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Haunt
04:23
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do the demons torture you in sleep he asked
and I said "no, they only visit. they're the people from my past. they haunt me."
oh they haunt me
they haunt me ...
do you isolate
do you individuate
do they burn you at the stake
do they burn you at the stake
they haunt you
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ampled, shackled
03:49
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ampled, shackled daydream
what is to come?
visions of old rockers and reciting of life
unplug the phone
anxious sleep
droning through another week
speak to me of mists
and speak to me of sweet sundays
sledding down glitter hills
eyes meeting, holding precious stare
are you even in there??
you, my god, my child
cat's eye and twine
hay sanctuary
swing across the sea
speak to me of mists
and speak to me of sweet sundays
sledding down glitter hills
eyes meeting, holding precious stare
hay sanctuary
swing across the sea
our hope stands tangible
space in-between
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the city trees
05:50
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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
caffeine 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 brakes and the motion
something is pushing me
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 its cries
what ancient language is my sigh?
can't you understand?? no ordinary man are you
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tequila song
04:33
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what would you do if i sing about tequila
what would you do if i sing about cocaine
this little girl, a virgin mary
substance doesn't come near me
let's exorcize my brain
let's exorcize my brain
what would you do if i sing about razors
what would you do if i sing about sex
bloody hell, what am i trying to say here
this light, this darkness and the shadows it has made
the deeper, deeper the hole of your sorrow
the deeper joy it takes to fill
what would you do if i sing about religion
what would you do if i sing about chaos
what would you do if i sing about life and death
sickness comes to me
in a baby's breath
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minimalist
03:06
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he likes minimalists.
he likes it to look effortless.
so i'll sing in a husky breath,
and i'll bring even less.
merely a t-shirt and jeans ...
nothing else.
merely a t-shirt and jeans ...
nothing else.
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6. |
potential to be wild
04:25
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what fiction do i choose to live for today
what partial truth do i adhere to?
that the sky is now white and the ground blue
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milk, honey and wine
05:00
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i'm having a hard time
with milk, honey and wine
want them all at the same time
all at the same time
try to get through this
i've come this far
come this far
but the path towards
forgiveness
is strewn with thorns, isn't it?
thorns and scorn
thorns and scorn
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8. |
scenic rutledges
03:26
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when you mindscape is so cold
that you can't harbour a human soul
turn up the thermostat behind your knees
i'm begging please
begging please
'cause I'm not ready for you to freeze
i'm not ready for you to freeze
you harbour the sharks and the masks
and the scenic rutledges of our archetypal pasts
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9. |
within this fire
04:18
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blithering fool
blithering fool
sleep of the selkie
confidence of dream
listening ... compassionate drought
i am without a sound
without a sound in sight
liquid ambrosia
vitamin e
roses in my belt
yellowed scent of desire
within this fire i come and leave
within this fire i come and leave
a silent god tonight
pondering perfection
not.really.caring to reach it
and where did he go?
that brother, once a upon a time?
the leave fell from the flower, flower died
from lack of light
the presence of death, heavy
he's beating needles into his arm
where did he go?
within this fire i come and leave
he spins around and around in my head
again and again and again
to control the demons, to quench the addiction
to find pleasure, to find bliss
within this fire i come and leave
come and leave
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10. |
salt and pepper
03:42
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salt and pepper which is better
his salt and pepper hair
his peppered back
his salted kiss
and who am i but sugar and cream
wishing to be
the scent of oranges and roses
on the distant breeze
someday i'll be
orange trees in the breeze
a a misted ocean
standing on the cliff
nearly falling in
standing on the street with a cigarette
rock beach
multitude sunny sleep
who is this dream girl
how can he love
everything i do?
waiting at the station for twenty one days
but i exaggerate
and pontificate and attempt to sedate
my nerves with appeal
someday i'll be
orange trees in the breeze
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into the blue
03:42
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cold, pressure-less
tension dripping
from the smalls of our backs
until we are released
into the blue, into the blue
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the moon tonight
05:14
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the moon tonight
the moon tonight
like a streetlight
flickers festers
and like a curse it goes out on me
goes out on me
i won't
i won't blink this time
i won't miss it
i won't miss this chance
bought flowers for myself
'cause who else is gonna do it?
who else is gonna see me through it?
and when the grown turns from green to brown
and from brown to white
i'm gonna walk onto it
i won't blink this time
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13. |
teach me
04:38
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lying on the hood of my car
listening to the waves
inefficiently materializing
what i have to say
but i feel like an asshole
poetry stumbling in
and i don't know how to get there
where to go or even how to begin
teach me how to love
'cause i don't think i know
teach me how to love
'cause i don't think i know
i find it hard to sit still
feel so ill at ease
plotting the next move
the next choice, the next time to breathe
making certain that i'm doing something
something worth my time
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14. |
they closed down
02:16
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they closed down
and left us on the steps.
swept up the inside,
unkept minds without.
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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
Mary Bue is a songwriter, international retreat guide & yoga teacher based out of Minneapolis, often roaming this beautiful world. Named Best Songwriter of 2020 by City Pages, her music traverses love, loss, dreams, survival, healing, & natural world.
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