Mark Geary

Mark Geary

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Singer/songwriter Mark Geary’s music has been called “moody and majestic melodies and lyrics land him somewhere between David Gray and Elliott Smith.” His performances grab you with his wit and the songs hypnotize you in their delicate lullabies.

Biography

Singer/songwriter Mark Geary came to NYC in 1995 with a one-way ticket from Dublin, $100 in his pocket, and a green card. Recognized today as one of the East Village’s favorite performers and a top 40 artist in Ireland (the record spent half of February in the top 40 and is almost to GOLD there), Geary started out playing with Jeff Buckley at the legendary Café Sin-e (started by Mark’s brother Karl) and has since shared stages with the likes of Elvis Costello, The Pretenders, Coldplay, Midnight Oil, and Sinead O’Connor.
Booker Kio Novina calls Geary “one of the best acts around.” Film/TV producer Gill Holland became so enamored with Mark’s music (not realizing until a live show at the Mercury Lounge that Mark Geary was NOT a famous Dublin resident, but in fact, Gill’s local bartender) that he put Mark in the studio and recorded “33 1/3 Grand Street”. When released in late 2002, Mark’s song “Volunteer” hit the top ten on Radio FM in Ireland, and in January 2003 Radio FM named him the Witnness Rising Artist of the Week. Mark then performed at the Sundance Film Festival, where his music video had its world premier. In February 2003, coinciding with the Irish release of the record, National Irish Television aired a one hour special on Mark, featuring seven songs performed solo. The Irish Sunday Times Magazine ran a feature story on Mark, he performed on all the major Irish late night talk shows and at both Witnness and Lisdoonvarna Festivals. Mark played SXSW, MTV Spring Break – Barbados, and the Hamptons Film Festival where his songs were featured in two of the competition films. Gemma Hayes sings back-up on his EP “America.” So far in 2004, Mark’s song “Suzanne” has come out on the Starbucks – Hear Music Compilation. He was featured on NPR’s Open Mic and the nationally syndicated World Café with David Dye in February. He made his second appearance at SXSW Music Festival in March, where his songs were in two films. His next record “Ghosts” will appear this fall and features background vocals by Josh Ritter and The “Frames” Glen Hansard.

Lyrics

Songs My Mother Taught Me

Written By: Mark Geary

What a weight it was off you,
And your silence saw me through.
But if you come up here, you’ll see.
What a mess I’ve made of this.

Before you start, turning again
Before you start away,
Before you had something to say.
I believe I heard it once,
The violence and tortured sons.
We hold it up, not to debate,
And realized,
We learn too late.
All I can hear is
the songs my mother taught me.

You’re the friend I need the most,
You’re the friend I needed close,
But we let it slip again,
It’s all broken now,
You said.

Gingerman

Written By: Mark Geary

You loved the girl,
Who loved the man,
Who slipped away under the sand.
Open your eyes and you’ll understand
Who broke your back the Gingerman.
‘We are only learning to dive.’

You learnt it all,
when you were five,
Hold in your breath to stay alive
Escape from the heat under the fan
Learning to love my uncle Sam.
‘We are only learning to dive’

You loved the girl,
Who loved the man,
Who slipped away under the sand,
Open your eyes and you’ll understand
Who broke your back the Gingerman

The sign on the door deserves a brand
Hold in your breath to be a man
But down on the floor you’ll realize
That caterpillar crawls to butterflies

Escape from the heat under the fan
Learning to love my uncle Sam
We are only learning to dive

Alison, the carousel,
Broken-hearts are not for sale
Leave it here, I’ll understand
Foreign cars are in demand.
We are only learning to dive

America

Written By: Mark Geary

I’m your waiter
My rule of thumb,
Appetizers are two for one.
The water turned salty with songs we’ve sung
Bee’s wax beauty – on everyone.

‘I’d wash my hands
if America was blind,
they’d understand.’

The water turned salty
With songs we’ve sung,
Bee’s wax beauty on everyone.
My eyes were burning,
I looked inside
Camped out David, what did you find?

‘I’d wash my hands
if America was blind,
they’d understand.’

There, there, their baby arrows
there’s a war comin’, man we’re fried.
There, there, they’re like baby arrows,
they can’t hurt you even if they tried.
There, there, their baby arrows
The more I give in, the more you sigh.
They aren’t feeling nothing tonight,
They’re a heartbeat that twists in your eye.

I’d wash my hands
if America was blind,
they’d understand.

Discography

GHOSTS
33 1/3 Grand Street

America (Revisited)