Marianne Lee

Marianne Lee

 Dublin, Leinster, IRL
BandFolkAcoustic

Ambient piano-based folk-pop. Atmospheric lyrics and melodies. Singer-songwriter, solo performer.

Biography

Grew up in the gothic midlands of Ireland, now based in Dublin. Bought a beat-up piano while working as designer and immediately started writing songs. Studied for a creative writing masters in Trinity College in a vain attempt to write a novel - everything was just distilled into more songs. Marianne's artistic and literary training emerge in dense, image-heavy lyrics which are often about the tension between modern life and the natural world.

In 2010 'Introduced' on Tom Robinson's BBC 6 Radio show.
Played Sligo Live and Ladyfestten, The Relentless Garage London in 2010.

Influences: Satie, Michael Nyman, Joni Mitchell, Sandy Denny, Stina Nordenstam... folk, pop, traditional Irish music and classical and where they bump heads. Film soundtracks.

Lyrics

Wilderness Years

Written By: Marianne Lee

Wilderness Years

Out here the post don’t come but once in 30 days
And by the time it gets here all your news seems kinda faint and stale
I am a different animal than what you say
Don’t advertise me as something that I no longer am
Saying
“She’s soft and fair
Passive as eiderdown
Needs crackle in her hair”
I’ve all the crackle I can stand
Enough to light a match

My wilderness years
My wilderness years
Time to undress all these costume changes
Lose address of friends
So much I said pretty but pointless
I’m gonna fume into the silence

Last summer’s lightning tree still lying ‘cross the trail
That suits me fine, passers pass on by or go straight on to hell
I’m hookin’ up electric wire around my bed
All dogs that want my bones can grit their teeth and choose their shock
Saying
“She’s soft and fair
Passive as eiderdown
Needs powder in her hair”
I’ve all the powder I can take
Enough to blow a break

Through
My wilderness years
My wilderness years
Time to undress all these costume changes
Lose address of friends
So much I said pretty but pointless
I’m gonna fume into the silence

I’m down to my last sack of flour, my last regret
I’m gonna bake a tray of madeleines and eat them all myself
The light moves slowly round this room until it sets
In place of fire I’ll see the pale rewind, voices yet
Saying
“She’s soft and fair
Passive as eiderdown
Needs thunder in her hair”
I’ve all the thunder I can stand
Enough to scare a man

From
My wilderness years
My wilderness years
Time to undress all these costume changes
Lose address of friends
So much I said pretty but pointless
I’m gonna fume into the silence

Working at my Pleasure

Written By: Marianne Lee

She wakes with a shout
B & T open out, desert blooms in a cold room,
saying ‘colour is restoring’
She’s mean, getting old
But she’ll do as the virgin assumes
promises of dreams, yellow camellias

When the creak in the door won’t go
When the creak in the door won’t go
When the creak in the door won’t go
I’m giving up ideas
Ask me why I trade in crimson treasure
I’m working at my pleasure
And when I mine the veins of purple torpor
I’m working at my pleasure

She opens her eyes
P & K crystallise, ringing true in a steel tube,
saying ‘sugar’s such a comfort’
She’s wound in a reel
But she’ll do as the dowagers do
hiking her mind to grind like an organ

When the creak in the door won’t go
When the creak in the door won’t go
When the creak in the door won’t go
I’m giving up ideas
Ask me why I trade in crimson treasure
I’m working at my pleasure
And when I mine the veins of purple torpor
I’m working at my pleasure

Discography

'Wilderness Years' and 'Working at my Pleasure' played on Tom Robinson's BBC 6 radio show.

Set List

Bewildervillas
Mountain
Darth Vader
Wilderness Years
Dreaming
Astronaut's Bed
Petrol
Squadron on my Shoulder
Monika

up to 60 mins original material
all songs by Marianne
Indigo Fed Bungalows