Mark So Made
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DICTION
I have no way to show you how to get the things you want.
I failed myself each time I’ve tried so you will also be flying blind.
I wanna know how it feels on the green grass of Beverly Hills
Where the spotlight brightens my day and warms my night.
Will I have to make compromise and depend on some skillful reprise?
Is it my name or is it my blood that’s on the line?
Is it more than a show?
Does it follow me home?
What’s my name?
What’s my line?
I forget most the time when undefined.
So what would you call it?
Is there a better word for dignity?
And so what if they want it?
Value-traded popularity.
Lie flat on the table.
Now we will perform your autopsy.
And finally know what you’re made of,
Verses what we’ve created,
And defend disparity.
Well, I am finally here on the green grass of Beverly Hills.
Like I’ve imagined every day, all my life.
I want to live creatively free so I won’t dance to every beat.
Even though I do suppose I’m keeping time.
Is it cold when the chill of the crowds change their will?
When their words meet your ears and what they have to say may be true but you won’t hear? You won’t hear.
So what would you call it?
I need a little dose of decency?
And so what if they want it,
Value-traded popularity?
Lie flat on the table.
Now we will perform your autopsy.
And finally know what you’re made of,
Verses what you’ve created,
And defend disparity.
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I HOPE ANTS CRAWL UNDER YOUR EYELIDS (ON A SATURDAY NIGHT)
I’ll leave so long as you do not say I’m wrong,
I need affirmation to prove that I haven’t given up.
Is it yours to take, all the efforts that I gave,
While I’ve been exhausted with your weight,
When all that you offer is complaint. “Oh no…”
Not what I asked for, this is not what I'm getting into.
Can you take it? I'm sorry if I fail
Can you take it? I'm sorry for that too.
This is not what I don't even ask for from you.
Leaving on my own terms!
Living in my own daylight,
Inviting more.
I’m waiting in the valley below.
I'm leaving on my own terms!
Waiting on any old day I might.
I took a bite and I liked it! But I fight it.
I know I could be happy for the first time in my life.
And I see it, but I stall it, ‘cause I don't know if it's what I want.
I might be happy for the first time in my life.
...I've been a burden to you much too long.
(And i still don't go) I'd like to apologize, but the words all come out wrong.
It's not like the first time that we spoke--the words came out right--I was just trying to impress you.
Standing on a corner on a Saturday night.
And the signs of life are shining, but there’s none that you like,
‘Cause you’re standing on a corner on a Saturday night.
And you’re trying to be patient, but you’re way short on time.
(I know I could be happy for the first time in my life.)
And you’re standing on a corner on a Saturday night.
And you bide your time and swallow anything for your pride.
But it’s bound to bind your motor skills and leak out you’re eyes,
‘Cause you can’t control behavior when it might paralyze.
(I know I could be happy for the first time in my life)
Derelict and truant terror under tux, tails and ties
When we’re standing on a corner on a Saturday night.
And the way this moments going, well you know it aint right;
(No one can tell you who you are no more)
Drop a pill in friendly glasses, but don’t forget to stir the wine!
(Hah-Hah-Hah-Hey!)
Standing on the corner on a Saturday night.
Now, I’m learning that I’ll never be the type that you like.
Still, I’m standing on the corner on a Saturday night.
Just keep waiting I’ll be saying all the words that you like.
(Any day I’m a star…who raped the world)
While I squint my eyes in wonder as I watch for the sign,
But the light burns out my retina as I look to the sky.
And I’m thinking time was wasted on the days you were blind
When I was standing on the corner on a Saturday night.
And the things we have in common are the things that we hide
When we’re standing on a/the corner on a Saturday night.
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THE BONE STOPPED THE BULLET
Better use your mind
(I told you that) The purpose is to use your mind
It’s better to be strong
But you miss the point if you just cannot get along
Stand strong don’t quit
It’s gonna have to sink in
*konk, konk*
Stand strong don’t quit
Don’t fall in love
Shoot first, ask the questions later
Know I did you a favor
Only need convenient competition
(Only need convenient competition)
Greet the meek the flowers and demise
(Only need convenient competition)
Rock to sleep their first born crying babies
(And tie ‘em up)
Do their tear ducts ever dry?
(De-flower and divide)
When I shoot first, ask the questions later
Salt tears are my favorite flavor
Or milk tears, serve em hot!
Deep down I’m an incubator
I live for button-flies,
Sweet deals
And pillow fights,
There’s nothing better!
Shoot first, ask the questions later
It knows where to go
It’s got a mind of its own
Don’t keep the bullet from its habitator
Shoot first, ask the questions later
It knows where to go
Pay no mind
To the cross that you might find
On the chest of a stranger
Or yard of a neighbor
You might find
To turn a cheek you’ll save more time
But I will remember
Forever linger
String on a finger
Will always come untied
Do what I told you boy
And don’t waste a second
Or we’ll get someone else
If your stomach turns and knots and groans
Don’t let it appall you
It’s just proof that you’ve won.
