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tuck your bones in

by Anna Gordon

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Rodent Anna is a first-rate songwriter and I hope she follows on with another album. I'm addicted. All the tunes in this collection are haunting and emotional. When I someday have to exit (stage left), I hope the crowd is singing "Bury Me High" while they sling my ashes around the world. Favorite track: bury me high.
Aaron J. Shay (he/him)
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Aaron J. Shay (he/him) Witchy and shadowy folk ballads from one of the most talented singers in the Northwest. Favorite track: bury me high.
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Yex Beautiful, but certainly not saccharine; dark, but not quite sinister; heart-rending, but decidedly not tearful : Anna Gordon has done it again, crafting music beyond compare. Listen to this. Favorite track: here comes your man.
Scott Orr
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Scott Orr Anna's music struck me with the first note heard. The tuck your bones in EP is well worth a listen. Favorite track: bury me high.
Gabrielemenopee
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Gabrielemenopee It’s like a less than lethal dose of nightshade, a sleepless dream steeped in sanguine, with just a hint of cinnamon. Is this Olympia’s singing songwriting folk darling, or devil? Either way, we give to her our hearts and ask in return only for more.
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1.
bury me high 05:25
when i die, bury me high take my ashes spread them where i had good luck take my ashes spread them where i was brave do not bury me i do not want to get stuck do not bury me don't you put me in no grave when i die let me fly over the mountain down the mountainside and when you lay me down real slow lay me down under the undertow when i'm finally old and grey take me to places far away let me go, and for me sing: "at last you're part of everything." let a teaspoon go in the streets of Seattle where i grew up had little luck (but i was brave) let another go in the state capitol and all my friends there will feel me in the air when i die bury me high take my ashes spread them where i had great love take my ashes spread them where i was made do not bury me of flight, i've not had enough do not bury me don't you put me in no grave reunite me with the earth we all come from please divide me so at last i can feel one carry me to the beaches of oceans my feet often kissed take me to the reaches of the woods that i have missed fly me on a plane to France or Greece or Spain Argentina or Brazil ain't been yet but surely will and if i like the Caribbean let a spoonful mix in with their sand and if i fall in love in the Netherlands let another one out into their winds when i die bury me high take my ashes spread them where i had good luck take my ashes spread them where i was brave do not bury me i do not want to feel stuck do not bury me don't you put me in no grave when i die bury me high
2.
goodnight darling, goodnight goodnight darling, sleep tight sweet dreams, sweet dreams, sweet dreams your breath smells like rotten cherries your breath smells like rotten cherries i didn't know, i was only a baby i didn't remember, but it's coming back lately you open the door in slow-mo click it shut just like a whisper grab the wall, traverse the hall i stare through stair rails, little whimpers mom and dad are gonna fight tonight been a long time since i slept right mom and dad are gonna fight tonight they're monsters under my bed where's my nightlight? your breath smells like rotten cherries your breath smells like rotten cherries i didn't know, i was only a baby i didn't remember, but it's coming back lately "hey kids, clean your rooms, i promise when i get back we'll make it Christmas" brother and i, we did it all you grab the wall, traverse the hall in my youth and little rages my mouth ran for many pages couldn't stop my tongue from swearing and all you say is "what are you wearing?" "whatever the hell i fucking want did you notice that i'm growing?" you're a broken record, can't talk as i watch your eyelids lowering mom and dad are gonna fight tonight been a long time since i slept right mom and dad are gonna fight tonight they're monsters under my bed where's my nightlight? your breath smells like rotten cherries your breath smells like rotten cherries your breath smells like rotten cherries your breath smells like rotten cherries i didn't know, i was only a baby i didn't remember, but it's coming back lately so goodnight darling, goodnight goodnight darling, sleep tight sweet dreams, sweet dreams, sweet dreams
3.
he gonna make you promises he gonna make you lose your head he gonna make you promises and if he does, disregard them. he gonna buy you diamond rings they're just rocks, but shiny things her gonna buy you diamond rings should be the coal in his stocking here comes your man... he gonna tell you plenty of lies sweet nothings romanticized he gonna tell you plenty of lies but he's looking for himself in your pretty eyes he's gonna swear he'll be true to you never hurt you like the others do he's gonna swear he'll be true to you but cause a kind of pain that's all brand new here comes your man... he'll wanna know where you've been all night push your buttons, pick a fight he'll wanna know where you've been all night well you answer his questions with .45 there goes your man.
4.
what do i do for you? what do i do for you? you're bleeding right through your shirt once was white and new what do i do for you? what do i do for you? i don't know how to stop the bleeding oh in fact it seems i only feed it if your blood was boiling and hot i'd just stoke the flame and stir the pot so please don't you come to me in your agony i am the scab you keep peeling off and then i am the aspirin that you pop which means i'm only gonna make you bleed i'm only gonna make you bleed i was never good to fix up much like a lesion, laceration or hemorrhage i am not your doctor, surgeon or nurse you can count on me to always make it worse and i'm sorry for the things i said i know you're seeing red but the person that you think i am is just inside your head i won't pretend that i'm your savior your repairer or debt payer and i cannot fix you not now and not later i'm sorry for the things i said but i can't be your hospital bed i promise it won't help your head i know this from experience so what do i do for you? my remedy is not your cure i tried to be your tourniquet or an ineffective anesthetic opiate so please don't you come to me in your agony i could not fix you if i tried so go to sleep, go to sleep my little child oh go to sleep, go to sleep my little child

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all songs written by anna gordon
recorded, mixed and mastered by scott anderson
march 25th-27th, 2015

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released March 28, 2015

anna gordon: vocals & guitar
juan nintendo: piano & tambourine on "rotten cherries" & electric guitar, percussive desk, & oohing on "here comes your man"

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