Biography:
Mary Lambert is good at two things: crying and eating. Nowhere is this better reflected than on her debut EP ‘letters don’t talk’ released in July of 2012. Burrowed away with her friends in the woods of Sequim, Washington recording with the production team of Dungeness Records, she spent 2 years finessing and crafting the poignant and earnest collection of songs. Resembling the subdued softness of artists like Feist and Bon Iver, Lambert has carved a niche for herself, winding profound lyricism around breathy, haunting melodies.
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Am
Living in the darkness
G
I wear it like a crown
Am
Oh I've got tough skin
G
Ready for my bow
Am
All I've got is two hands
G
I tied them in the middle
Am
Ready for the red tape
F
Open up my ribcage
Am
I offer souvenirs
C
A deaf tongue and blinded ears
Em
Can you fill the shelves in here
F
Come in, come in
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
I don't know how to fill the space
G Em
The invitations on the page
Open up my ribcage
Am
I want you want to want me like I'm all you got
Mama she see it but can't make me stop
Telling the truth it might mean you keep poking but that didn't hurt
That's my method of coping
Dm
Daughter sees him like that smoke in my lungs
Am
What they project on me what I've become
Down on my knees, unsure what to say
No I never learned how to pray
Am
Don't know know who I've been fooling
C
but you've got me running in circles I'm ruined
Em
Let you inside, opened up all my wounds
F
Taken my ribcage and ripped it in two
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
I don't know how to fill the space
G Em
The invitations on the page
Open up my ribcage
Am
Tie it from my tendons
G
Watch how they stretch
Am
Oh I've got the muscle
G
Lord I'm spent
Am
Knocking down my sternum
G
Again, at a young age
Am
Too much space between
F
Open up my ribcage
Am
I offer souvenirs
C
A deaf tongue and blinded ears
Em
Can you fill the shelves in here
F
Come in, come in
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
I don't know how to fill the space
G Em
The invitations on the page
Open up my ribcage
Am
There's impenetrable silence inside of my head
There's nothing I can buy when I'm practically dead
I get so tired of writing everything I should have said
That maybe this time I'll put my pen down and just tell you instead
Dm
You see I opened up my ribcage and violins flew out
Am
The organs softly played through my violin mouth
Dm
I got lights hotter than love hidden beneath my tongue
Am
Written on my skin
Tells me your the one
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
I don't know how to fill the space
G Em
The invitations on the page
Open up my ribcage
Open up my ribcage
Open up my ribcage
Open up my ribcage
Living in the darkness
G
I wear it like a crown
Am
Oh I've got tough skin
G
Ready for my bow
Am
All I've got is two hands
G
I tied them in the middle
Am
Ready for the red tape
F
Open up my ribcage
Am
I offer souvenirs
C
A deaf tongue and blinded ears
Em
Can you fill the shelves in here
F
Come in, come in
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
I don't know how to fill the space
G Em
The invitations on the page
Open up my ribcage
Am
I want you want to want me like I'm all you got
Mama she see it but can't make me stop
Telling the truth it might mean you keep poking but that didn't hurt
That's my method of coping
Dm
Daughter sees him like that smoke in my lungs
Am
What they project on me what I've become
Down on my knees, unsure what to say
No I never learned how to pray
Am
Don't know know who I've been fooling
C
but you've got me running in circles I'm ruined
Em
Let you inside, opened up all my wounds
F
Taken my ribcage and ripped it in two
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
I don't know how to fill the space
G Em
The invitations on the page
Open up my ribcage
Am
Tie it from my tendons
G
Watch how they stretch
Am
Oh I've got the muscle
G
Lord I'm spent
Am
Knocking down my sternum
G
Again, at a young age
Am
Too much space between
F
Open up my ribcage
Am
I offer souvenirs
C
A deaf tongue and blinded ears
Em
Can you fill the shelves in here
F
Come in, come in
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
I don't know how to fill the space
G Em
The invitations on the page
Open up my ribcage
Am
There's impenetrable silence inside of my head
There's nothing I can buy when I'm practically dead
I get so tired of writing everything I should have said
That maybe this time I'll put my pen down and just tell you instead
Dm
You see I opened up my ribcage and violins flew out
Am
The organs softly played through my violin mouth
Dm
I got lights hotter than love hidden beneath my tongue
Am
Written on my skin
Tells me your the one
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
Everybody look around
F C Am C
I don't know how to fill the space
G Em
The invitations on the page
Open up my ribcage
Open up my ribcage
Open up my ribcage
Open up my ribcage
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