Mark Saville

Mark Saville

BandPopSinger/Songwriter

Biography

I've been writing songs since I was 16 years old
and did my first Gig at age 12 with my Uncle.

Lyrics

Drunken Angel

Written By: Mark Saville

Chorus
I was sittin on a park bench
Miles and miles from home
Wondering what my next move was
Tired of being alone

I felt failure sneeking round the corner of my room
Tired of being lonely
And tired of the urge to roam

Off in the shadows from the corner of my eye
A staggering silhouette against a dreary sky
He walked up and sat beside me
Said looks like rain
I thought "who the hecks this guy"
As he told me his name

What kind of war you fighting boy he said
I'm just trying to survive
Might be kinda hard to do alone boy
But you can darn sure give it a try
By the way where do you call home
I said might as well be as far as those stars
I've closed all those doors and I'm living with the scars

Well I know that feelin he said
I've had it a million times
When I was slowly giving up
And down to my last dime
Difference was I had a real war to fight
When I was as young as you
And I had no choice in what I had to do
He pulled his pant leg and he showed me a shrapnel scar
Said that's only some of it
Others I got in the bar
Your war he said is one that's in your mind.
You're caught between pride and lonelyness and
You're running short of time

When I got off that boat from overseas I was miles and miles frrom home
About two thousand miles too far west and thought I could make it alone
And I had dreams too when I was young as you
But didn't realize
Dreams are only thoughts it takes help to make them come alive

Now who knows where my family is
They might as well be dead
If they aren't they probably think I am
That's enough said

But I thought risking my life for my country was all I had to do
I was wrong and I'm paying for it now
You see people forget all too soon
And they don't respect drifters and loners like me and you
And pretty soon your only friend's a brown paper bag
With some comfort in between

So go home boy while you still can
Blood is thicker than booze
Don't wait as long as I did
You'll never make it through

And with that he staggered off
Into the night
And I watched him walk away til he was right out of site
And I sat there half the night just thinking about all the things he said
The thoughts of his lonely life were running through my head
I couldn't help but wonder
What he might have been
If he'd only had some family and friends way back when

Chorus
I was sittin on a park bench
Miles and miles from home
Wondering what my next move was
Tired of being alone

I felt failure sneekin round the corner of my room
Tired of being lonely
And tired of the urge to roam

End

(c) Copyright Mark Saville

Gold

Written By: Mark Saville

Gold

It was a snowy day in twenty three
When a young man stepped off the train
The sign by the rails said Mine Centre
And he kinda liked the name
The blanket of snow on the ground below
Gave this land a virgin feel
And from that day on the young man knew
There's gold in an honest deal

It was a rough old town but he settled down
Built a home for his lovely bride
Worked the mines for a time
Three kids right by his side
He always knew what he had to do
But the gold bug had it's way
The haunting dream of that yellow gleam
In piles of rusty clay

Chorus
Well he always dreamed of the Mother Load
But he kept his family fed
The gold he found in that tough old ground
Was only the edge he said
I can still hear him say
We'll find it someday
Buy a Cadilac for my little girl

Well he staked some claims and built a mill
Had his family to help him through
Then each speck of gold went into a mold
He did more than a man could do
He worked night and day to make it pay
And brought his kids up right
Although they were they never felt poor
Everything just seemed alright

Chorus

The old mill till stands that he built with his hands
A monument tried and true
He never did find that rich old mine but he always made it through
Although he's gone his spirit lives on
In eyes of crystal blue
When I walk through the mill I feel his presence still
And the memories I hold are true

As the years go by I realize
The impression he had on me
He was an honest man that made a stand
For things that he believed
He used to say Boy make your way and do the best you can
Never back down from anyone and be your own man

Chorus

End

Weathered Cross

Written By: Mark Saville

Weathered Cross

There's a little country church
On the road into town
That I drive by everyday
In the cemetery there nothing much has changed
Just rows of cold granite stone

Then one fresh spring day from the corner of my eye
A brand new homemade shiny wooden cross
With flowers all around and a wreath hung on it's arms
There was lots of love for this one life that's lost

Now I'm not exactly sure
But the story in my mind
Is one of love forever more
And even though she's poor this lady made darn sure
Her life long love was never left behind

Chorus
Now there's a homemade wooden cross amongst cold granite stone
That shines like a beacon to us all
You can take all the money in this world you can find
But in the end it's love you leave behind

Chorus
Now there's a homemade wooden cross amongst cold granite stone
That shines like a beacon to us all
You can take all the money in this world you can find
But in the end it's love you leave behind

At this little country church on the road into town
Nothing much has changed there at all
Just a slightly weathered cross with flowers all around
And a wreath that speaks of love forever more

Just a slightly weathered cross with flowers all around
And a wreath that speaks of love forever more

End

Copyright (C) Mark Saville 2009 All Rights Reserved