Mark  Fisher

Mark Fisher

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Under the Folk / Acoustic umbrella. “An eloquent guitarist with a rich resonant voice, Mark is a writer with a wry sense of humor.” Richard Fox WCUW “Fisher has the ability to transport audiences to different places while keeping them involved with his down to earth approach and his sense of humor"

Biography

Winner of two Worcester Music Awards in 2008 for "Best Solo Act" & "Best Male Vocal. Performing on guitar and vocals since birth...OK, age 12, Mark has been captivating audiences for nearly 4 decades. During the journey from band front man to soloist in pubs, and wedding singer, Mark has learned a thing or two about how to hold an audience and deliver a show. He has been playing his own diverse mix of comedic, personal, and socio-political songs since releasing his CD "They went North" in 1995.

Lyrics

The piercing song

Written By: Mark Fisher

Wanda wanted to be hip
So she stabbed her bottom lip
the things we do for fashion
Trudy tried to pierce her eye
Got it on the second try
Oh the things we do for love

They say we just wanna be
like those kids on MTV
monkey do like monkey see
come on take a stab at me

Glenda got a navel ring
Holy shit that’s gotta sting
Oh the things we do for passion
Heimi had some extra skin
Jabbed his Johnson with a pin
the things we do for love

They say we just wanna be
Like those kids on MTV
Monkey do like monkey see
Come on take a stab at me

Peter pierced his brothers brow
You could here him holler OW!
Oh the things we do for fashion
Laura loves her nipple ring
Twist it twice to make her sing
Oh the things we do for love

They say we just wanna be
Like those kids on MTV
Tweedle dum & tweedle dee
someone take a stab at me

Thea thought it thounded fun Thtuck a thtud through her own tongue
Dan was an insightful guy
Til he slipped an poked his eye
A Skinhead with a tatoo’d face Claimed to be the master race
Ted tattoo’d his massive back,
Gave his mom a heart attack

Guido got a little bit vexed
Wondering what to puncture next
Oh the things we do for fashion
Come on now don’t hesitate
Find something to perforate
Oh the things we do for passion, the things we do for love

My Dad Had

Written By: Mark Fisher

My dad had style
Tried to walk with his head held high
Sometimes we sit around and talk about him
Seems like everybody loved the guy

My dad had grace
You could see it every time he moved
He met my mom at the Acadia ballroom
They married and he helped her to find her groove

My dad had love
Enough to share it with me
Spent his time making people happy
That’s how I want to grow up to be

My dad had cash
Enough to share it with me
He’d give us all a dollar to go to the drug store
A hundred penny candies stickin' to my teeth

My dad had abs
He was muscle through and through
Worked like a dog, always had two jobs
Got up and he did what he had to do

My dad had love
Enough to share it with me
Spent his time making people happy
That’s how I want to grow up to be

Dad came home at night to find us staring at the TV
Then he’d make us do the chores
Dad put down his foot when we were fussin after supper
Then he’d make us go outdoors

My dad had dreams
He traveled the world in his chair
Piles of flyers from the chamber of commerce
The only way he was ever getting anywhere

My dad fire
Taught us life is a crazy ride
He’d get thrown off and he’d get back on
He rode it right up until the night he died

My dad had love
Enough to share it with me
Spent his time making people happy
We called him dad
never called him pappy
I know song is a little sappy
That’s how I want to grow up to be

Histry' of Art

Written By: Mark Fisher

Hist’ry of Art – part 1 Mark Fisher

I moved to the city, to study design
Now I dress in black, and drink red wine
When I want a woman to think I’m smart
I tell her all about the, Hist’ry of Art

Well it starts way back before the BBC
Before the dawn of history
If you need to make your meaning known
You got to carve a crummy image, out of stone

When you want the hunting party to be brave
Just smudge a bunch of buffalo all over the cave
It looks like a bull, it could be a cow
They’re never gonna know a million years from now

That’s art it’s terrific That’s art call it Paleolithic
That’s Art It’s the stone age rage That’s Art

Bohemians in Egypt really had it made
That’s when painters finally started getting paid
You could scribble in a temple, doodle in a tomb
Scratching hieroglyphics all around the room

King toot tooten kahmen was just a kid
When they locked him in a box, and gilded the lid
He crossed the Nile, but he didn’t forget
To show off his sarcophagus & stuff, at the Met
( to charge us fifty bucks to see his stuff at the Met )

That’s art it’s fantastic That’s art pre-dynastic
That’s Art Ok Mummy, that’s a wrap That’s Art

Greek architecture wasn’t really a mess
They could stand to tidy up at the Acropolis
The frieze is a tease, the columns, Da bomb
Some Nashville cats copied the Parthenon

Can’t help but give the statues a second glance
Up on Mt. Olympus they didn’t wear pants
The marble was fine, the figures divine
Mighty Aphrodite had a dirty mind

That’s art Wicked Hellenistic That’s art oh so socialistic
That’s Art The Romans went ballistic That’s Art

Forget all that chit chat ‘bout music and sport
You coo like a groupie, you sound like a dork
If you want your homies to think you’re smart
Stand around expounding on the histry of art

Don’t try to stop me

Written By: Mark Fisher

I’m ready to go so don’t try to stop me
Letting it show and don’t try to stop me
Out on a ledge don’t try to stop me
Over the edge and don’t try to stop me
Now I’ve got a running start
Started thinking with my heartso don’t try to stop me

