Lindi Ortega - Tin Star Lyrics
Lindi Ortega - Tin Star Lyrics
If you need space, take a trip|Hijack you a ride on a rocket ship|Hang out with some constellations|Get yourself some isolation, babe||If you need time, here's a clock|You can sit alone at night and listen to it tic and toc|If it stops, wind it up|I'll be somewhere giving up on you||All my love is wasted on nothing but a heartache in my chest|You know how much I hate it, baby you're the one who does it best||Love shouldn't be so hard|Love shouldn't be so hard |Hard as this||If you need to think, go read a book|Read about some thief stealing hearts like a crook|See yourself within the plot|Realize you've got a lot to lose||All my love is wasted on nothing but a heartache in my chest|You know how much I hate it, baby you're the one who does it best||Love shouldn't be so hard|Love shouldn't be so hard |Love shouldn't be so hard|Hard as this||All my love is wasted on nothing but a heartache in my chest|You know how much I hate it, baby you're the one who does it best|I could have been the one for you, but lately I don't know what we got left||Oh, love shouldn't be so hard |Love shouldn't be so hard|Hard as this||||||||Gypsy Child (L. Ortega)||When I was just a little girl|I had the biggest dreams|Took me from Toronto |All the way to Tennessee |Daddy said to sing it loud|Go on, make your mama proud|Be want you're meant to be||When I bust out of my cage|Boy, you shoulda seen me fly|I ain't into keeping still |And watching life go by|I've the whole world at my feet|I skip along to my own beat|That's just how I survive||I'm a gypsy child, that's what my mama called me|I'm a gypsy child, just a wanderin' free|Travelin' singing songs|Here for now but not for long|I'm a gypsy child||Mama says she misses me |She's sad to see me go|When I make it back to town|She's always at the show|She knows just what I have to do|The gypsy life means passin' through|I love the open road||I'm a gypsy child, that's what my mama called me|I'm a gypsy child, just a wanderin' free|Travelin' singing songs|Here for now but not for long|I'm a gypsy child||All the world's a stage I've gotta play|I'll be singing till my dying day||I'm a gypsy child, that's what my mama calls me|I'm a gypsy child, just a wanderin' free|Travelin' singing songs|Here for now but not for long|I'm a gypsy child|Tin Star (L. Ortega)||Oh, you don't know me|I'm a nobody|I sing on the strip|For a few pennies||I got a busted string|And a broken guitar|I've been singing for tips|Down at the local bar||Like an old tin star, beat up and rusty|Lost in the shining stars of Nashville, Tennessee|Well, I wrote this song for those who are like me|Lost in the shining stars, the shining stars||Well, we don't got fame|No name in lights|No billboard hits|No sold out nights||We got dues to pay|Tryin' to make a way|Some of us wait on luck|While some just pray||Like an old tin star, beat up and rusty|Lost in the shining stars of Nashville, Tennessee|Well, I wrote this song for those who are like me|Lost in the shining stars, the shining stars||Well, if the music wasn't runnin' through the blood in my veins|I might just walk away, oh, I would walk away|But the music keeps on runnin' through the blood in my veins|And it just makes me stay, oh, it makes me stay||Like an old tin star, beat up and rusty|Lost in the shining stars of Nashville, Tennessee|Well, I wrote this song for those who are like me|Lost in the shining stars, the shining stars|Of Nashville, Tennessee||For those who are like me|||Voodoo Mama (L. Ortega)||Louisiana, I feel you callin' me|Voodoo mama has been haunting my dreams|She said, 'Come on back, come on back to New Orleans'||Louisiana, I'm torn at the seams |I need you mama to sew these old blue jeans|So I'm coming back, coming back to New Orleans||I'm coming back, I'm coming back|To music in the streets|I'm coming back, I'm coming back|To music in the streets|Well, I'm coming back, coming back to New Orleans||Louisiana, I feel you calling me|Voodoo mama has been haunting my dreams|She said, 'Come on back, come on back to New Orleans'|She said, 'Come on back, come on back to New Orleans'|||Lived And Died Alone (L. Ortega)||Love never came easily to me|There were no fish swimming in my sea|I resided myself to the fact|That I would always love never to be loved back|But that's okay, I know some day||When