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Made to be Played by Sven Mullet

I feel useless
Like a horse with a broken leg
So frustrated
But I'm just too proud to beg

She tried to tell me
But the words all came out wrong
In the end she
Packed her bags and moved along


The apple falls close to the tree they say
If you're looking for someone to play
I trust everyone(X3) but me
And if you need someone to play along
By the time I know what's going on
You're already gone(X3) away


I feel stupid
But I don't know how to change
Should be bitter
But I just think this is strange


The apple falls close to the tree they say
If you're looking for someone to play
I trust everyone(X3) but me
And if you need someone to play along
By the time I know what's going on
You're already gone(X3) away

Made To Be Played - Paco del Stinko

I hear your dog bark
I fear your stopped heart
I'm under your gun
As you plunder and run
One equals four times
Two is lethal in size
Three brings the power
Having them all rings the twelfth hour

I'm a sucker - I was made to be played
I've never had good luck, no matter how hard I've prayed

First I let you take me
Cause it hurts when you rape me
You refuse to be tender
When I choose to surrender

I'm a sucker - I was made to be played
I've never had good luck, no matter how hard I've prayed

Take a chance - Fake a stance
Break a dance - Shake the trance

I'm a sucker - I was made to be played
I've never had good luck, no matter how hard I've prayed

How comforting this minor sore will let you take your moment's sin
Learn the way, take your sunny song

Maybe you will get out high, get out hungry
When they take away your shame

Wave when you get out
Knowing that they want you
They can take you on their own

Can't you win? Get it sold. Get it moving
Cause this hand has to be played

Big old grin. Big old hole. Did he see you -
You, the last light of his day
Did they see you leave?

Wave when you get out
Knowing that they want you
They can take you on their own

Tell me, tell me, if you feel you might leave
Lights on. Get home. Made a killing lately.

Knowing you won't blame me. Heard that you forgave me.
Heard that you forgave me

We can take you on our own

Gooey Caramel Centaur

Truth be told I expected more when it came in the mail
It looked like it cost less than the postage
The blackened strings and the pegs that don't budge
Said it had seen more days than most

But it sounded fine
At least lower down the strings
So it was alright
If you're just playing simple things

Others would count it out
As not fit to play a tune
But I'm gonna make sure it does
What it was made to do

It was made to be played
Whatever the state
We're wrestling fate
Although it's warping and it's rusted
I refuse to say it's busted
We can take this wreck and fashion something great
'Cause it's made to be played

It's come a long way through time to reach me
I'm sure there's a lot that it can teach me

It's been someone's trusted friend
When nobody else could know
It's sung out of life and love
Of ecstasy and woe

Made To Be Played

You got a game you like to play and now I'm in it
I don't remember ever learning the rules
I should have known I wouldn't even last a minute
You made me look like a fool

Your kiss, your touch is how you beat me
I'm just a piece in your game
The way you push me around, sometimes you treat me
Like I was made to be played

Okay, you win - Yeah you beat me
There's nothing else I can say
But I don't think it means you need to treat me
Like I was made to be played

-solo-

Okay, you win - Yeah you beat me
There's nothing else I can say
But I don't think it means you need to treat me
Like I was made to be played

But I - I had to try
'Cause I could never walk away from a game
And now I don't know what to choose
'Cause I always end up losing just the same

Your kiss, your touch will always beat me
There's nothing else I can say
But I don't think it means you need to treat me
Like I was made to be played

I wasn't made to be played

She Was Made To Played
(c) Emmrich 2009

(chorus)
She was made to be played
it never felt like work
and when the games were over
we got our just dessert
oh yea, oh yea .....

(verse)
Now I know what it feels like
got my hands upon the wheel
going down to peachtree
gonna make some kind of deal

(verse)
and when I get there
people gonna stop and stare
cause when you've got a job to do
you gotta see it through

(chorus)
she was made to be played
it never felt like work
and when the games were over
we got our just dessert
oh yea, oh yea .....

(Instrumental verses)

(bridge)
I'm walking a fine line
I'm doing my thing
and now it's time
to do it all over again

(chorus)
she was made to be played
it never felt like work
and when the games were over
we got our just dessert
oh yea, oh yea .....

dedicated to spud and jb

Welcome, all you merry players
Joyfully arrayed!
Brings us your delightful airs --
Here's a stage made to be played.

