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the city trees

from self cylinder by mary bue

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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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from self cylinder, released May 1, 2002
Piano, Vox: Mary Bue
Drums: Nick Patullo
Mandolin: Waabi Furo
Bass, Background Vox, Keys: Hans Johnson

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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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