
I ran and I ran with no course in mind I ran. My hair, a thousand horses storming down a hill.
Nothing’s gonna hold me back. With a sheer force of will I ran and I ran. A blinding run into the sun.
A Day At The Fair, I wish you could be there to see me surrounded by these clowns on every side.
I look in the mirror. Is this who I am? It’s distorted and it’s weird. I can hardly see myself.
I didn’t know who I was or who I’d be. Am I part of this freak show? Is this me? A thousand voices telling me just how to be.
I’m more than what you see!
I ran and I ran. Getting nowhere I ran. Freedom comes in many forms, like wings upon my feet.
I just wanted to get out of there cause parting is such sweet sorrow!
A Day At The Fair, I wish you could be there to see me surrounded by these clowns on every side.
I look in the mirror. Is this who I am? It’s distorted and it’s weird. This is how I see myself.
I don’t know what I’m searching for. I don’t know all the rules. But, I’m learning how to break them all now, one by one.
And I’m heading for the door cause I can’t take this anymore.
My thoughts burst into countless stars! Break these chains, remove these bars!
The fun house has an empty room cause I just ran out the door!
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2. |
Song For An Accident
04:39
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SONG FOR AN ACCIDENT
(copyright 2005 David Wolfson and Barbara De Cesare?)
A low slung scar, the tissue there is tough.
Beneath it, wire sews up your cheekbone
Because you rode too fast, not fast enough,
Or didn’t see, or did, and then were thrown.
It’s beautiful, there, that sealed wound.
I see it as I love you; whole, imperfect, true.
I see it as I love you, as honest as a cut was meant to be.
In the dark bed my lips trace over you
And search your skin for the new map drawn there,
Where you lay dozing low in your pillow.
I want to kiss the flaws that brought you here,
I want to kiss the flaws that brought you here:
The wrong turns, the bad breaks, the crash and throw
That sent you off your path. I love them all:
The spin, the stop, the flying and the fall.
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8th Great Wonder
05:13
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8th Great Wonder (music and lyrics by Tamra Hayden)
The 8th greatest wonder of the world: why?
The 8th greatest wonder of the world: the big, fat question mark.
Why won’t I breathe? Why am I holding back? Why am I holding on?
It’s useless to cling to the past. La, la, la, la di friggin’ da!
I wanna run, I wanna know, I wanna feel.
I wanna be, but what is it like to be free. La, la, la, la di friggin da!
Stepping on cue, getting my lines right. Why do I feel I’ve no voice in this world?
Doing my homework, paying attention, still nothing is right and I wonder why.
The 8th great wonder. Why?
I wanna run, I wanna feel. I wanna know is anything real.
When will the war stop? When will I feel safe in my own backyard?
When will I be safe? Safe and off guard?
I want peace, not a piece of you. You want a piece of me I can’t return.
I have given all that I’m able to. You have taken my heart and soul, but never mind!
And I wonder why, I wonder why.
I wonder why, why are we here? Why do we live with so much fear?
Where is the end of our tears?
I wanna run, I wanna fly to you! I wanna pick up all our broken pieces.
Kiss each broken dream goodbye.
But, I’m blown to pieces, scattered and shattered.
Broken beyond my own recognition.
How will I mend, if I don’t even know what for?
The 8th greatest wonder of the world: why?
The 8th greatest wonder of the world: the big, fat question mark.
Why won’t I breathe? Why am I holding back? Why am I holding on?
It’s useless to cling to the past. La, la, la, la di friggin’ da!
I wanna run, I wanna fly to you! I wanna pick up all our broken pieces.
Kiss each broken dream goodbye.
I wanna hold you. I wanna cry with you. Tell you how I still love you.
I just wanna hold you…for no reason at all.
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4. |
Right Here, Right Now
05:37
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Right Here, Right Now (music and lyrics by Tamra Hayden)
I thought I was fearless. I thought I was strong.
But, I'm finding I'm just masochistic!
In the back of my mind I must still believe that I can leap tall building in a single bound!
But, I don't think so...not anymore.
These super human tricks will land me in an urn.
When will I learn.
The American dream of always wanting more.
This hunger never satisfied!
Grabbing for that bigger, better remote control whatever has got me tied up inside.
To what height will I climb to attain it?
To what depth will I stoop to conquer my fears?
To what length will I hurl my poor tired body to get that ever elusive,
ever elusive brass ring? (of thee I sing na na na na na na na now)
How far am I gonna run away from home to find my dream?
How far am I gonna have to run away to find me?
When right here is where I am.
Right here in my chest is where my heart is.
Right here inside this moment is the most precious time.
Is na na na na na na na now
Right Here, Right na na na na na na na now!
I think of myself as a giving person and I know I'm not the only one.
I have this thing about saving the whole world, 'cause that's my idea of fun!
I'd like to be an angel, but the truth is, I can't strap these wings on on my own.
So, meet me where I am, we can have it all!
Just not all at the same time.
If we work together to save this poor tired planet,
we could have it all.
I've had this dream that I could do much more and it wells up inside.
I'm open now to possibilities that I've tried so hard to deny.
To what height will I climb to attain peace?
To what depth will I stoop to conquer these fears?
