Waves Crash In

by Mark Hahn

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released October 1, 2016

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Mark Hahn Tucson, Arizona

Tucson artist and writer, Mark Hahn, grew up in Detroit MI, studied at the Art Institute of Chicago and has traveled, lived and worked in many major cities across Europe and the United States. He has now settled in Tucson and spends his time focusing on varied creative projects while exploring the Sonoran Desert and the broken down mining towns that are scattered around the Southern AZ landscape. ... more

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Track Name: Waves Crash In
When you’re gone
And the world rains down
Like bombs hitting apartments
In a far off land

That’s when I miss you
Like nothing else
And need to hold on
To each other

Where the lights and the TV
Have both been cut
And the hate and the ugliness
Cannot get in

Smooshed together
Where something new
And beautiful, can be found
In the wake of the disaster

Puddles on the sidewalk
Reflect the destroyed landscape
Of a life
That is now a memory

Let’s go out and burn some tires
To help us hide
In this crumbling place
Filled with false promises

But standing alone
On this same corner
Where we’ve been
Together, before

That’s where I miss you
Like nothing else
And need to hold on
To each other

Where the lights and the TV
Have both been cut
And the hate and the ugliness
Cannot get in

Seeing the waves crash in
Against the shore
And remembering us kissing
In this surf

Two lovers, standing in the sea
Like specks of light
Little fireflies
Who had somehow found each other

But riding the waves alone
And seeing another couple here
Made me think of you
And how much I wanted you

That’s when I miss you
Like nothing else
And need to hold on

Chords: C, Am, Dm and Em

Copyright 2016, Mark Hahn, All Rights Reserved.
Track Name: Ghost of Marilyn
Wearing nothing but a sweater
On the beach
Desperately wanting, to be famous
And for the world, to know who she was

That she existed, and didn’t
A sad, vulnerable and aging woman
Hiding her pain
Behind lipstick and platinum hair

With a sexy, little girl’s laugh
Mocking the world
While crying out
To be rescued

From herself
She pleads
Just don’t make me into a joke
Sitting alone in an empty house

Perpetual insomniac
The lonely girl
Popping pills, while becoming
The original super-star

Who always felt like a fake
Never able to live up, to the image
The reality, that she had become
To everyone but herself

Prisoner of her own self destruction
Just wanting to disappear
While looking into mirrors
To try and see who she was

Instead of Norma Jean
All the men looking, but never seeing
Her, afraid of the night, of the emptiness
That would never end

Needing to be noticed
While also, needing to be something else
Than she was
Hiding inside herself

Till her melancholy end
With a white piano
That followed her everywhere
Like her childhood

If she was loved or not
Life in general, she said
Was just a series of mismatches
Right down to self and self-image

But she thought her image protected her
From the unbearable truth
Of who she was, always
Overshadowed by the 60 foot Marilyn

And the fairy tales and jealous men
Who would hit her hard
And never turn her into someone else
Other than the blonde she played

The celluloid aphrodisiac
Served up for the masses
While longing to be the artist
Who was given everyone’s respect

Alone in her empty Brentwood mansion
Talking to herself
And taking one too many pills
Sliding into endless darkness

Her desire to die, sprang from inside
A place where she spend her life
While giving everyone that special smile
That could break your heart

With her own heart
Already broke
Torn between men, while being
Perpetually abandoned

Copyright 2016 Mark Hahn, All Rights Reserved.

Chords: G, G7, C, Am, D
Track Name: Pile of Bricks
Across the desert
Random piles
Of bricks
Lie in the sun

In haphazard heaps
Too heavy
To be carried
Further

The loads we share
Weigh us down
Things we pile up
On top of ourselves

The pain we cause
Feel inside
The walls we build
To try and create order

When there is none
On the inside or out
No rest
While carrying these loads

Across the desert
Where others
Have dropped them
At our feet

Too unbearable
To go on with
Can’t be erased
From our hearts

Or denied
Resting in the shade
A drink of water
A glance into the distance

Helps us let go
Release our grip
On the things we’ve carried
For far too long

Too much of our lives
Let them drop to the ground
Form a new pile of bricks
That we can walk away from

Leave them
Out in the middle of nowhere
Where the desert is harsh
The skies are beautiful, and it rains

Let them become
Just another pile of stuff
Lying in the sun
As we move on

With a lighter load

Chords: Dm, Am, Em

Copyright 2016 Mark Hahn, All rights reserved.
Track Name: Feelin' Like Bonnie and Clyde
The big block V-8
Roaring under the hood
Of this stolen car

