Luke Temple - Maryanne Was Quiet (Official Video)

[@viktorsjoy]

Keep coming back to this masterpiece. I've shown it to everyone I know I think. Thank you Mr. Temple.

[@bleu_capsicum]

I think about this song a lot.

[@BenSchillaci]

One of the best songs I’ve heard in years. There’s no experience more humbling than a near death one or a traumatic one. Sometimes it takes trauma to shake us out far enough to see life more clearly, to have more realistic values. Our weakness is why we survive, otherwise we’d compulsively manipulate ourselves deeper into an indifferent and deadened world view. You can’t escape feeling so you might as well surrender to the deepest ones...This song stirs powerful affirmations man...

[@no_torrs]

This is one of the best Luke Temple songs I've ever heard. That build up, that delivery. The passion alone gives the best here we go magic songs a run for their money. Beautiful. Amazing. Passionate.

[@Mushroom_club]

This is the best video and song I've heard in quite a while. Breathtaking.

[@BenKrogh]

This whole album is stunning, and this song is really moving. Wonderful, thoughtful stuff.

[@rj_ramon]

This song made me pull over and sob in the back of my Fedex truck on my route.

[@Adoogin]

I know what that's like... kzbin.info/www/bejne/n5DMn4WllpmImNk

[@nblaise21]

This deserves way more recognition. I love this song, been listening to it daily!

[@Merlin_Price]

Ah just beautiful man.

[@sourcherry23]

One of my favorites off the new record.

[@Lostpanda123]

Beautiful.

[@phlangephace]

this is wild

[@selloinmaterial]

Excellent

[@gentygent]

Brilliant

[@juliealbrightmoon]

Artist🙏🙏🤘🤘🤘🙏🙏🙏

[@johnfury4935]

Maryanne is silent no more; may all Maryannes speak up sooner. Victims often run to alcohol &/ other drugs to escape, but what they do is escape responsibility releasing their own pain onto others showcasing the worst in humanity. The circle of life in hell is broken by those inspired by brave & strong character celebrated in these lyrics. When Maryanne speaks out, she releases her pain to God prayerfully asking forgiveness that she would dare to harm either herself, or others. The violent were once victims, I pity their unrighteous and joyless life which cheers up all devils. When they instead give up their pain to God, I applauded them for improving humanity.

[@nikbartnik]

Mesmerizing. Can someone help me with the chords, please? :)

[@Llun]

Perfect...

[@crookedlamp]

i feel awe...

[@renjoe]

someone pls share the lyrics....cannot find it anywhere...thanks!

[@mandurrito]

Renato!!! I asked for the same and someone post the lyrics ;) You can see at my comment :)

[@renjoe]

that's great and was quick!:) thank you! nice song and the story is very interesting but i could not follow it properly...But now!:)

[@mandurrito]

Yes, amazing song and amazing story. Thanks for the other user "SuperKit1991" ;)

[@drizzit71]

relax :))

[@iemon7722]

Oh Mother!

[@TanaCorporonlaw]

Ducky-bumps all over my body!

[@mandurrito]

Where we can find the lyrics?

[@SuperKit1991]

you could just listen to them?

[@mandurrito]

Yes, I know, but my english is not so perfect and I don't understand all the lyrics and it seems very interesting story

[@SuperKit1991]

Fair play! I'll write for you :D

[@mandurrito]

SuperKit1991 jajaja, no. Don't worry. It's a strong work, the lyrics are very long. I will wait. Sure it will be published. Anyway, thank you so much :)

[@SuperKit1991]

Ok, so it goes more or less like this: Marianne started her life in ireland To a very young mother who couldnt provide Even very young she was good and quiet her teeth turned brown from a poor persons diet and when she was 5 her mother figured she's have a better life in a house that was bigger so up for adoption to largemont new york taken in by my grandparents into a family of 7 **CHORUS** Marianne was quiet Marianne was quiet And everyone had to wonder was it her nature, or if something happened violent My mother was older, the only one born of blood, she understood things that only she understood Everyone else so unaware that every night she would find her dad drunk in a chair asking her to come sit on daddys lap, alcoholism and all of that crap who was to say marianne suffered at the hands of her father, as did my mother no one to tell, no one to ask, it was the 1950s - no one taken to task what happens at home is the families business as far as everyone was concerned she was their perfect little irish princess **CHORUS** Cut to years later, in the Floridian sand, a mounted policeman asked for her hand they called him Beezey, he was a cop on a horse, He had a walrus type mustache and a muscle car they had two daughters at 18 of age, He had naked pictures of girls in his garage of the same age Marianne taught at high school, the kids really liked her, but all sensed something nervous inside her Then on a monday getting ready to go in, she felt the four walls quickly rushing in She called the doctor to come and see, he said she was overworked and gave her something to sleep one day the next and it grew more and more, the panic insider her was also outside her door, The world and the people were plotting her doom, the only safe place was there in her room The girls and Beezey knew there was something wrong, but they chose not to think about it ever too long then on that day that she lay on her bed, the panic it was pushing her eyes out of her head, the doctors had given her some anxiety pills that made her feel psychotic on top of everything else She lay there could watch her own life dissolve, or reach in the side table for her husbands revolver, and thats what she did, with her weak little arms and she held it to her head, with her weak little arms, and it turns out that her weakness was her one saving grace The gun jerked and instead of entering her brain, it went through her face **CHORUS** 6 months later and she had a new face, the doctors had put a new one in its place We all went to visit at thanksgiving time, we hadnt seen her since the accident we didnt know what we would find To my surprise she seemed better than ever, new confidence and her face put together, still she was sweet, but not quite as weak, there was a lift in her posture, and something clear in her speech, and non of them said a word of the ordeal, so i guess we all have different ways to heal and as we flew home we felt a little big strange, as the whole thing felt a little arranged, but who is it for us to say what it takes for someone to find their own worth and will to go on and as for the future who knows whats in store but our marianne is silent no more... is silent no more.... is silent no more ....