Shoot first; ask the questions later
(gotta gun)
I’ll know where to go
(gotta gun)
‘Cause I’ve been there befo’
(gotta gun)
Don’t keep the bullet from its habitator
Shoot first; ask the questions later
(gotta gun)
I know where to go
Pay no mind
to the cross that you might find
On the chest of a stranger
Or yard of a neighbor
You might find
To turn a cheek you’ll save more time
But pay no mind
To the conscience that comes behind
An exceeding quarter
Or suit on back order
They’ll d'flower, o'power and divide
Nowhere’s home to nowhere
But the bullet’s always begging for the ride!
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Doubt that the mission that I’m missing is the same (as it is) in my head.
Out of my system, but my fingers try to pull it in.
Doubt that the people still remember things that I might have said.
Oh, but even wrong, the memory is all that’s left.
It’s almost over,
Get up! Get up! Get up!
Look how they look at you.
It doesn’t feel right.
It’s never over.
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!
This doesn’t concern you.
“So who cares if it’s real, Dave.
It isn’t perfect and it never will.”
You’re always saying I won’t get it right,
So at least you’re saying something’s true.
So let’s draw that line.
Now there’s a business to revisit before we get anywhere.
The first sign of anger is the evidence that you really care.
Down to the business of forgiveness, is there any to share?
I’ve always gotta get it, never give it, nothings left.
When nothing feels good,
Get up! Get up! Get up!
What are we supposed to do?
Well, I just told you!
The worst is over.
The test is only mood.
Tim Kasher says it too.
So who cares, is it worth it?
It isn’t perfect and it never will.
There’s always someone there to save a life,
And at least someone to take a few.
It doesn’t feel right!
Look over your shoulder; They grin when they need to.
The chill of scavengers!
It doesn’t feel right!
It’s over, can’t you tell.
I will anticipate there’s something warm to make it go away.
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Burn Down the Choir With Whores Fire & Devils Ire (Striking These Chords) 04:12
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Caption Withheld 04:25
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You Deserve A Disease 04:38
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Diction [extended version] 04:55
DICTION
I have no way to show you how to get the things you want.
I failed myself each time I’ve tried so you will also be flying blind.
I wanna know how it feels on the green grass of Beverly Hills
Where the spotlight brightens my day and warms my night.
Will I have to make compromise and depend on some skillful reprise?
Is it my name or is it my blood that’s on the line?
Is it more than a show?
Does it follow me home?
What’s my name?
What’s my line?
I forget most the time when undefined.
So what would you call it?
Is there a better word for dignity?
And so what if they want it?
Value-traded popularity.
Lie flat on the table.
Now we will perform your autopsy.
And finally know what you’re made of,
Verses what we’ve created,
And defend disparity.
Well, I am finally here on the green grass of Beverly Hills.
Like I’ve imagined every day, all my life.
I want to live creatively free so I won’t dance to every beat.
Even though I do suppose I’m keeping time.
Is it cold when the chill of the crowds change their will?
When their words meet your ears and what they have to say may be true but you won’t hear? You won’t hear.
So what would you call it?
I need a little dose of decency?
And so what if they want it,
Value-traded popularity?
Lie flat on the table.
Now we will perform your autopsy.
And finally know what you’re made of,
Verses what you’ve created,
And defend disparity.
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WENT TO CHURCH INSTEAD
I went to church instead.
That’s how I pay my debt.
I go though I suppose I don’t know what it is that I’m getting from it.
I went to church instead.
That’s how I pay my debt.
I know how much I owe and even if I go I’ll never break even.
I know I couldn’t give what I get.
And who among us could cast a stone or even step out of a crowd.
I couldn’t listen to good advice; I still resent the sound.
And I’m almost smothered now, but I’m finding my way out of the crowd.
I had the dream where I thought I died.
Then, woken up with a shot of light.
My heart was pounding out of my chest and I think I know the reasons why.
It scared me stiff and it sealed my eyes.
I cried and pled for another try.
I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry…
Well I’ve forgotten myself sometimes,
And how that dream can be realized,
But I will always remember the fear and the power that shook me inside.
And who among us can cast the stone or even step out of the crowd.
I couldn’t listen to good advice; I still resent the sound.
Can’t help but think of the walls I’ve built and if I’ll live them down.
And I’m almost smothered now, but I’m finding my way out of the crowd.
I went to church instead of doing things I did,
And saying things I’ve said,
And being where I’ve been,
I’ll never do it again…(Haha!)
I went to church instead.
(Conscience leave me alone!)
That’s how I pay my debt.
I hope my good intent will not go unnoticed though I feel it won’t matter after all that I did.
Hallelujah
I’ll let it set in or I’ll break before I will bend.
I’m going back where I should have started.
I’ll go back where I should have started.
