Mystic In The Corner

© 2012 Mark Cote

No one sees the light 'til the darkness
'til the sadness
until all the love in their world comes falling down
But the mystic in the corner sees it all
sees the rise
sees the fall

reaching for love that pulls away
or runs astray
the doubt in your heart wears a thorny crown
from the mystic in the corner gives a clue
an objective view
knows love is true

(chorus)  Let your mind drift away
                  to bigger days
                  and bigger dreams
                  for the mystic in the corner
                  could be you
                  could be me

believe what you want to pull you through
to start anew
if it will give you piece of mind in trying times
from the mystic in the corner his virtue
beliefs come true
when you believe in you

(chorus)

Sunrise In The Desert

© 2012 Mark Cote

ones without perspective
follow the cold objective
from those who stand tall
smile at you while they make you small

the birds cry into the night
why are they blue..oo..oo..oo

thoughts of a drone collective
could not be so objective
subtle blood no one knows
for in their eyes they see their nose

the birds cry into the night
why are they blue..oo..oo..oo

(chorus)  and the sunrise in the desert
                  built by grains of sand
                  sunrise in the desert
                  dirty money dirty hands
                  sunrise in the desert
                  illusions of promised lands

hind-sighted inspirations
and acts of desperation
won't stop the hands of time
whether you whether me

and the birds cry into the night
why are they blue..oo..oo..oo

life in aggravation
double-talking frustration
clouded minds walk along
life is such a simple song

the birds cry into the night
why are they blue..oo..oo..oo

(chorus)

Love Or Money

© 2013 Mark Cote

My heart is deep
you know it's true
but is that depth
what is meant for you

shiny cars
and caviar
is that more of who you really are

(chorus)  ain't it funny
                  ain't it funny
                  to make a choice of love or money
                  if you have to choose at all
                  it was never really there at all
                  ain't it odd
                  ain't it strange
                  no matter how you rearrange
                  never make a choice of love or money

I may not be smart
but one thing I know
if I had to choose
I'd only let it go

to make it work
to make it through
it takes more than love or money of one but two

(chorus)

the gold won't hold
you in the night
or dry your tears
from the fears you fight

but it can bring
a short mirage
if that's all you want then there you are

(chorus)

That Times Two

© 2013 Mark Cote

the bird that sings
his sweet happy sound
the music I feel
when you come around

how morning feels
when the sun kissed the dew
your warmth I feel
is that times two

(chorus)  but when I'm sad
                  I'm so so sad
                  when I'm blue
                  I'm so so blue
                  to make me happy
                  when I don't have you
                  feels like nothing
                  the world could do
                  to bring me up
                  I haven't a clue
                  it's just like that
                  like that times two

the open eyes
of a newborn fawn
and shooting stars
until they're gone

make a wish
I hope it comes true
a light in my sky
like that times two

(chorus)
(instrumental)

you are my wish
I knew it came true
forever yours
and that times two

Seattle Sunrise

© 2013 Mark Cote

she'd take Seattle if she could
that life she understood
than the life of a simple man
the life of who I am

it's not the world that she had chose
but fated winds had blown
like a gypsy soul
with nowhere else to go

(chorus)  one day
                  here's my wish for you
                  I hope your dream comes true
                  and you find your way home
                  I know
                  you feel so all alone
                 don't let it turn your heart to stone
                  and your skies will turn to blue
                  in a Seattle sunrise

she'd take Seattle anytime
so much more there she could find
not the quiet world I know
not the nowhere here to go

lost now in a distant maze
so few choices so many ways
hold keys to an unlocked cage
through all the rainy days

(chorus)

blinded eyes must see again
can a willow branch still bend
is honesty just pretend
and will it ever end

(chorus)

Anywhere But Here

© 2013 Mark Cote

Many is the time
we walk backwards in between
never seen the sides
or know just what they mean
but anywhere is better
than being so unsure
anywhere will get you
where you've not been yet before
anywhere but here

listening to the words
of heads stuck in the sand
smiling for the ones
who hold your life now in their hand
but anywhere is better
than being someone's tool
anywhere will get you
off this ship of blinded fools
anywhere but here

(chorus)  anywhere but here
                  can it really be so bad
                  anywhere but here
                  with dreams I've never had
                  anywhere....
                 anywhere but here

(instrumental)

often dreams are bled
from a smaller town
cold and unsaid
and lying underground
but anywhere is better
than nowhere here to go
anywhere I bet you
will find your place to go
anywhere but here

(chorus)

Sand In An Hourglass

© 2013 Mark Cote

you measure your smile
by some sense of wealth
some abstract sign
of your mental health

you measure your style
by something you're not
for a tail that is chased
never gets caught

(chorus)  but in the bitter end
                  in this life we pretend
                  it shall all come to pass
                  and in the end it never lasts
                  we're just sand
                  sand in an hourglass

the hands that you shake
the ones you befriend
they may only be
a passing trend

the tears that you drink
the smoking cigar
won't represent
the who that you are

(chorus)
(instrumental)

you can't read a book
if you don't write it down
with no common sense
the wisdom of clowns

the jokes of lies
that fly like leaves
are all swallowed up
by those who believe

(chorus)