"Made to Be Played" by Berkeley Social Scene

For the first time
determined to stay
embedded in the concept

work undermines
abstraction away
ignoring the precepts

Persistence is futile
Analysis shows
A simple complexity
Tends to grow
Now risk is the fuel
for the culture of change
that we learned in the foxholes
and made to be played

intending to build
a runway in bloom
clearing for departure

a partnership of
forceful campaigns
lobbying for censure

chorus

fit to be tied
but born to be run
a market conversation

it's in the drink
the clock has been punched
community of failure

Made to Be Played

Can you see the shiny strings?
Giant knobs and everything,
I can’t hide it.

Hoping for a new decision,
Coping with the intermission,
I can’t find it.

And I know I’m not the only one,
Every note knows another one,
It’s ok cause I was made to be played.

Single notes are voices played,
Harmonies where chords are made,
I can’t resist it.

Hold my voice until it sings,
Resonate like other strings,
I can’t hear it.

And I know I’m not the only one,
Every note knows another one,
It’s ok cause I was made to be played.

And it’s a deep one. And it’s a deep one.
And there’s no way I’m……

Channel hope without a mission,
Listen close to hear the vision,
No one’s prying.

I can feel it beat away,
Everything I want to say,
It’s all timing.

Everybody needs to be,
All part of a symphony,
No one’s playing.

No one’s playing.
No one’s playing.

What if I told you
The people that ruled you
Needed a vacancy filled
What if the entire
World was your empire
Think of the world you could build

But of course

If you build
Then some folks must get killed
Yeah, blood will be spilled
On your hands
Just change the front
Page to say what you want
Some publicity stunt
You will be obeyed cause the people are made to be played

What if controlling
A nation is only
A matter of subtle suggestion
Distract them with comics
And fake economics
With fear that suppresses their questions

When fear’s instilled
Then some folks must get killed
Yeah, blood will be spilled
On your hands
Just change the front
Page to say what you want
Some publicity stunt
You will be obeyed cause the people are made to be played

Don’t forget we are here
And we won’t disappear
And you will end up losing control
But no rush
We just want you to trust
That we will overcome
And you will want to run

If folks get killed
Then resentment will build
Yeah, the streets will be filled with demands
Just change the front page
And this will enrage
All the families that paid you
In blood and they’ll burn those newsstands
And the real news will spread
Spray painted in red
On brick walls and the web
And on napkins and bathroom stalls all through the land
And when they catch on
And you can say what you want
Use publicity stunts
But you should be afraid cause your debts will now need to be paid

Made to be Played
by Ross Durand

Don’t leave me hangin here
Like a part of the wall
I did nothing to deserve this - no nothin at all
but you come and check out he jewelry and the deal of the day
But you should take me home man - I was made to be played

I wasn’t made to be traded in
to pay some sorta debt
I wasn’t made to be left behind - or left for dead
HAve the shop keeper pull me down - and take me home to stay
Cause I can’t take this anymore - I was made to be played

Lonely days turn to lonely nights
people come and people go
and I’m still just hangin here - nowhere to go
And I guess I gotta staty - but it don’t seem right
Cause I was made to be played

But I’m still hangin here
Like a part of the wall
Built with love to create music for you all
But the jewelry and guns go out the door - while I stay
aint nothing more tragic, cuaeI was made to be played

don't need no ring of diamond and such
give me some wood and strings to touch
fretted and polished soft to the hold
finish it off with a coat of pure gold

made to be played, to be played by me (mm hm)
played to be made, to be made by me (uh huh)
(repeat)

brazilian rosewood flat top or arch
inlayed with pearl... fingers to march
stiffen up and braced to the side
put on a strap and make her your bride

made to be played, to be played by me (mm hm)
played to be made, to be made by me (uh huh)
(repeat)

ended the wait... time of fallow
giving it sound with a body hollow
pick up the beat to hear a fine tune
(hum/strum) along when you hear me croon

made to be played, to be played by me (mm hm)
played to be made, to be made by me (uh huh)
(repeat)

don't need no ring of diamond and such
give me some wood and strings to touch
pick up the beat to hear a fine tune
(hum/strum) along when you hear me croon

made to be played, to be played by me (mm hm)
played to be made, to be made by me (uh huh)
(repeat)