apple in the ocean

by mary bue

Mummies 04:00
why did that come to mind mummies, honey, mummified because you said something about forever holding me never ever letting go never never letting go never ever and your lips are pure deliciousness our twenties and thirties beauty kiss youth springing out of bed dreams of gumdrop sugar head and i miss your sparkling eyes always, honey, on my mind mummies, honey, mummified ghosts, only ghosts the letters sit in boxes lovers take their chances take another pass at it ghosts, only ghosts the lovers sit in empty rooms storms have stormed volcanoes blew and lovers mummified as spoons
fire frightened forgettable fortified ferocity’s hit incoming incumbent incongruent myth schlepping a state of savasana bliss lugging a suitcase your reality is this immovable headlines are keeping you clear doubt like a lightning bolt pen behind your ear fire in aries and leo in love live like a lightning bolt live like a dove smoldering headlines of gas and war and fire you, you are a microdot you’re an acid trip liar are you tripping or are you sober? i can never tell
Beeswax 04:09
my heart is twisted feels like it’s pounding right out of my chest fried up and crispy and she’s got it wrapped up in beeswax my heart is twisted feels like some worn-out dishrag wringing out with blood and love if you’re the king of second chances then i’m the queen of hearts if you’re the kind of second chances then i may as well be the queen of darts with a gun to my head think i’ll take a walk along the mississippi and away from the quarry towards your second story away from the quarry along the mississippi trading our rackets/racquets for sweet salt water taffy driving hard up along that river it makes sense to be a loner but i’d rather be your lover
Cosmopolitan 03:15
thought you’d be in cosmopolitan by now thought you’d have the hottest legs through the turnstyle the airport gate is taking you to another place and the look on your face is showing that you can’t relate to your insides at twenty five you can’t relate to your fellow peers they all look at you really weird and you think it’s rather queer and you wonder what you’re doing here and everyone you meet has their face on late night tv skinny chicks playing the piano red-stained lips walking down the street and you’re on your own little planet with a peanut butter sandwich and like a sweet little clam meat shucked into a little tin can you’re waiting to be consumed air sucked out in a vacuum and that’s how your lungs feel these days and like your legs could give way but you don’t even have a shell it’s decorating someone’s windowsill your shell’s in a pretty glass bowl or turned into a pretty little comb and you will never be very tall short stocky legs and you’re kind of small but your home is around the bend perhaps in your lover’s hand or the clouds in heaven
Valentine 03:56
What holds that drum in your head? and that pain in your eyelids? makes you flutter in these lead-belly’d hills these streets, these pearls my teeth taught the enamel to sleep cover the stain what religion covers the stain? seltzer won’t get it out notice my foot stomping notice the smooth in-between pink scarfed wearing cowboy poem whistle by and mourn, mourn mourn mourn the loss of your soul you’re not depressed - just in a perpetual bad mood just a conditional gloom parallel to the state of things but you are not your state of mind today your valentine won’t go away
Dentistry 03:52
she was a bitter one she failed at weaponry and when she reached the sea it was full of tears she was a bitter one she failed at dentistry and when she reached that stream it washed away her fears in the dark i see you now it’s better that you don’t come around i had a dream that the truth was found deep inside that sleeping sound beside the river mound when dad admits he’s proud the rain never sounded so loud when that note was found you were young when he buried the ring it said love is forever on it you were so angry that you wanted to spit but you swallowed it and you keep swallowing it even though it burns your throat instead the tears come out and there’s no dam to hold
strange divide are you ready or not you’re hiding from interest and gain strange divide between your eye and your mind simple, ancient as time time time i’m gonna turn this little girl in she’s looking around she’s got her eye on him and him ... and him ... flirting and batting her eyelashes he’s making her blush she’s reeling him in and in and in the synergy, the energy, the spark what happens when the spark turns dark the snake turns to rage you’ve maddened the stage your cheeks are all red like the blood in your veins simple how it all comes down
why would you live in 8 feet of snow your house is buried can’t get out the front door city plows are running 24/7 they rip speed balls at the 7/11 snow is their main employer so cold the windows rattle almost shatter by the light of a candle i’ve taken to singing at dawn because the winter is so long i’m finding all my new favorite songs heart so deep, so wild and strong it beats so fast, it carries on the heat sighs like a tired woman rises through the cracks brings whiskey to her lips and sips and waits for the burn like we all have to wait our turn a new reason to move on with the hurt there’s springtime deep down in the dirt
in an apple orchard flexed at the ankles bare-footed in the sand dropping dead seaweed down to the beach shore a hive hangs from a tree a man-made web of hell, you said cycle of samsara birth, life and death over and over again when flesh sizzles on my bones shiver shoots from head to toes shit, i don’t know where it’s going to go seems i’m stuck in a cycle all my own stuck in a cycle all my own the sutras speak of germinating seeds becoming full blown weeds but weeds have healing properties weeds have healing properties and i crave your smoke and the scent of new skin i crave ending and beginning again shiver up my spine tingle linked to all of time biology is destiny and pheromones have majesty disobey my best intentions and the web swells with expansion need to find a way to transcend the body the desire that spins and threatens to dissolve me where thatched roof swallows sing staircases lead us to the beach i hum a song about appleseeds apples are bobbing out in the ocean sometimes i’m swept out to sea
Little Bird 04:02
seems funny you’re making decisions for me the lights of the city speak the summer to me who’s that knocking on the door no eavesdropping no more and the little bird down the hall what’s that little bird singing about now lay beside me only in memory try and reach me until you complete me oh so sensitive how can you bear to live? tip-toeing down the stair there’s someone i adore hiding there
maps and calendars aladdin’s lamps, man-handlers tickets and transfers we’re full of these desperate measures in no uncertain terms i’m a serious girl that particular look in your eye a couple more minutes before we start to die press the pause button please before we atrophy these cells stand still these walls can breathe please sit here in this quiet space with me


