Mark Harper

Mark Harper

BandAlternativeAvant-garde

Biography

I've opened up for the 10,000 Maniacs, Meat Puppets and Daniel Lanois. I also toured with Michael Hedges, whom I have a similar guitar sytle and technique. My music celebrates the Atomic/Galactic reality we Earthlings find ourselves thrown into. I have a very improvisational streak in the spirit of the Grateful Dead. Many of my songs are modern day versions of what the late great Woody Guthrie became so well known for. And finally, much of my material celebrates, as did Frank Zappa, the power and the musical elixir of Humor. Book me or chose one of my songs for your festival and you will be glad you did. Just take a look at the depth of some of the lyrics and you will see that my musical vision and mission is literally, light years, seconds, minutes, hours and days ahead of your run-of-the-mill, singer-song-writers. Sincerely, and Atomically, Galactically yours! Mark L. Harper

Lyrics

SapientIgnoramus

Written By: Mark L. Harper

Observe the animals pacing; looking dashing to and fro. Good day Monsignor, Sir, Madam and Mr. Doe. Witness fingers, twirling whiskers, such debonair mustaching. Trousers blazing, pipes a' smoking; executives grazing, necks are choking!

Meanwhile, elsewhere, other wild beasts begin their prowls. Just put your head to the ground, hear the sounds of their angry growls. Faint breathings, alleys and shadows, that's where the monsters lurk. Head bashings, wrist slashings; have you seen the monsters work?

Paint those nails, they're really claws; brush that hair, it's actually fur; shake those hands, they feel like paws. Have you heard the purr of the businessman?

grrr, grrr, grrr. grrr!

Oh teach us our anciet brothers whom we call the Neaderthal; how to maul and kill and sin against your children HomoSapien. Skyscrapers! Elevators; $1000 dollar white collar shirts. Check Cashing; gold stashings. Have you seen the bankers smirks?

Paint those nails, they're really claws! Brush that hair, it's actually fur! Shake those hands, they feel like paws! Have you heard the purr of the businessman?

"I'll have you know that unless you get my daughter back to Georgetown University, from Aspen, Colorado, that I'm holding you persoanlly responsible for her $50,000 dollar a semester tuition."

Observe the animals pacing, drinking, smoking, mating to and fro. Good night monsignor, sir, Madam and Mr. Doe.

Moon Tune

Written By: Mark L. Harper

Tonight the moon me and she well we should have slept. She made me break promises I probably should have kept. Tonight the moon I can tell it was she who drove me mad! As a mistress goes you know the moon she's not half that bad.

That white desert immitating earthly snow. Bringing me my highs and swinging to my lows. Giant jewel of the earth, tell me who can top your show? Who rules the earth? Well I think that we know.

Moon who moves me like my very own heart. What would happen to us if we were ever forced to part? Say one day you fell into the great Pacific Blue? Would you still control my soul the way you do?

Moon who mirrors the light of our nearest sun. It's for you for whom my sheer delight falls upon. For tomorrow if our bright sun were to move on. My sorrow and fright would be that you might be gone!

But such fears I surely hope they are unfounding. Suppose invisible around the earth you were surrounding. I'd still feel your miracle births so confounding. Through the years you've truly been the most astounding!

Moon who moves me like my very own heart. What would happen to us if we were ever forced to part? Say one day you fell into the great Pacific Blue; would you still control my soul the way you do?

Milkyway Galaxy

Written By: Mark L. Harper

I will rise up from my middle class poverty! Rub my elbows up against nobility! I will prove that I possess the ability; to experience the dream of American mobility.

I will by myself my very own Rembrandt. Hang it up above my original works of Emmaneul Kant. I will tip with no less than a portrait of Ulysses S. Grant. All I'll have to do my friends is say this chant:

Milkyway Galaxy! Milkyway Galaxy! Milkyway Galaxy! Milkyway Galaxy!
Good bye Mr. Bourgeoise, Good by to all my poverty. Good bye Mr. Bourgeoise! Good by poverty; I won the musical lottery.