the sun has set, I will go dig up the dead|Lift their bodies from their graves |And I'll lay them in my bed|To fill their hollow hearts with all of my broken parts|And all the love that they were never shown|To all those who have lived and died alone||I guess I thought it couldn't really hurt|To search for sweethearts underneath the dirt|Sure, they may be made of dust and bone|But I will take them home from their lonely tombstone|To be with me in the Dead Sea||When the sun has set, I will go dig up the dead|Lift their bodies from their graves|And I'll lay them in my bed|To fill their hollow hearts with all of my broken parts|And all the love that they were never shown|To all those who have lived and died alone||When the sun has set, I will go dig up the dead|Lift their bodies from their graves|And I'll lay them in my bed|I will fill their hollow hearts with all of my broken parts|And all the love that they were never shown|To all those who have lived and died alone||To all those who have lived and died alone|||I Want You (L. Ortega / D. Cobb)||There will be angels|There will be devils|I will be in between|But I cross that line|Some of the time|And lately I've been mean||A little bit of sugar|A little bit of spice|Whatever you desire|If it's gonna burn|Honey, you will learn|I'm not afraid to play with fire||I want you to want me||There will be light|There will be darkness|I will be in the shade|Creeping in the corner|Nothing but a former|Shadow of the girl you played||I'm hanging up my halo|Getting out my pitchfork|You ain't seen nothing yet|I can be bad, I can drive you mad|Be the girl that you won't forget||I want you to want me||Sweet and softly, I will sing to you|Lullabies just like the angels do|Sweet and softly, I will sing to you|But I can be the devil if you ask me to||I want you to want me|||This Is Not Surreal (L. Ortega)||A revolutionary for the one you love|He was the frog and you were the dove|With your broken body and your broken heart|One must always suffer for the sake of their art||'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality and it's left me for dead'|'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality, till my very last breath'||Swimming in the sorrow that you tried to drown|A traitor in your own mind and you can't get him out|Haunting every portrait of your saddest face|Your muse is a painting that cannot be erased||'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality and it's left me for dead'|'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality, till my very last breath'||'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality and it's left me for dead'|'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality, till my very last breath'|||Something For You (L. Ortega / J. Robertson)||I don't need you to love me|I need you to hear me out|All these words that were trapped in my heart|Are finally free from my mouth||I don't need you to love me|I need you to know how I feel|'Cause I don't want to live in regret|Of what I didn't reveal||I just can't hold it inside|Lord knows how hard I've tried|I need to confess, to profess |All these things that I'm feeling|And darling, I'm feeling|Something for you||I don't need you to love me|I just needed you to know|That all of this time |Well, I wished you were mine |But I never let it show||I don't need you to love me|I need you to understand|That I tried to control my heart|But it slipped through my hands||I just can't hold it inside|Lord knows how hard I've tried|I need to confess, to profess |All these things that I'm feeling|And darling, I'm feeling||What if it turns you away|And all that I'm left with are yesterdays|I know I need to be brave|'Cause I know there's something I've got to say|I don't need you||I don't need you to love me|But just in case you do|Just know how much I would love it|If you loved me, too|||All These Cats (L. Ortega)||All my life, been payin' my dues|Only 'cause I gamble with so much to lose|Who am I to say if I'm gonna get away|Tryin' to make a livin' not making any pay|Gotta do what I can to survive|The music is the only thing keeping me alive||All these cats keep starin' me down|Tryina run my ass right out of this town|All these cats keep starin' me down|Tryina run my ass right out of this town|I ain't gonna look, I ain't gonna listen|I'm just gonna continue on my mission|Hey, I'm