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Waves Crash In
03:42
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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.
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2. |
Ghost of Marilyn
05:30
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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
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3. |
Pile of Bricks
03:44
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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.
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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.
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5. |
Plenty of Fish
04:00
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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
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6. |
Stopped Trying
03:35
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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.
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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.
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8. |
Gotta Call the Doctor
03:40
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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
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9. |
Hollywood Stars
03:50
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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
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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]
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11. |
Thrift Store Guitar
03:44
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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.
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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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