released July 26, 2012

recorded, mixed & mastered by eric swanson at sacred heart studio, duluth mn
produced by mary bue with eric swanson and the intuitive sensibilities of these fine musicians: matt mobley, dave frankenfeld, kyle maclean, ida jo, christian mcshane & charlie parr

photos: ryan lemahieu
graphic design: adam guggemos
website: christian mcshane

mary bue: vocals, piano, organ, tambourine, glockenspiel & guitar on “little bird”
matt mobley: bass
dave frankenfeld: drums
ida jo: violin on “beeswax,” “dentistry” and “valentine”
christian mcshane: sitar on “savasana bliss” and "8 feet of Snow"
kyle maclean: guitar on “beeswax” and “cosmopolitan”
charlie parr: slide guitar on “little bird”

copyright mary bue music 2012
this project was successfully funded with the help of kickstarter

love and hugs to:
my mom, dad and bro: what a fantastic family unit we are. i love you all! thank you for supporting me in my musical endeavors for the last 14 years!

thanks to sara alexander/softich, ronnie eastling, moira ray, sair jordan, kyle maclean, grandma betty, bob & janet engvall, sarah & gordon simpson, jess wetter, odette allen, natalie salminen-rude, marcella kroll, marcie stoyke, chip stewart, leslie bruns-fralich, crystal meisinger, ryan lemahieu, christian mcshane, eric swanson, derek pearson, ryan dahlberg, dave frankenfeld, matt mobley and adam guggemos. deep thanks to tracy weber, marc martin, & whole life yoga’s nurturing community: you helped bring me balance! massive thanks to these generous friends and supporters of this project: janelle bane, aaron rowan, andy pilon, bob monahan, kyle george, mark dey, katie wiedewitsch, deanna & andy asbury: songs are incubating for all of you! a gracious bow to kickstarter for providing a funding platform for creative works - thanks to my 104 backers! wow! finally, big sparkly love to the countless others who have touched my heart - there are more of you than i can list here.


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mary bue Minneapolis, Minnesota

“If intimacy intrigues you and makes you into a skittish peeping tom, then be sure to catch Bue at her next performance.” – Alan Sparhawk, Low

Full intensity living without a second to waste or take for granted — that is Mary Bue’s M.O. An indie rock singer songwriter based in Minneapolis, her songs touch on the environment, dreams, love, and rising up out of trauma and sorrow.
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