boat with no oars

by mary bue

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ain't nobody 04:38
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take the next exit, let's get off the map. there will be no turning back i will have no turning back stop all the records, let's get off the track there will be no turning back i will have no turning back could you say, "I believe in this" could you say "I believe in us" oh, those words would never come out of your mouth those words would never come out of your mouth i take it back i don't want to try chalk it up to stolen time chalk it up to subtle crime mornings have been missing and the daylight fades to fast there will be no turning back i will have no turning back
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gorgeous 05:15
what makes you so gorgeous like a man dripping in riches whose riches inconstant in patience not to be seen, not to be held, not to be gleaned clean, clean, like a pressed shirt and fresh, fresh, like a daisy and they say girl, you'd best keep your head on get it straight through your head your heart is verboten your heart is a token a treasure to be won and he comes in the night like a ghost, tapping outside your door and you open it, you open it to find a gorgeous mind what makes you so gorgeous like a man who has built up a fortress whose charms have led you to lead me to a moat with a boat, but no oars a coat with no arms a sky with no stars chorus what makes you so gorgeous is a face and a mind full of torment and a smile so smooth you can hide it i can see it in your eyes can feel it in your sighs and i want to hold you tight i want to hold you tight so come in the night just like a ghost tapping outside my door and i'll open it, i'll open it to find a gorgeous mind
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west is the west and that's where you're going and i'm in the middle trying to figure out what i'm doing as i walked up along the creek today a memory came back of you standing in the rain what boy doesn't wish he'd get a song for him all his, all his that some pretty girl would sing well it's not like i was falling down in love but playboys and playgirls can still have some fun i get wrapped up in a whirlwind i get caught up in a head trip i get over my face in some stupid shit while you're probably driving through wyoming
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please don't you feel weak too my sweet warrior i plead you'll find the strength to carry through put down your firesticks climb off the trapeze and come give me a squeeze your legs like anchors harbour you your arms like braided rope tie you down too cut loose the bindings and set free your sails let's sail away today let's sail away today
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i'd like to tell you about the city trees the tired lions, the scent on the breeze i'd like to get a better picture of the weight on my palms the city's scream the world's alarm because something is pushing me something is pushing me something is pushing me to run no hell raising, no baby making caffiene up staying and showing flames screens of pixels berry picking from what are we sinking what songs become bold i was told as a child that i could do anything i wrote love letters dripping with hope and what anything has turned into is the spin of my tires the pump of the breaks and the motion something is pushing me to run i wave goodbye again always leaving, always seeking some strange jeweled sound to where am i reaching a machine? a songbird? a soft warm hand to brush my cheek and it's cries what ancient language is my sigh can't you understand?? no ordinary man are you
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you've got a hymnal of all the right songs to play and you've got an archive of all the right words to say baby, baby i love you and that's what it all comes down to you've got all the maps out of all the nice places to see and you've got a cookbook of all the nice things to make baby, baby i love you and that's what it all comes down to
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you aquarians keep bringing the magic and libra keeps the balance nigh don't sit alone in bed tonight and dream about the week in hawaii christmas approaches a long drastic feat and i am gorging, gorging as though i've nothing to eat belly's full of chocolate and flies and the sugar high gets me by tonight and the piano keys and the sparkling seas and the dreams of paris nights i'm a romantic, boys! i need the fuschia roses and i need the honey and the lime i like the letters and i like the envelopes and i like the feathers and i like the horoscopes but capricorn, you are so quiet and cancer brings only sand and water i'll roam this earth and i'll tread in winter boots i'll speak all the ballyhoo and i'll tickle all your sweet taboo but i don't do it right cuz here i am alone tonight with thoughts of chocolate and hawaii
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petunias 03:17
make sure your creatures are lined up in rows plant your petunias in pots near the roses and wait for the rain wait for the sunshine wait for the rain wait for the sunshine you grew nearly six inches taller this year with your hand above the tomato's stem you transformed the wilting from one soul to one more one soul to one more one more savior
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the retina 02:37
the sun must enter the retina i promise the hardest thing is trying psuedo soul, crave revenge don't know where the rage goes suck it down in a cabinet locked in copper wire locked in copper wire wind of mere feeling like a lick of fire liar i'm a liar i can't explain myself i'm having the hardest time psuedo soul crave revenge don't know where the rage goes and where i come in don't know where the rage goes and where i come in (i'm waiting for your letters i'm waiting by the post you're like omega-threes to me baby it's you i love the most)
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sometimes i don't send my letters dreaming on this suitcase of feathers that makes me cough, that make me sneeze that make me seem a little off make me seem a little off a longer break that i had expected but the iron gates held me in overdue as i walked outside into the blinding white i was thankful for the thoughts and the thinking through thankful for the thoughts and the thinking through this stone emotion do you have it under control do you measure out doses of pain perception and sink below the silence of the riverbend sink below the silence of the riverbend i was perched on a desk my parents at a party and the rain was starting to fall it was night in the city where my uncle was married and i stared out the window and listened to the singing of grace, and hallelujah and lilac wine and i knew that it was then that my heart sank deeper and bled umbrellas and the people ran with newspapers over their heads and the streetlights reflecting brightening the pavement with trees and footfalls and buildings so tall and my heart sank deeper and bled umbrellas and the suitcase full of feathers that makes me sneeze suitcase full of feathers that makes me sneeze
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waltz 04:17
i never thought of it that way and i wanted to say hey thank you for that change of pace an unexpected twist of fate i'm beside myself today recognizing that life's okay we could hang out by the lake we could unwrap my dismay death and gloom could waltz around the room and if morning could come in and i find i can love again i could look behind and see the things i've lived and then it was that the nautilus spoke and it was clear that i was stuck in a joke a smile appeared when the seashell said hope i'm not saying that the path became clear i'm not saying that the fear disappeared but another clue pointed inward to here
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big mistake 05:18
no, i'm not gonna have your baby what a big mistake that'd be no, we're not going to get married what a big mistake that'd be let's just meet in darkened barrooms and smoke and drink and listen to the saxophone let's meet up on the corner off broadway and drive up to boston scratch one off our list of sins for the day our to-do list of sins for the day there's gluttony and there's deception and adultery in this lustful equation and you add it all up and what a full day we've had indulging this baby, i feel so bad so let's just meet in darkened barrooms and smoke and drink and listen to the saxophone let's pretend that none of this ever happened and agree to never see each other again pretend that we've never met
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cypress tree 04:43
what are your knees for, dear cypress tree? i watch you from my window, knee deep in mystery knee deep in swamp water and seasonally in drought what are your knees for? i have to find out i have to find out. hannah says the knees could be to help the tree breathe and they may provide some extra support according to zeke and natalie paints them and she paints the orchids too take me on an orchid hunt want to be surrounded by you wanna be surrounded by you i want knees like a cypress tree to help me breathe i want knees like a cypress tree to help support me i need knees like a cypress tree the help me breathe i need knees like a cypress tree to catch a little peace what are your knees for, dear cypress tree? i watch you from my window, knee deep in mystery knee deep in swamp water and seasonally in drought what are your knees for? i have to find out i have to find out but in the meantime come on, natalie, let's go dancing in miami i'll wear the dress that jessi gave sarah and sarah gave me oh come on, natalie let's go dancing in miami i'll wear the shoes that grandma used to dance in when grandpa came back from the navy what are your knees for, dear cypress tree? i watch you from my window, knee deep in mystery knee deep in swamp water and seasonally in drought what are your knees for? i have to find out. i have to find out.

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released April 17, 2007

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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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