© 2014 Marta Pacek
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Medium Tempo, dark and brooding alt country/folk song about a man of the sea haunted by a woman from his past. 

She walks through the door, beckoning me
Singing the praise of what I need
And laughing, she’s laughing
Seems time has made a fool of me 
And holding my breath between her teeth
She’s laughing, laughing

But Oh thar she blows 					
Oh oh oh thar she blows

The Promise of love is leading me 
She sweeps me gently off my feet
Are dancing and so we’re dancing
But like a ship afloat the wailing sea
This curse shall have her way with me
While dancing and laughing

But Oh thar she blows 		 			
Oh oh oh thar she blows

				 
There are Voodoo dolls and false alarms 	
There are vipers hissing secrets in the dark
There are princes, thieves and all their charms
There are villains selling dreams & plastic parts 



Thar She Blows

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Pulsing, driving electronic beat with female vocals in the lower register. 

You walked into the bar   
Looking for a kill
You went straight for the heart
With those eyes and your will

You walked straight past the guards   
Who would keep me safe and sound
Disarmed them with one move
You threw their armour down

But when the bloody battle is over 
And the conqueror’s had his fill 
Bearing the scars on my chest to remind me
That I’ll be forever hunting you still  
I’ll be forever hunting you still   

You must have sensed the need	
You were looking for the weak
You knew by the way my ruby lips began to speak
I couldn’t put up a fight
I did not stand the chance
I gave into you then, I gave you all I had


The Hunted

Written by Marta Pacek (APRA) and Neil Murchison (SOCAN)
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Oh baby, don’t know what you believe but ya 	
Can’t trust what you think you see				
There’s no evidence for conclusions drawn		
Because he and I’ve got nothing going on				

You may have heard about another one				
But it’s been years since we’ve been done	
And it ain't like me to look back on a setting sun 
More and more every single day I dream of	  		
Cutting loose and running away 
From your little world but you just keep holding on	 
           		
Baby baby don’t look at me 					
With those judging eyes and jealousy
Because what you’re thinking, you know it just aint right
Why the hell tell me would I lie
Just to stay out a little later at night
And maybe baby I was just having me some fun


Stop accusing me of crimes I’ve never done		
You’re abusing me, like I’m not a vixen on the run 


Nothing Going On

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Written by Marta Pacek (APRA) and Todd Clark (SOCAN)
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One day he will come
One day he will come
And he’ll do everything
The way it’s meant to be done

But until then I won’t be waiting
I won’t pretend I don’t need saving

Cos nothings gonna hold me back from a heart of gold
And nothing gonna to steal my sun and leave me cold
I’ll be strong keep on keepin’ on n’when he’s standing there
I won’t run
Cos one day he’ll come oh oh oh oh oh oh

One day he’ll appear
One day he’ll be here
Ooh lovin’ on me
The way it’s meant to be


One Day

© 2014 Marta Pacek
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I don't need another lover to tell me I'm beautiful  
And I don't need another friend to take me out into the real world
Because I’ve seen how this story ends, time and time again  
A bad taste in my mouth 		 				
Feeling sad and lonely, be my one and only
Baby let me take you out, take me out

And all I need is for someone, to make me feel safe from harm 
Quiet these voices in my head, when they’re talking me to death 
What I need is a real man, to take me by my little hand
Learn the song inside my heart and sing it to me when I forget 
Don’t let me forget     

I don’t need another pretty boy searching for himself   
I’m not looking to be a mother to the young and defenseless
Another talent from a small town praying on his way down 
Drinking to drown his ghosts
I wasn’t looking for no trouble I knew you were a struggle
But how was I supposed to know you couldn’t love





All I Need

Written by Marta Pacek (APRA) and Neil Murchison (SOCAN)
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When the night comes rolling in    
You come rolling by
There’s no reason for you to call
And I won’t ask you why

Because you’re my favourite thing to do             
And I can’t keep my paws off you
All the causes in the world I chose you    
Because you’re my favourite thing to do  

When the day just keeps dragging on
I get a good feeling that you’ll be coming on home 
With your tight blue jeans and trouble in your eyes
Well honey you know, you know what’s on my mind

There’s a voice inside my head that says
Pretty mama don’t let him get away 
In my arms is where you belong
Should you stop coming round
I’ll be hanging on 




Favourite Thing

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I’ve been living in a bottle					
Laying low where the sun don’t dare to shine	
And I’ve been walking a head empty highway
Looking for something to relieve my mind
And this could be heaven, sleeping in the arms of hell		 

Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose 			
Some things in life you don’t get to choose  
But when you win who's going to lose
				          
Feeling through empty suitcases
Playing nice as the pleasantries begin
Worry and trouble carry me now
Through this wayward life I’ve been living  
And nothings going to save me now
		







Sometimes You Lose

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A slow tempo, dark, spaghetti Western style song with female vocals in a lower register. 

I’m a long way from home				
And this bar is more than for drinking in
And I ain’t leaving here alone
Because this bar is more than for drinking in
And I guess I felt uneasy when my bones began to quiver	
I know I will be shaken when the party delivers 

Oh it’s a far cry from where I’ve come 		
Breaking bones to the beat of a drum
Oh what a selfless thought			
I ain't leaving here alone				

Rivals and Rangers 
The call of duty is all the same
I’ll be a shadow by the river
And I will sleep in the bed I've made
And I guess I felt uneasy when my bones began to quiver	
I know I will be shaken when the party delivers 


Not Leaving Here Alone

One Day (Alternative)

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A lyric driven contemporary folk song with acoustic guitar, cello and female vocals. 

This world is no place for a lover like me    
I’m too ripe'n raw and ready for the kill
I believe in it all and get caught every time
Too loyal to cheat with those who will
I’d run after those thieves but I’m much too slow
The faster I fall the farther they go
Out with the old and in with the new
And suddenly they’re passing through

So please pass me over, pass me over 
Pass me over, pass me over again

I’m too young to be jaded, spaded and spun
Around till I’m dizzy and come undone
And I can’t tell the men from the wolves anymore
Tell me what It is I should be looking for
Cos this heart is no place for a wounded whore
Whose only desire is to conquer them all
I'm too soft for the sweethearts and then softer still 
Too weak to swallow that pill

And what do you say to a girl without a home
With no arms to run to outstretched and warm
After she leaves and then leaves again
Don’t lead me on now



Pass Me Over

Cover of Patty Griffin's song. Featured on the ABC/Global series Rookie Blue.

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