I will buy my friends all a couple BMWs. Several lovely homes; one with a coastal view. Get a lawyer who brags about how much she loves to sue. And a Norwegian maid who will shine my family shoes.

I will vacation down in the land of Sumatra. Turn the Natives on to my man Frank Sinatra. I will give them all my very best American Hurrah. And all I'll have to do my friends is know my Mantra

Milkyway Galaxy! Milkyway Galaxy! Milkyway Galaxy! Milkyway Galaxy!
Good bye Mr. Bourgeoise, Good bye to all my misery. Good by Mr. Bourgeoise! Good by poverty; Hello luxury.

I will send my children to the Ivy League Schools. Drink champagne form my tear drop swimming pool. Buy my women all the most expensive jewels; Investing in the 14 carot golden rule.

Religiously I will read my New York Times. Quoting all my favorite Wall Street Journal lines. I will sip only the most elegant of wines. While chanting in my suite on that river Rhine.

Milkyway Galaxy! Milkyway Galaxy! Milkyway Galaxy! Milkyway Galaxy!
Good bye Mr. Bourgeoise, Good bye to all my misery. Good by Mr. Bourgeoise! Good bye poverty; Hello luxury; Good bye poverty we won the musical lottery.

Galaxies Yet To Come

Written By: Mark L. Harper

Many times a day just like a good human; turn my head into the proper direction; I bow to face our flaming Solar Sun! No churches of worth around this cowpoke town. That I could thrust my very soul upon. So I invented my very own religion. And it's not based on something dumb.

My Mother-Moon-Goddess and Father of our Raging Sun. We'll be worshipping the Moon until Our Sun is done! I see the moon rising modest and so honest. Eclipsing most other average humans. Like cooing little pigeons on the run.

In the name of the Father: Proton! In the name of the Son: Electron! In the name of the holy spirit: Neurtron! How many times have you been around the Sun? How many times has our Sun been around the Milkyway Galaxy?

I worship the fire of the Father who forges our greatest Suns. I wish to fly higher and farther than the gorges dividing all the Milky Ones! I'll miss tripping to see foreign fires of Galaxies Yet To Come.

Together we make the sign of our Earth spinning around the sun.
I kiss the blessed lips of my Mother Moon Goddess and I bow to the Father of our raging sun.

In the name of the Mother: Proton! In the name of the Daughter: Electron! In the name of the holy spirit: Neutron.

How many times have you been around the sun? How many times has our solar system been around the Milkyway Galaxy?

We are spinning in celestial seas of infinity! We are twirling in eternal seas of eternity.

Mysteries of the Galaxies

Written By: Mark L. Harper

There are black holes everywhere out there. Full of a zillion light years squared. Far out beyond our constellations glares. Swallowing light and other cosmic flares.

The galaxies are such heavenly temples. Next to them everything seems so simple. While our sun smiles like my wild child's dimples. The Milkyway is giving me atomic-goose-pimples.

The mysteries of the Galaxies. Are piquing my curiousities. Take a peak into infinity; there's more vitamins out there than ABC.

There's more vitamins out there than ABC! There's more vitamins out there than ABC! There's more vitamins out there than ABC! There's more vitamins up there than ABC.

Suppose those black holes were hell for the devilish souls? Or a place where the fundamentalist fold could dwell? Heaven is a Las Vegas, black and white dice roll. A game of bingo for the Santa human mold.

Can you feel the galaxies pulling gravity? Or measure time against Earth-solar brevity. With so many atomic/galactic miracles; why all the human depravities? Their narrow minded skulls; how hollowed be thy cavities.

The mysteries of the galaxies are piquing my curiousities. Take a peak into infinity! There's more vitamins out there than ABC, etc. etc. etc.

Set List

All damn good originals.