Holy Bones on Piano

by mary bue

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1.
04:08
don’t make me cry don’t tell me why ‘cause i want what i want when i want it i want what i want when i want it i want candy i want money i want my mommy i want my daddy i wanna be lazy want things to be easy i want my mommy i want my daddy don’t tell me what to do how can you be so cruel? ‘cause i want what i want when i want it i want what i want when i want it
2.
01:54
Cheribum's got all my love letters she rescued the ones i took to the dump all the little bits of sweet nothings all the piranhas nibbling my heart all the piranhas nibbling my heart it's a start oceans may part the big book of love that's writ on our hearts words smear on the page the passion the rage the court and the spark
3.
03:05
take your rings off take your skin off stand in your holy bones up to your sacrum in snow who'll believe you who'll forgive you when your closet breaks open with ghosts raucously holding a toast when your heart breaks loose of its shackles and all your brothers and sisters sort through your worldly possessions luggage tags on all of the chair legs legacy written in ink nailing down your life take your rings off take your skin off stand in your holy bones up to your sacrum in snow
4.
sun shines in from the window waiting for take off announcing your schemes what if there was no weight gravity's lifted we're drifting into space and he says "you should be a doctor, i can see it in your eyes" oh, to be my father's daughter have i been living a lie? all these years spent trying all these years spent trying all these years spent trying winter's coming better curl up in a blanket and cry medicine for your sorrow i've got medicine for your pain an aching back a nagging ache a ragged, jagged vein and he says "you should be a lawyer, i can hear it in your style" oh, to be my heart's desire have i been living a lie?
5.
03:42
you say you’re crazy you say you’re sorry well i don’t blame you it’s pretty hazy it was a long night until the crack of dawn there were bright lights there were sirens all those nights of simple touch convene to be a little much you only hurt the ones you love ‘cause they’re the only ones who put up put up with your shit blood is thick thicker than water not as nice to sip not as clean to swim in and all those nights of simple touch convene to be a little much you only hurt the ones you love ‘cause they’re the only ones who put up put with your shit
6.
03:57
oh the archeaology of our recycling the glass bottles pile for weeks the glass bottles pile for weeks do you remember the dead guy ale night? do you remember the stump jump cabernet night? yet you say you get only the remaining pile of me after i’ve spent all my other energy but the archeology of our recycling speaks a different truth to me the glass bottles pile for weeks the glass bottles pile for weeks do you remember that bunny riesling and the guacamole with those dos equis?
7.
02:38
i will never see the sun i will never see the sky i’ll stay in my cage forever i’ll never see the rain i’ll never see the grass like a goose nailed to a board becoming fois gras fois gras fois gras what karma what did i do to deserve this look what i’m going through i’ll never see rain or the rivers true i will certainly never jump over the moon i’ll never see sun or the oceans blue and i will certainly never jump over the moon
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don't hurt yourself it's going bad all the pain you've ever had wad it up into a paper ball there's a barrel with a fire where you can burn it all burn it all burn it off you can sweat it out a million moths gather round your heart burn it off you can sweat it out a million moths gather round your heart burn it off

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Songs are songs and they stand on their own. Whether grunge-flaired with echo-y guitars and drums or naked with just piano or vocals, a song is an ethereal, lilting melody that can, usually, be played either way --music to your ears with one version or "unholy" when embellished differently. My 2015 album "Holy Bones" was a drastic change of genres from my quieter, solo piano career. Since I have 3 months of un-encumbered time to create in Taos during my artist residency and a well-loved Wurlitzer baby grand piano to roll out of bed and play, I thought I'd do some stripped down versions of these songs. Hopefully any perturbed fans who were taken aback by my grunge-y turn will be appeased. :) Thank you for supporting this work.

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released March 28, 2017

Mary Bue - vocals, piano, guitar
Recorded in March 2017 by Mary Bue at her casita as Artist in Residence, The Helene Wurlitzer Foundation in Taos, NM

Music & Lyrics © Mary Bue Music LLC 2017

Album art by Amy Abts
Design by Adam Guggemos

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“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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