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Songs to Hang on Stars
ACCD 0601
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Contact:
P.O. Box 11430
Takoma Park, MD 20913
240-274-2893
marysue@marysuetwohy.com
www.marysuetwohy.com
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Mary
Sue Twohy
This
third album from the acclaimed singer-songwriter, Mary Sue Twohy is an eclectic
mix of acoustic folk-pop (the graceful title track Songs to Hang on Stars) and traditional (the haunting civil war song, Missionary Ridge).
Luminaries Jon Carroll (Mary Chapin Carpenter), Dede Wyland, Pete and Maura
Kennedy, and Scott and Jen Smith (Naked Blue) bring instrumental virtuosity
and angelic harmonies to Mary Sue's new compositions.
Tracks include love songs (Whole New View), fresh new settings of Emily Dickinson poems (Twas the Old Road and Because I Could Not Stop For Death), a capella (The Ghost of Matt McCann), and heartfelt meditations on loss and hope (Baltimore). Weaving through the album is the promise of new hope shining through even the darkest times.
"Mary Sue Twohy's airy soprano is well suited to material that straddles
the fine line between traditional and contemporary folk; on the latter front,
she's like a graceful, guitar-strumming Sarah McLachlan"
- Richard Harrington, The Washington Post, 2005
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Track 3 4:04
Whole New View
© 2006 Mary Sue Twohy, BMI
Track 19 4:50
Snowing
Words by Emily Dickinson and Mary Sue Twohying
Music © 2006 Mary Sue Twohy, BMI
Lyrics--click
here
Whole New View
Love is an angel with a thousand wings
Love is a sea of warm winter coats
Chasing away your darkest need
Love is a tree that makes your sad heart sing
Love can’t live without hope and her feathers
But she keeps you alive in dark violent weather
She is the constant rope, saves you e’ver’yday
And when you cannot cope, she’s brave enough to stay
Somehow I always knew
Even when I refused to see you
Take my hand, Take my heart
Look out together on this whole new view
Love is renewed in the middle of the night
When we’re asleep on three billion dreams’ height
Love is second chances stitched around fear
With thread that glows deep with your golden tears
Look into my eyes and see
my vast and diamond infinity
I look into your eyes and I see
the landscape of possibility
Chorus
Snowing
It’s snowing inside the bride’s veil
Her tiny little birds are silent
They all went to sleep
They are so sweet
Hope is a thing with feathers
That perches on the soul
And sings the tune without words
And never stops at all
No it never stops at all
Frozen in the fallen feathers
Light lifts the last cascade of laughter
They all ring like bells
Sprung from the deepest wells
Chorus
And sweetest in the Gale is heard
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm
I’ve heard it in the chillest lands
And on the strangest seas
But never in extremity
It asked a crumb of me.
No it never asked a crumb of me
No it never asked a crumb of me
NB: All text by Emily Dickinson is original and unchanged
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