here to stay||You can go ahead and intimidate me|All you're gonna do is really just make me|Try to prove you wrong, try if I must|Sing a little song, leave you in the dust|We coulda been in harmony|But you're just looking for an enemy ||All these cats keep starin' me down|Tryina run my ass right out of this town|All these cats keep starin' me down|Tryina run my ass right out of this town|I ain't gonna look, I ain't gonna listen|I'm just gonna continue on my mission|Hey, I'm here to stay|||Waitin' On My Luck To Change (L. Ortega)||It's always sunny up above the clouds|I left my trouble down on the ground|Now I'm sailing on the sunshine|Waitin' on my luck to change||Down below it's just trouble and pain|All I know is the cold and the rain|Now I'm bouncing in the blue sky|Waitin' on my luck to change||I've had the same bad luck for far too long|Always singing the same sad song|Now it feels like I'm moving along|Waitin' on my luck to change||It's always sunny up above the clouds|Ain't no darkness gonna hang around|Because the devil is hellbound|It's lookin' like my luck is gonna change||I've had the same bad luck for far too long|Always singing the same sad song|Now it feels like I'm moving along|Waitin' on my luck to change|||Songs About (L. Ortega)||Little red boots and a little black dress|For every occasion I'm wearing my best|When the curtains close and the lights go down|I'll still be singing when no one's around||I'll be singing a song, straight from the soul|Songs about loving and just letting go|Song about laughing, songs about crying|Songs about living, songs about dying||Just so you know I mean what I say|But I am no poet not one of the greats|I am not perfect, well, nobody is|Nor are the notes that escape from my lips||So I'm singing a song, straight from the soul|Songs about loving and just letting go|Songs about laughing, songs about crying|Songs about falling, songs about flying||I'll sing a song, straight from the soul|Songs about loving and just letting go|Songs about falling, songs about flying|Songs about living, songs about dying|Songs about failing, songs about trying||Songs about loving, straight from the soul|'Cause that's all I know||||
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If you need space, take a trip|Hijack you a ride on a rocket ship|Hang out with some constellations|Get yourself some isolation, babe||If you need time, here's a clock|You can sit alone at night and listen to it tic and toc|If it stops, wind it up|I'll be somewhere giving up on you||All my love is wasted on nothing but a heartache in my chest|You know how much I hate it, baby you're the one who does it best||Love shouldn't be so hard|Love shouldn't be so hard |Hard as this||If you need to think, go read a book|Read about some thief stealing hearts like a crook|See yourself within the plot|Realize you've got a lot to lose||All my love is wasted on nothing but a heartache in my chest|You know how much I hate it, baby you're the one who does it best||Love shouldn't be so hard|Love shouldn't be so hard |Love shouldn't be so hard|Hard as this||All my love is wasted on nothing but a heartache in my chest|You know how much I hate it, baby you're the one who does it best|I could have been the one for you, but lately I don't know what we got left||Oh, love shouldn't be so hard |Love shouldn't be so hard|Hard as this||||||||Gypsy Child (L. Ortega)||When I was just a little girl|I had the biggest dreams|Took me from Toronto |All the way to Tennessee |Daddy said to sing it loud|Go on, make your mama proud|Be want you're meant to be||When I bust out of my cage|Boy, you shoulda seen me fly|I ain't into keeping still |And watching life go by|I've the whole world at my feet|I skip along to my own beat|That's just how I survive||I'm a gypsy child, that's what my mama called me|I'm a gypsy child, just a wanderin' free|Travelin' singing songs|Here for now but not for long|I'm a gypsy child||Mama says she misses me |She's sad to see me go|When I make it back to town|She's always at the show|She knows just what I have to do|The gypsy life means passin' through|I love the open road||I'm a gypsy child, that's what my mama called me|I'm a gypsy child, just a wanderin' free|Travelin' singing songs|Here for now but not for long|I'm a gypsy child||All the world's a stage I've gotta play|I'll be singing till my dying