I’m learning to dance and don’t try to stop me
Taking a chance so don’t try to stop me
Walking a wire and don’t try to stop me
Playing with fire and don’t try to stop me
This might be my lucky day
I won’t let it slip away

I….. think it’s time to put the status quo.. on hold
I’m getting mine before I get too old

Got a new song so don’t try to stop me
It’s coming on strong and don’t try to stop me
Playing it wrong but don’t try to stop me
Come sing along but don’t try to stop me
I’ve got music in my head
It’s enough to keep me fed
Now I’m thinking with my heart
And I’ve got a running start
I won’t let it get away
This might be my lucky day

so don’t try to stop me don’t try to stop me
so don’t try to stop me

Please let me remember this

Written By: Mark Fisher

Christmas eve around the tree
The living room sky high with gifts
Sitting on my mothers knee
Surrounded by my family

The garland and the colored lights
We laughed and sang Oh Holy Night
Things that make a life worthwhile
The memories can’t help but make me smile

Please let me remember this
Keep it close so I can always find it
These are days That I will miss
I pray I never need to be reminded
Please- let me- remember this

The scent of spring was in the air
The grass was flat beneath the snow pack
Tender blossoms on the trees
When she appeared and spoke to me

I fell in love how could I know
One of those defining moments
As my universe compressed
The future sprang to life within my chest

Please let me remember this
Keep it close so I can always find it
These are days That I will miss
I pray I never need to be reminded
Please- let me- remember this

Everyone goes on about the future as if it’s the place to be
What’s the harm revisiting the old times if it brings you peace

Sitting in our sunny room
Early morning, house was cool
Breakfast warming on the range
Nothing out of place or strange

Our baby daughter playing there
The light so true, her so fair
Surrounded by the mystery
I’m part of her and she so much of me

The Wren

Written By: Mark Fisher

The Wren

Once a small songbird flew into my wood, a wren seeking shelter and shade
Careful to cover the tracks that I laid, no promises offered, no promises made

And me, being the crow that I am, with thoughts of a murder and the song of a wren
No place in my nest for a fine feathered friend, I stole what I wanted and frieghtened her out of the glen.

A raven is black and as bold as a thunderclap, and there is no end to my greed
But she was as soft as the silk from a milkweed. Adrift on the warm summer breeze that had carried her seed.

And me, being the crow that I am, with thoughts of a murder and the song of a wren
No place in my nest for a fine feathered friend, I stole what I wanted and frieghtened her out of the glen.

A bird in hand is as good as a memory but harder to hold
A bird on the wing can be captured and kept like a picture, and never grow old.

Now I’m an old crow by the side of the road now I know what I didn’t know then.
Without a home or a flock or a friend, alone as I drift and I dream of the wren.

Discography

THEY WENT NORTH 1995
Packed with songs about driving, Yankee mannerisms, a Steve McQueen movie, and the Franklin Expedition.

BIRTHMARK 1996
Breathtaking ballads, jangly pop grooves, zany stories and intensely brooding love songs make up the mix on “BirthMark”. Guest performers include: Jennifer Kimball, Mica Richards, Seth Connolley, Stuart Schulman, Eric Kilburn, Duncan Watt, Kris Lucander.

SCRATCHBOARD songs and drawings...1999
Featuring: Billy Novick on tin whistle, Roger Williams on dobro, Joe “sonny” Barbato on piano, Hammond B3 organ and accordion, Kris Lucander on stand up bass, Stephanie Corby vocal duet and harmony, Lorne Entress on drums. Recorded and mixed by Crit Harmon and Mark Thayer at Signature Sounds Recording Co.

FOUR.....2005
“FOR” delves into important issues like: what if Ronald Reagan hung out with Carl Sagan on “Nikita Kruschev”, Body Piercing in “the Piercing Song”, internet romance on “She Dropped the Bomb.com”, home, and relationship building in “There’s a Tree”, & some reflections on the good, the bad and September 11th on “The day I needed you” and “ Heaven’s Gate”

DON'T GET ME STARTED......released 1/2008
Another batch of songs & stories, some poingnant reflections on love lost, the politics of dollars and water, and the importance of those seemingly ordinary moments, along with the usual gonzo subjects:"Histry' of Art", " New tattoo", " Road Kill Cafe", and " Christmas Trees are People Too". Mark is joined by 18 of his good friends in the studio.

Set List

Mark is available as an opener for well known artists ( usually a 30-45 min. set ), or as a feature performer ( Typical set length 60-90 min ). Weaving in and out of some very humorous stories and banter, a typical set list includes songs from Mark's 5 CD's along with some favorite tunes such as: David Wilcox "Rusty old American Dream", Cheryl Wheelers "Estate Sale", Marvin Gaye "What's goin on?/ Mercy Me", Steve Goodman "Vegomatic" and who knows what.
Mark Fisher has appeared in concert with:
Livingston Taylor-The Kennedys-Cormac McCarthy -Bill Morrissey-Aztec 2-Step-Johnathan Edwards-Les Sampou-Greg Greenway-Slaid Cleaves-Rod Macdonald-Cheryl Wheeler-Chuck Brodsky-Colin Hay-Jamie Brocket-Al Stewart