White lines streaming
Under the spinning tires
Red lights flashing

In the distance
As we leave this place behind
Thinking no one can catch us

In a little roadhouse room
Lying in each other's arms
Holding tight

Losing track of who is who
And what we’re doing
With each other

Every love affair
Needs to make you feel
Like you're Bonnie and Clyde

Gun toting
Cigar smoking girl
By my side

I need someone who’s
As hard as me
Just like you

Playing with guns, and
Each other’s hearts
Shooting each other down

Feeling like we’re
Bonnie and Clyde
On the run

Leaving the whole damned
World behind us
Let them eat our dust

Yeah, every love affair
Needs to make you feel
Like you’re Bonnie and Clyde

Playing with guns
Each other’s hearts
Shoot each other down

I need someone who’s
As hard as me

Chords: A7, E7, D6

Copyright 2016 Mark Hahn, all rights reserved.
Track Name: Plenty of Fish
A sad song plays
In the fast food joint
Young man sings along
Oh my broken heart

Woman making tacos, by his side
Raises her eyebrow
Ain’t you ever goin’ to get over
That old broken heart of yours

Haven’t you never heard
There’s plenty of fish in the sea
He looks at the stainless steel
Counter top, scattered with food

There’s no one out there
Quite like my love
Lost in memories and sorrow
Woman’s heard it all before

Lived it all way too hard
Slingin’ tacos at 45
Her life seems set
The way it is

What hasn’t happened
Maybe never will
And what has happened
Is already what it is

With all the doors she’s had
Slammed in her face
And the ones
She’s closed herself

Silently thinking
She’s keeping herself safe
Que Sera, Sera
Whatever will be, will be

But she’s closed herself off
Won’t let anyone in
And there’s not a lot of room
Still, haven’t you ever heard

There’s plenty of fish in the sea
She says again, half to herself
The man isn’t listening
Then she looks down

Her life being what it is
Whatever will be, will be

Copyright 2016, Mark Hahn, All rights Reserved.

Chords: D, A, Em
Track Name: Stopped Trying
I just don’t know
When that day came
That changed everything
For me

Think I was too busy
Holding onto hope
To notice the moment
That you stopped trying

But once I saw it in your eyes
That you were gone, and
It was much too late
To change your mind

With all the voices
You heard talking
Saying the things
You needed to hear

Telling you where
You needed to be
Pushing you down that path
That took you away, from me

And now I’m just lost
But, when it’s over
It’s just over
And you stop trying

I think we’ve all been there
When we can’t turn back
Or keep on going
With the way things are

So I’m just lost
But, when it’s over
It’s just over

Chords: Cmaj7,Bmadd6,A7

Copyright 2016, Mark Hahn, All Rights Reserved.
Track Name: Sex is Better than Politics
This whole election’s gettin’ me down
So much bad news and hate, being thrown around
Hard not to feel down

By the whole damned world
And the terrible things being done
Around us, everyday

People fighting mad
Killing off each other
Like they can somehow change it

But sex is always better than politics
And love better than everything else
Have to shut out all that bad news
Enjoy driving down this road

A cute Irish redhead girl
Steers her little beater car
Smiling at her boyfriend

They're driving 50 down Golf Links Rd.
He makes her kiss him hard
I see her freckled cheeks

Light up and blush
As he leans in for another
And the car makes a little swerve

Come on baby
I’m trying to drive
Like everyone else here

Going down this road
He laughs and looks her over
Like it’s all that matters

Thinking of how they feel together
Before they go to sleep
High off each other’s bodies

Because sex is always better than politics
And love better than everything else
Have to shut out all that bad news
Enjoy driving down this road

While all those billionaires
Pretend to care
With nothing to offer other than their words

Dividing us with rage
Making us think we somehow matter to them
That our votes will somehow count

But the only thing that’s real
Is being in someone else’s arms
And feeling like you’re on fire

Because sex is better than politics
And love better than everything else
Have to shut out all that bad news
Enjoy driving down this road

When the lovers turn down a little street
I see that one last glance
And that they’re happy to be together

Because sex is always better than politics
And love better than everything else
Have to shut out all that bad news
Enjoy driving down this road

With me

Chords: (D, A (4 beats), Em(8 beats))x3,(A,Em, 8 beats each)x2

Copyright 2016, Mark Hahn, All rights reserved.
Track Name: Gotta Call the Doctor
We Gotta’ Call the Doctor

Been too many
Crooked businessmen
And sleazy lawyers
Running things, right into the ground

Taking bribes
From bankers and Wall St. big-wigs
Bailing them all out with all with our money
So they can have their lavish parties