day||I'm a gypsy child, that's what my mama calls me|I'm a gypsy child, just a wanderin' free|Travelin' singing songs|Here for now but not for long|I'm a gypsy child|Tin Star (L. Ortega)||Oh, you don't know me|I'm a nobody|I sing on the strip|For a few pennies||I got a busted string|And a broken guitar|I've been singing for tips|Down at the local bar||Like an old tin star, beat up and rusty|Lost in the shining stars of Nashville, Tennessee|Well, I wrote this song for those who are like me|Lost in the shining stars, the shining stars||Well, we don't got fame|No name in lights|No billboard hits|No sold out nights||We got dues to pay|Tryin' to make a way|Some of us wait on luck|While some just pray||Like an old tin star, beat up and rusty|Lost in the shining stars of Nashville, Tennessee|Well, I wrote this song for those who are like me|Lost in the shining stars, the shining stars||Well, if the music wasn't runnin' through the blood in my veins|I might just walk away, oh, I would walk away|But the music keeps on runnin' through the blood in my veins|And it just makes me stay, oh, it makes me stay||Like an old tin star, beat up and rusty|Lost in the shining stars of Nashville, Tennessee|Well, I wrote this song for those who are like me|Lost in the shining stars, the shining stars|Of Nashville, Tennessee||For those who are like me|||Voodoo Mama (L. Ortega)||Louisiana, I feel you callin' me|Voodoo mama has been haunting my dreams|She said, 'Come on back, come on back to New Orleans'||Louisiana, I'm torn at the seams |I need you mama to sew these old blue jeans|So I'm coming back, coming back to New Orleans||I'm coming back, I'm coming back|To music in the streets|I'm coming back, I'm coming back|To music in the streets|Well, I'm coming back, coming back to New Orleans||Louisiana, I feel you calling me|Voodoo mama has been haunting my dreams|She said, 'Come on back, come on back to New Orleans'|She said, 'Come on back, come on back to New Orleans'|||Lived And Died Alone (L. Ortega)||Love never came easily to me|There were no fish swimming in my sea|I resided myself to the fact|That I would always love never to be loved back|But that's okay, I know some day||When the sun has set, I will go dig up the dead|Lift their bodies from their graves |And I'll lay them in my bed|To fill their hollow hearts with all of my broken parts|And all the love that they were never shown|To all those who have lived and died alone||I guess I thought it couldn't really hurt|To search for sweethearts underneath the dirt|Sure, they may be made of dust and bone|But I will take them home from their lonely tombstone|To be with me in the Dead Sea||When the sun has set, I will go dig up the dead|Lift their bodies from their graves|And I'll lay them in my bed|To fill their hollow hearts with all of my broken parts|And all the love that they were never shown|To all those who have lived and died alone||When the sun has set, I will go dig up the dead|Lift their bodies from their graves|And I'll lay them in my bed|I will fill their hollow hearts with all of my broken parts|And all the love that they were never shown|To all those who have lived and died alone||To all those who have lived and died alone|||I Want You (L. Ortega / D. Cobb)||There will be angels|There will be devils|I will be in between|But I cross that line|Some of the time|And lately I've been mean||A little bit of sugar|A little bit of spice|Whatever you desire|If it's gonna burn|Honey, you will learn|I'm not afraid to play with fire||I want you to want me||There will be light|There will be darkness|I will be in the shade|Creeping in the corner|Nothing but a former|Shadow of the girl you played||I'm hanging up my halo|Getting out my pitchfork|You ain't seen nothing yet|I can be bad, I can drive you mad|Be the girl that you won't forget||I want you to want me||Sweet and softly, I will sing to you|Lullabies just like the angels do|Sweet and softly, I will sing to you|But I can be the devil if you ask me to||I want you to want me|||This Is Not Surreal (L. Ortega)||A revolutionary for the one you love|He was the frog and you were the dove|With your broken body and your broken heart|One must always suffer for the sake of their art||'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality and it's left me for dead'|'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality, till my very