"Mother Mary" genre: Alternative General
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	"Mother Mary" on the surface is about a woman who has lost everything. She is a metaphor for failure. But in all her experience she has found a profound devotion to Mother Mary and a divine grace which tells her that her experience is transient, a lila or divine play in human form, that she is somehow transfigured in her suffering and it's not all meaningless. Or maybe she's just fucking crazy. The opening guitar riff is the driving force that moves her through her experience into something that releases her from the moment. In the end even her devotion can't jar her from her old habits and she remains frozen in her misery. Maybe the materialist atheist in you responds: "That ho is on some serious crack."
	Credits: Artwork by Dave McArthur: Neurosis@uswest.net. Mixed and mastered by Blair Sutherland. Produced by Blair Sutherland and Cuk: www.counterpointstudios.com
	Story Behind the Song Most of my songs deal with women as characters who ultimately are a model or map of my own inner creative energies. Like the Jungian anima. I didn't have a nurturing, compassionate mother, I was adopted and probably little miss placed. Like the Looney Tune cartoon where the kitten is delivered by a drunk stork to the mouse family. I have Portuguese, French and Creek blood and I found myself in a W.A.S.P. home, lots of Viking blood and a stern upbringing. Maybe in some small sense I feel like a cartoon Ramakrishna Paramanhansa -looking for the divine mother, except in the American ghetto, suburbia, or in the local pub. "Mother Mary" was written at the Desert Chalet in Moab Utah, where I had gone into hiding waiting for my life to sort itself out, which it did. Kelly, who runs the bed and breastfast, predicted I would write this song, which I did, either due to her pychic powers or the power of suggestion, or both. I've always been drawn to people who have a kind of peasant devotion, like those devoted to saints, they always seem kind of inward and least likely to try to convert you to their state of mind. Sometimes their devotion comes by suffering, sometimes it just comes. There is definately a part of me which is simple and child like, the old world Catholic, the Shaivna in the forest, the monk chanting om mani pema hum with the mala on a rooftop or in front of a thanka etc. "Mother Mary" is about this type of human devotion in the face of horror. Lyrics Mother Mary I saw her from behind Talkin on the phone Still fresh on her mind Her old man left her cold Still ramble bout the boy While she hookin up a date Track marks a written poem When she lost him to the State "Mother Mary come to me You'll never know My old man cold shit on me Left me so low Mother Mary come to me Heal me some more Life has put a spell on me Closing my door" She let go of my hand Went to the liquor store Saw him in a dream Where mothers can't be whores A child old at eight A child old at four Free me from a face Burned into her soul "Mother Mary come to me You'll never know My ol man cold shit on me Left me so lone Mother Mary come to me You'll never know Life has put a spell on me Closin my door" You used to be ok You say it's not your day Now that your old and grey You used to be Used to be

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