Good ole’ boys with Champagne and whores
While the leading female candidate
Proves she’s just as bad as any man
So much blood on her hands

And a voting record
Showing her deep support for war
And law and order decrees
That help feed the for-profit McPrisons

All you need to do, is follow the money
What goes into her pockets
Who it’s coming from
And who reaps the benefits

While we’re being taken for a ride
Aren’t you sick of it all
Think the time has come
When we’ve gotta’ call the doctor

Trade deals that favor the CEOs
While the workers fall
Farther down the ladder
Fighting for the scraps

Of our failed society
The bankrupt dream
Where Capitalism
Never cares for our people

It’s nothing but insurance for the insurers
Fat cat company bosses
Looking out for their own
Laughing all the way to the bank

Crony Capitalism, with no hope
For relief, to trickle down from above
Feels like we have no good choices
Left holding our noses when we vote

Most of us just giving in
But aren’t you sick of it all
Think the time has come
When we’ve gotta’ call the doctor

Need some real change
Can’t expect a revolution
To come from the very same people
Who have gotten us into this mess

We’re all being taken for a ride
Aren’t you sick of it all
Think the time has come
When we’ve gotta’ call the doctor

Yeah, I think it’s time
When we gotta’ call the doctor

Copyright 2016 Mark Hahn, All Rights Reserved.

Chords: Capo 2nd Fret, Shapes: Dm, Am, Em w/A7sus mixed in with Dm
Track Name: Hollywood Stars
The young couple
Came from New Zealand
Sitting in the Oki Dog
Just off the boulevard

The guy looked pumped
From hitting the gym and the drugs
Had arrogance and insecurity to spare
Maybe he’d be the next big deal

Take the bull by the horns
Leave his mark on the world
Another Hollywood hopeful
From halfway around the world

His sad young girlfriend
Ate a few french fries
In her worn out Hollywood tee shirt
Faded stars across her front

The guy looked straight into her eyes
His thumbs rubbing the stars
Beneath her faded shirt
Trying to make contact

Make her feel ok
Kiss her on the lips
"Remember, I'm doing this you us, baby"
Before he left to hit the boulevard

She never looked up
Just crawled inside herself
Behind those faded
Hollywood stars

Wondering why life
Had taken her and her love
To such an ugly place
To be alone

Copyright 2016 Mark Hahn, all rights reserved.

Chords: Dm,Am,Em,Cmaj7
Track Name: Don't Let it Get You Down
This is just the place
Where we were born, and
Even though, the system
Always seems to win

Don’t let it get you down
There’s always room
In the cracks
To hide away

Art, love and music
Are the vehicles
Of transcendence
That we can share

The other stuff
Is for angry old men
And people with nothing else
In their lives

Drama, anger and hatred
Are the poisons
Being thrown around
But baby

Don’t let it get you down
There’s always room
In the cracks
To find each other

Hurricanes and earthquakes
Wars and drone attacks
Are all outside our control
But the universe is so much bigger

Art, love and music
Are the vehicles
Of transcendence
That we can share

If I let it get to me
I might have to
Set myself on fire
To express my outrage

But the world doesn’t care
And the best statement
Is to live a beautiful life
In spite of the ugliness

Down in the cracks
Where no one can see us
We can hide away
And find each other

With art, love and music
The vehicles
Of transcendence
That we can share

Drama, anger and hatred
Are the poisons
Being thrown around
But baby

Don’t let it get you down
There’s always room
In the cracks
Where we can find each other

Copyright 2016, Mark Hahn, All Rights Reserved.

Chords: (C, Em, Am)x2,(Dm,Am,Dm) [C and Em 4 beats, all others 8 beats in 4/4 time, w/variation]
Track Name: Thrift Store Guitar
Play you a love song
All out of tune
But straight from my heart

With a broken back and
And a broken heart
And a crooked old smile

Life takes its toll
Breaks you up
Breaks you down

When you've fallen
So dirty low
Ain't got nothing, and

Nothing to lose

Ain't got no money,
But I got this
Thrift store guitar

To sing you a song

Yeah, life takes its toll
Breaks you up
Breaks you down

Well, I'm all out of tune
With a broken back
Broken heart
And a crooked old smile

Ain't got no money,
But I got this
Thrift store guitar

To sing you my song

Yeah, honey
This is all I got

Life takes its toll
Breaks you up
Breaks you down

Well, I'm all out of tune
With a broken back
Broken heart
And a crooked old smile

But I can sing you this song

Yeah, honey
This is what I've got

Chords: Dm, Am, Em

Copyright 2016 Mark Hahn
All rights reserved.