last breath'||Swimming in the sorrow that you tried to drown|A traitor in your own mind and you can't get him out|Haunting every portrait of your saddest face|Your muse is a painting that cannot be erased||'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality and it's left me for dead'|'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality, till my very last breath'||'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality and it's left me for dead'|'This is not surreal,' you said|'This is my reality, till my very last breath'|||Something For You (L. Ortega / J. Robertson)||I don't need you to love me|I need you to hear me out|All these words that were trapped in my heart|Are finally free from my mouth||I don't need you to love me|I need you to know how I feel|'Cause I don't want to live in regret|Of what I didn't reveal||I just can't hold it inside|Lord knows how hard I've tried|I need to confess, to profess |All these things that I'm feeling|And darling, I'm feeling|Something for you||I don't need you to love me|I just needed you to know|That all of this time |Well, I wished you were mine |But I never let it show||I don't need you to love me|I need you to understand|That I tried to control my heart|But it slipped through my hands||I just can't hold it inside|Lord knows how hard I've tried|I need to confess, to profess |All these things that I'm feeling|And darling, I'm feeling||What if it turns you away|And all that I'm left with are yesterdays|I know I need to be brave|'Cause I know there's something I've got to say|I don't need you||I don't need you to love me|But just in case you do|Just know how much I would love it|If you loved me, too|||All These Cats (L. Ortega)||All my life, been payin' my dues|Only 'cause I gamble with so much to lose|Who am I to say if I'm gonna get away|Tryin' to make a livin' not making any pay|Gotta do what I can to survive|The music is the only thing keeping me alive||All these cats keep starin' me down|Tryina run my ass right out of this town|All these cats keep starin' me down|Tryina run my ass right out of this town|I ain't gonna look, I ain't gonna listen|I'm just gonna continue on my mission|Hey, I'm here to stay||You can go ahead and intimidate me|All you're gonna do is really just make me|Try to prove you wrong, try if I must|Sing a little song, leave you in the dust|We coulda been in harmony|But you're just looking for an enemy ||All these cats keep starin' me down|Tryina run my ass right out of this town|All these cats keep starin' me down|Tryina run my ass right out of this town|I ain't gonna look, I ain't gonna listen|I'm just gonna continue on my mission|Hey, I'm here to stay|||Waitin' On My Luck To Change (L. Ortega)||It's always sunny up above the clouds|I left my trouble down on the ground|Now I'm sailing on the sunshine|Waitin' on my luck to change||Down below it's just trouble and pain|All I know is the cold and the rain|Now I'm bouncing in the blue sky|Waitin' on my luck to change||I've had the same bad luck for far too long|Always singing the same sad song|Now it feels like I'm moving along|Waitin' on my luck to change||It's always sunny up above the clouds|Ain't no darkness gonna hang around|Because the devil is hellbound|It's lookin' like my luck is gonna change||I've had the same bad luck for far too long|Always singing the same sad song|Now it feels like I'm moving along|Waitin' on my luck to change|||Songs About (L. Ortega)||Little red boots and a little black dress|For every occasion I'm wearing my best|When the curtains close and the lights go down|I'll still be singing when no one's around||I'll be singing a song, straight from the soul|Songs about loving and just letting go|Song about laughing, songs about crying|Songs about living, songs about dying||Just so you know I mean what I say|But I am no poet not one of the greats|I am not perfect, well, nobody is|Nor are the notes that escape from my lips||So I'm singing a song, straight from the soul|Songs about loving and just letting go|Songs about laughing, songs about crying|Songs about falling, songs about flying||I'll sing a song, straight from the soul|Songs about loving and just letting go|Songs about falling, songs about flying|Songs about living, songs about dying|Songs about failing, songs about trying||Songs about loving, straight from the soul|'Cause that's all I know||||