To what length will I go to let my love light flow?
I've gotta start Right Here, Right Now!
Right Here, Right Now!
Not out there, not later, but Right Here, Right Now!
Not someday, not maybe, not only if the check clears,
not tomorrow or in a few years...
But, right here. Right Here, Right na na na na na na na now.
'Cause right here is where I am.
Right here in my chest is where my heart is.
Right here inside this moment is the only time.
Is na na na na na na na now
Right here, right na na na na na na na now!
...there's no time like the present, baby:)
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5. |
Breakdown
04:29
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BREAKDOWN
music and lyrics by Tamra Hayden
I've been flyin' so high, flying too close to the sun!
I've been movin' so fast, I don't know which way I'm goin'.
Am I up, am I down?
I'm mixed up, turned around.
I can't stand still.
If I slowed down long enough to feel, I know I would breakdown!
Breakdown, let down my guard, and lose control.
I think trav'ling at the speed of light will get me to you much quicker.
Faster than the speed of sound and I'm on a roll!
But, I'm spinnin' my wheels.
Sure, I'm causin' a commotion.
I wanna get close to you baby, but where's the emmotion?
Come on get real! Come on and break down.
Break down, let down your guard and lose control!
'Cause when the moon breaks out in blue and time stands still,
With you right here in my arms, I'm flying high!
When it rains, they say it pours.
Along with your love, I've been blessed with so many open doors.
I wanna cruise! I wanna lose control.
Your love is real. I've got a brand new joy!
I wanna fly so high, I fly right up to the sun!
And like a refiner's fire, burn me down to my one true desire.
If I'm gonna break down, bring it on, then I'm gonna break down.
If it's gonna get hot, make it real hot!
I'm gonna breakdown!
Oh, we're gonna burn it up all night long!
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Lucky
04:29
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Lucky
words and music by Tamra Hayden
The sky is blue and I'm with you,
if this ain't a dream I must be lucky.
My future's made, I just got laid,
call it what you like,
I call it lucky!
I've missed the boat, I've missed the train,
I've seen my best laid plans run down the drain,
Life has dealt me several blows, but I can't complain,
'Cause you're my love puppet and you drive me insane
and I feel lucky. I feel so lucky.
I've got two eyes, I've got one nose,
got all my movin' parts, yeah,
I call that lucky.
Got two red lips. Know how to use 'em.
Pucker up, baby, you can't refuse 'em!
I've been deserted, I've been detained,
Had second thoughts in this decaying brain.
But, now that you're beside me one truth remains:
I am so goldarn lucky!
Been in denial, I've been insane,
I've been to hell and back and still know the pain,
I've lost control of my American Dream,
but now that you're my co-pilot flying this thing
I feel so lucky!
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7. |
Ride!
03:51
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RIDE!
words and music by Tamra Hayden
You can buy happiness...but you can't buy exemption for cold hard reality!
When it hits you in the face with its full fledged brutality
and rock bottom is your reality.
I say get up!
Get up and ride! Ride!
Grab on with both hands and ride!
I say live, really live till you die!
Use your finest silver....nap in the sun...
go crazy! Wear your favorite color!
Run, baby, run!
Eat, drink and be merry!
Live, really live!
Life's to short in the long run...
So, get up and ride! Ride!
grab on with both hands and ride!
I say live, really live till you die!
Just think of this miracle of life we are so blessed with.
The randomness of it all in all it's perfection.
And through all of our short comings and though we fail each other in so many ways,
We can still choose to love, choose to forgive and rise above!
You can buy happiness...you can choose to live well.
Life can be a veritible feast...(or you can have your own personal hell...hey it's your life)
But, don't look your gift horse in the mouth...
I said, "Get your head out of the mouth of that beast!"
Throw your leg over...
get on your gift horse and Ride! Ride!
grab on with both hands and ride!
Ride it on in to the next life.
I say live, really live till you die!
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8. |
Always And Only You
04:30
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Always and Only You
words and music by Tamra Hayden
If I could put my heart on this page in a way to make it clear
All my joys and all my sadness and pain
If my tears could be set to music
Then you may understand how I truly feel
Who I am.
If I could look into your eyes again
with all the love I really feel for you
If I could fold you in my arms again
then you would know
(I want you to know) how I miss you
If all my longings could be told in a mere line of unspeakable beauty
But the crying of my soul is silent
And my heart that won't rest until I see you again
Cannot bear to awaken to another dawn without you there
If I could look into your eyes again
with all the love I really feel for you
If I could fold you in my arms again
then you would know
(I need you to know) how I miss you
But God has wiped away your tears forever
And my eyes will weep for you
Until I'm in your arms again,
I will never cry enough tears to wash away this pain
Nor will they ever drown the memory of Always and Only You
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Tamra Hayden New York
From Broadway to the Blues, critics have called Tamra Hayden, an 'emotionally rich, psychologically detailed singer that can
reheat coffee' and 'outsizzle Peggy Lee'.
Tamra performed on Broadway and has released several CD's from varied collaborations.
Currently, Tamra is developing a series of patent pending iOS and Leap Motion apps (MusicalMe Images) that turn color and movement into music.
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