Hallelujah
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DISQUIET TREMBLOR(TREMBLER)
Stitches pulled and strained, Patches torn and frayed.
Disfranchised, the pace of sonnet, the grace of pantomime.
I suppose I’ll chase if you force the race. (On borrowed time)
But I don’t wanna chase the ghost inside.
I’d rather wait till morning if it stays the night.
If you’ve got the medicine, I’ll take it.
Invite the infant and I’ll shake it.
Out to find the one I won’t swallow when I could be at the end of my bottle.
Hush your mouth and I’ll speak mine.
Read your books and I’ll write mine.
Blink your eyes and I’ll wipe mine.
(Wake a ghost)
Well it’s too close to see or feel or recognize the problem to solve it now.
And that’s the kink in your plan.
You’re better off ignoring meaning than try to define it!
Since I’ve got the medicine, I’ll take it.
If I lose the symptoms, then I’ll fake it.
Another pill that you swallow that’s designed to keep you feeling so hollow.
Another problems been inflated.
Give it up, but only after operated.
There may not be a tomorrow.
If you need some time I’ve got some to borrow.
If I got this dance, I’m gonna get the chance to get away like I should do.
If I got this dance, will I afford to take the pain or give it back?
If I got this dance, I will not hurt you
Mother if I got this dance, I’m gonna have to hold you.
Mother if I’ve got this dance, I’ll take step and you follow.
And defend romance then, I’ll never beg or borrow, ah-ha!
If I got this dance, baby, gotta give me your hand.
And I’ll grow to a man, if I’ve got this dance!
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BORED WITH THINGS
Bored with things.
Bored with things.
Note on the table, and I’m gone.
Bored with things.
Bored with things.
Since I remember, I’ve been bored with things.
I’m a novelty that’s overplayed.
Leave my family and I’ll be saved.
I’m bored with things.
Bored with things.
It’s so predictable.
I’m bored with things.
I’m a mother and I want to leave.
Child and husband can be so mundane.
I want to leave behind things boring life I made.
But I know I wouldn’t forgive myself so I just write it on a page.
Bored with things.
Bored with things.
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JUST CAN’T SLEEP BEFORE I SAY THIS
Gotta get this off my chest
With some broken English you’ll get
Gotta get this off my chest
With some of those words I used to share with you
We used to finish each others’ sentences
We used to follow that with favored pause (and not gather flaws)
Now it’s on purpose
The things I naturally do
I’m taking all the painkillers my doctor told me to
Bound by the lowly apology that will eventually have to give to you
I hope that you didn’t pretend to sleep when/if you were so confused and way too scared to move
Too many short days let ‘em last
Too many sharp pains let ‘em pass
Too many sharp pains.
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Ivory (Instrumental)
03:41
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DICTION
I have no way to show you how to get the things you want.
I failed myself each time I’ve tried so you will also be flying blind.
I wanna know how it feels on the green grass of Beverly Hills
Where the spotlight brightens my day and warms my night.
Will I have to make compromise and depend on some skillful reprise?
Is it my name or is it my blood that’s on the line?
Is it more than a show?
Does it follow me home?
What’s my name?
What’s my line?
I forget most the time when undefined.
So what would you call it?
Is there a better word for dignity?
And so what if they want it?
Value-traded popularity.
Lie flat on the table.
Now we will perform your autopsy.
And finally know what you’re made of,
Verses what we’ve created,
And defend disparity.
Well, I am finally here on the green grass of Beverly Hills.
Like I’ve imagined every day, all my life.
I want to live creatively free so I won’t dance to every beat.
Even though I do suppose I’m keeping time.
Is it cold when the chill of the crowds change their will?
When their words meet your ears and what they have to say may be true but you won’t hear? You won’t hear.
So what would you call it?
I need a little dose of decency?
And so what if they want it,
Value-traded popularity?
Lie flat on the table.
Now we will perform your autopsy.
And finally know what you’re made of,
Verses what you’ve created,
And defend disparity.
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Recorded by Jason Corman at Bumbles Bounce and Bob Hoag at Flying Blanket.
All songs written and performed by David Paul Jensen.
All songs written and performed by David Paul Jensen.
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released March 12, 2012
All instruments by David Paul Jensen, sans:
Bass- Spencer Reed and Chuckie Duff
Some Guitar and Keys on acoustic album (Disc2) by Jason Corman
Drums and Keys on Disc1 by Bob Hoag
Drums on Disquiet Trembler by Chad Martin
Album design by Chuckie Duff
Photos by Troy Brinkerhoff
Model: Annelise Jensen
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All instruments by David Paul Jensen, sans:
Bass- Spencer Reed and Chuckie Duff
Some Guitar and Keys on acoustic album (Disc2) by Jason Corman
Drums and Keys on Disc1 by Bob Hoag
Drums on Disquiet Trembler by Chad Martin
Album design by Chuckie Duff
Photos by Troy Brinkerhoff
Model: Annelise Jensen
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