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Sunday, November 19, 2017

Dancing Around Those Words Of Love



© 2013 Mark Cote

You know more 'bout me
than I do myself
when I'm feeling down
you knew how I felt

you know how I think
you know the clues
when I think of love
I think of you

why, can't we say those words
why, must they go unheard

(chorus) Dancing around those words of love
                  dancing around dancing around
                  Dancing around those words of love
                  when it is really what we're thinking of

I can feel you care
with what you say
every night to night
every day to day

you're that part of me
I never knew
together I know
we can make it thorough

why, can't we say those words
why, must they go unheard

(chorus)


Sunday, November 12, 2017

At The Burst Of Dawn



© 2013 Mark Cote

With each year the clock hastens it's pace
waving it's hands on a plastic face
all the plans of today seem to vanish without a trace

like a squirrel who runs on the ground
hides his meals to never be found
not even by him
in life's jungle gym
this tail-chasing world of sound

(bridge) in a moon rise
                  I find a firefly
                  I see her dance by
                  now I know why
                  it's the same

I sit and watch as the clouds roll by
every evening it's a painted sky
all the dreams of the day seem to swirl down a sunset drain

(chorus) and at the burst of the dawn
                  we are already gone
                  and we do it all over again
                  we never look back or cry
                  we don't worry why
                  we just hurry by just the same

summer me is still inside of you
if you see it it'll pull you through
when the days growing long
and the night's empty song
leaves you gasping with nothing to say

(chorus)
(bridge)
(chorus)


Sunday, November 5, 2017

8 Miles From The City Line



© 2017 Mark Cote

wondering eyes saw the glow
with so many dreams one may never know
he knew he didn't belong where he was
didn't know why but just because

8 miles to go

trying to be strong
they hear the music but don't sing the song
so many places I wanna go
wish I could hide inside my radio

8 more miles to go

(chorus) 8 miles from the city line
                  always
                  8 miles from the city line
                  8 miles is where I'll find
                  seems so close but so far away
                  maybe I'll get there some old day
                  doing what it takes to just get by
                  still I'm
                  8 miles from the city line

(instrumental)

the ones I've been waiting for
kindred dreams where minds explore
a place where we speak the same
where it's not the same old game

8 miles to go

digging each day in the sand
living life for another's hand
sold short of what I could be
where ones who are blind mock ones who see

8 more miles to go

(chorus)


Sunday, October 29, 2017

Can You Get Your Head Around It




© 2017 Mark Cote

blind man driving me to the show
through yesterday and tomorrow we go
valeted chapters of cages
living for meager wages

in the mirror running from myself
becoming clearer not how I felt
feedback buzzing drowns the shouts
uncertain fears and words of doubt

(chorus) Can you get your head around it
                  the twisted misted road
                  sometimes it's just things you never know
                  can you get your head
                  can you get your head
                  can you get your head around it

silkworm spins a tall tall tale
where nobody wins and nobody fails
the confusion illusion is all they know
biting their tails as they go

(bridge) lipstick eyes that hypnotize
                  and promise you the moon
                  the jagger's lager will vitalize
                  and life is a cartoon

(chorus)


Sunday, October 22, 2017

Breeze Of Love



© 2012 Mark Cote

Paint by number world
without the colors
sometimes the summers
seem so long

lonely sunrise boy
greets the weary day
her petals woke him up, but
she couldn't stay

(chorus) Breeze of love
                  blowing
                  scents of love
                  lead him on
                  seems so close then
                  then their gone
                  floating...
                  on and on
                  where do I go
                  where it's right not wrong

northern august moon
she is laughing
just like yesterday
he plays the fool

all his heart can do is
is keep on guessing
with no dream alive
in his own prison

(chorus)


Sunday, October 15, 2017

Milking The Truth


© 2017 Mark Cote

milking the truth 'til it's sour lies now
that's what it became
chewing the fat 'til your old and grey now
how do you behave

(bridge) and when those rats start to scurry around
                  hurry around
                  the wonders of the world will not be found
                  living underground

chirping birds with nothing to say
except behind your back
turn your eyes they don't know
haven't got the knack

(chorus) when you're gone I think you'll know
                  don't you know
                  what you seek is what you know
                  don't you know
                  don't you know...
(instrumental)

milking the truth 'til it's sour lies now
that's what it became
you can say it in so many ways
it's just the same

(bridge) and when those rats start to scurry around
                  hurry around
                  the wonders of the world will not be found
                  living underground

trying to shake the hand of time
with your calloused skin
the pearly gates may not unlock
won't let you in

(chorus)


Sunday, October 8, 2017

It's Just Not The Same




© 2017 Mark Cote

I cried for days
I couldn't stay
it was blowing my mind
I was so sure
I was insecure
felt left behind

it seems to be
this colored dream
and paisley skies
pull away
and start to fade
when they close their eyes

it's just not the same
it's just not the same

help me understand
the artist's hands
and borrowed time
like shifting sand
another land
and undefined

(chorus) 'til then
                  we'll wonder why
                  as angels give them their wings
                  it's just not the same
                  it's just not he same

Learn how to see
reality
through their eyes
words will flow
like seeds we'll sow
and eagles will fly

(chorus)