Mark Cryle

Mark Cryle

 Brisbane, Queensland, AUS
BandCountryAcoustic

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Cover band: 
No

Lyrics

Drunk on the Moon

Written By: Mark Cryle

Drunk on the Moon

He’s still the keeper of my flame.
The speaker of my secret name.
The guiding hand, the history
The heart, the soul, the willow tree
The things we never can regain.

You close around me like the night
And set fidelity to flight
The fire burns, the tender touch
The hollow words that mean so much
And feed this restless appetite.

Chorus:
I lost my head and said things I’ll come to regret
When I was drunk on the moon
You seemed so sure, turning the key to my door
But I was drunk on the moon.

Drove past your place again today
A little virtue slipped away
The wheels they turn, the old routines
You ring the changes unforeseen
And sow the seeds of disarray

Chorus

Here Comes the Rain Again

Written By: Mark Cryle

Here Comes the Rain Again
Your name on my lips, your lips on another’s
As you draw the blinds and pull back the covers
I’ve seen this before and I know just where it ends
As you’re out the door, here comes the rain again

Your head’s in the clouds, your body’s on fire
Whose turn is it now to play the messiah
I don’t know why, I don’t care where or when
One eye on the sky, ‘cos here comes the rain again

On my window on the roof
Through the pitter patter baby
Don’t you hear me calling
Where did we go? What’s the use?
The rain’s not the only thing that’s fallin’

We run or we fight we beg steal or borrow
Your home truths tonight won’t mean much tomorrow
The boys in the band are playing the requiem
As I take the stand, here comes the rain again.

Running From Yourself

Written By: Mark Cryle

Eating crow in Adelaide
Waiting on that phase of the moon
Picking over the notes you played
And tryin’ to fit some words to that tune
Church spires reach for the autumn sky
Everyone is saved by the bell
But the road is long and the race goes on
When you’re running from yourself

Swanning round in the west
Tryin’ to learn the rules of the game
On the beach, self-obsessed
Looking for somebody to blame
Wash myself in the water there
They tell me that it’s good for the health
But the road is long and the race goes on
When you’re running from yourself

Everybody’s got their story to tell
Everyone finds a road for themselves

There’s demons in the Apple Isle
I just can’t seem to face
Old desires and smoking fires
Steps I don’t want to retrace
Thought I’d looked through the eyes of love
Sometimes it’s not so easy to tell
Yeh but the road is long and the race goes on
When you’re running from yourself

The Granville Train

Written By: Mark Cryle

The Granville Train

Time is a healer or so they say
I still recall it all like it was yesterday
My Penrith princess
In a blue cotton dress
At the foot of the bed then she turned away

That January morning broke clear and warm
She whispered to me “I’d better be gone”
I wiped the sleep from my eye
Waved my baby goodbye
As she stepped outside to meet that Granville train

I was drinking some tea on the patio
When the news came over the radio
A tragedy they said
Scores of people dead
When I called her work they said she didn’t show

By the time I arrived it was a battle scene
And I got the word from the rescue team
When that Bold Street bridge came down
Steel and concrete hit the ground
Wasn’t pretty what they found on that Granville train

There was dust there was smoke all through the place
So I searched and prayed that I’d catch a trace
I saw a piece of that blue cotton dress
‘Neath a blanket on the grass
My nightmare was staring me in the face

I knew that my search now was all in vain
I was never going to see my Penrith girl again
I cursed the earth and the sky all the gods on high
But most all I cursed that Granville Train

If there’s someone you love make sure you tell ‘em so
Tell ‘em every day ‘cos you never know
It can all be too late as the fortune wheels rotate
In some bitter act of fate like that Granville train
In some bitter act of fate like that Granville train

The Granville Train

Written By: Mark Cryle

The Granville Train

Time is a healer or so they say
I still recall it all like it was yesterday
My Penrith princess
In a blue cotton dress
At the foot of the bed then she turned away

That January morning broke clear and warm
She whispered to me “I’d better be gone”
I wiped the sleep from my eye
Waved my baby goodbye
As she stepped outside to meet that Granville train

I was drinking some tea on the patio
When the news came over the radio
A tragedy they said
Scores of people dead
When I called her work they said she didn’t show

By the time I arrived it was a battle scene
And I got the word from the rescue team
When that Bold Street bridge came down
Steel and concrete hit the ground
Wasn’t pretty what they found on that Granville train

There was dust there was smoke all through the place
So I searched and prayed that I’d catch a trace
I saw a piece of that blue cotton dress
‘Neath a blanket on the grass
My nightmare was staring me in the face

I knew that my search now was all in vain
I was never going to see my Penrith girl again
I cursed the earth and the sky all the gods on high
But most all I cursed that Granville Train

If there’s someone you love make sure you tell ‘em so
Tell ‘em every day ‘cos you never know
It can all be too late as the fortune wheels rotate
In some bitter act of fate like that Granville train
In some bitter act of fate like that Granville train

Anytime You'd fall

Written By: Mark Cryle

Anytime You’d Fall

Seems like only yesterday, how the years have flown
You held my finger in your hand as I led you through the storm
Seeing those first shaky steps, baby standing tall
I was there to pick you up anytime you’d fall

Climbing trees and grazing knees and playing with your friends
Doing your high wire act out on the neighbours fence
I hold these years like souvenirs, put notches on the wall
I was there to pick you up anytime you’d fall

All the king’s horses and his men
Could not pick those pieces up and put ‘em back together again

So farewell days of innocence, time keeps tickin’ on
Things get rough there’s all that stuff that I can’t protect you from
Broken hearts and brand new starts but I’m in for the long haul
And I’ll be there to pick you up anytime you fall

There’s that final river we all cross
And the hand that rocked the cradle’s not as steady as it was

So here I live on memory lane, but its not easy street
I haven’t quite surrendered yet but they’re sounding the retreat
Should I stumble on the way, I might send out a call
Hopin’ you might pick me up anytime I fall
As I was there to pick you up anytime you’d fall

The Laundromat of Love

Written By: Mark Cryle

The Laundromat of Love
I’ve been tossed and I’ve been turned
I’ve been double-crossed and I’ve been burned
Strung out, hung out, rung out and flung out
But I’m still sitting here my tongue out
Hoping that love’s light will shine on me

I’ve been down and I’ve been out
I’ve been kicked around and messed about
Searching for my perfect double
I ain’t found love but I’ve found trouble
So the cycle goes around again

Chorus
I’m just one lost sock
In the laundromat of love
And the pain don’t stop
In the laundromat of love
Spinnin’ round, spinnin’ round
In the laundromat of love

I can sit and I can wait
I can beg and plead and agitate
Here’s my question should I ask it
Throw myself into your basket
Fold me up and turn me inside out