Mark M. Wilson (LYRICS)

Mark M. Wilson (LYRICS)

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Award-winning lyricist (TV broadcast/PRS member) including: "UK Songwriting Contest" 1st Place and Judges Special Award (gold disc) + "Great American Song Contest" Winner + "Unisong" 2nd place. (Lyric samples in AUDIO)

Biography

Hello!
I'm a freelance screenwriter and lyricist, currently working on two animation series, as well as pitches for a TV sit-com, a TV drama and a stage musical.
Most of my lyrics are for adults, but I've also had kids songs performed on CITV (see link below).
Always on the lookout for new composing partners, I prefer to collaborate than simply sell a finished lyric. Even the compositions listed in "Audio" are not set in stone and I'm keen to rewrite to music.
If you like what you read, please get in touch:
e: markwilsonW11-scripts@yahoo.co.uk
tel: 0044 78 50 87 50 50
Mark
(PRS member)

Lyrics

Cold Flame

Written By: Mark M Wilson

(fade up)
I’m fed up of your lies
Fed up of your lies....
(multiple rpts)

I don’t give a damn
Doesn’t bother me
If you think it’s over
I’m fed up of your lies
I’m tired
And I wanna dream alone

Tell it to the hand
Write them on the wall
All your guilty secrets
I know you’ve bled me dry
That’s why
It’s time to make you sweat

(chorus)
I will be your COLD FLAME from afar
A COLD FLAME burning in your favourite bar
COLD FLAMES send you flowers with love and X’s
Anonymous, so New Flames will suspect

Tit-for-tat, OK
Oh so petty games
Play until you’re sorry
I let you steal my heart
Sweet heart
And now my ego’s sore

I don’t want your cash
I don’t need your help
Hearts of glass are broken
You only need to plead
Heart’s bleed
And then I’ll let you go

(chorus)
I will be your COLD FLAME from afar
A COLD FLAME in the mirror of your car
COLD FLAMES send you flowers with triple XXX’s
Anonymous, so New Flames will suspect

It’s time to make you sweat
Time to make you sweat...
(multiple rpts)

Tell it to the hand
Write them on the wall
All your schemes and secrets
I know you’ve bled me dry
That’s why
It’s time to make you sweat

Tit-for-tat, for sure
Shallow, petty games
Play until you’re sorry
You let me give my heart
Sweet heart
And now my ego’s torn

I will be your COLD FLAME from afar
A COLD FLAME always leaves the door ajar
COLD FLAMES call but hang up when you answer...

(abrupt cut / dialling tone)

(c) 2006 Mark M Wilson
Notting Hill, London

Lazy Princess

Written By: Mark M Wilson

Rise at noon
So fragile
Please pamper me
And pander to
My silly whims
Indulge my sins

La Cote d’Azur
L’amour for sure
Fifth Avenue
Buy something new
Or Notting Hill
Champagne and pills

(bridge)
Wrap me in a coat that purrs
Naked but for pearls and fur
Such a naughty girl!

(chorus)
All the bad things I do feel oh so nice
These lazy days need a little spice
For the mad things I do I’ll pay the price
Prim and proper? Oh no!
I’m a LAZY PRINCESS
Prim and proper? No way!
I’m a LAZY PRINCESS

No nip ‘n’ tuck
Or peels ‘n’ plucks
Yes honestly
I’m toxin free
Just legal highs
And regal genes

(bridge)
Daddy’s millions came to me
But I give lots to charity
So why feel guilty?

(repeat chorus)

(spoken)
It feels so nice
Well worth the price
A lazy high
D’you wanna try?

(chorus 3)
All the bad things I do feel oh so nice
These lazy days need a little spice
For the mad things I do I’ll pay the price
Primp and Preen! Make a fuss!
I’m a LAZY PRINCESS
Not the Queen of the scene
Just a LAZY PRINCESS

(part spoken)
Primp and preen me please
Spoil me rotten please
(Have you forgotten me?)
I’m a LAZY PRINCESS
No need to rush me now
Don’t hush or push me now
Just stop and take a bow...

I’m a LAZY PRINCESS

(c) 2006 Mark M Wilson
Notting Hill, London

Silver Linings

Written By: Mark M Wilson

Why do I pretend
Fool myself again
Think you’re growing stronger
You struggle with my name
(A grey day)
Have all your angels gone?

Then you squeeze my hand
Seem to understand
Stories from my childhood
The games we used to play
(Sunny days)
Til I left home for good

(chorus)
When lonely clouds are raining in your eyes
When angry clowns and divas drift on by
If demons roam from once-upon-a-time
Will lonely clouds reveal
Their SILVER LININGS?

SILVER LININGS ... a ray of light
SILVER LININGS ... the spark of life
SILVER LININGS ... early spring
What will tomorrow bring?

When you feel the cold
Running low on coal
Embers still glow gently
Like a sunrise in a storm
(New dawn)
You laugh with secret glee

Favourite tunes rewind
Echoes in your mind
Dreamtime full of dancing
A young girl once again
(Summer then)
With brand new songs to sing

(chorus 2)
When lonely clouds are raining in your eyes
When angry soldiers fight forgotten times
If God frees demons and forgives their crimes
Will lonely clouds reveal
Their SILVER LININGS?

SILVER LININGS ... a ray of hope
SILVER LININGS ... new growth
SILVER LININGS ... eternal spring

What will tomorrow bring?

(c)2006 Mark M Wilson, Notting Hill, London

Funny Girlz

Written By: Mark M Wilson

They don’t question - cool or tacky
They don’t ponder - kitsch or quaint
They don’t long for former glories
Pointing out their peeling paint

With Bette Vegas eyes
They all see neon rainbows shine
Sip warm champagne with fish ‘n’ chips
Then glitz and lip-gloss time
With a G ‘n’ T and lime

(chorus)
Funny Girlz in pearls!
Centre stage
Not home alone
Funny Girlz in curls!
Baby Jane and Judy clones
Funny Girlz in fur!
Glamour queens with glitter balls
Funny Girlz all purr!
Pussies lapping up applause

They don’t ride on rollercoasters
Their white knuckle days are gone
They don’t dance like Fred ‘n’ Ginger
They're goldfishin'
Singin' swans

They’re closet bingo babes
And crunching numbers they could kill
They’ll read your palm and see romance
Then offer you a thrill
For a tenner in the till

(rpt chorus)

On Friday nights they’re all the rage -
Madonna, Tina, Cher
With Big Boyz in tuxedos
Dainty dancing like Astaire

(rpt chorus)

Funny Girlz - superb!
Friday night they’re all the rage!
Funny Girlz - or Sirs?
Hollywood - or Blackpool babes...?

(c) 2006 Mark M Wilson, Notting Hill, London

No More Lonely Clouds

Written By: Mark M Wilson

(INTRO/ECHO/RPTS: No lonely clouds .. No more lonely clouds raining in your eyes .. ETC)

(verse)
If your eyes are closed
Do you know when I’m watching over you?
If your lips are sealed
Can you laugh or cry, tell me how you feel?
If you can’t reach out and hold me in your arms
One final time
Will you be dancing once again
When church bells chime?

No mourning this morning
Distress was never your style
(No lonely clouds, NO MORE LONELY CLOUDS)
Gonna wear my Sunday best
With a brave new face

(chorus)
Mother Nature beckons now
Lay your weary bones in her embrace
NO MORE LONELY CLOUDS
You’re safe and warm in a sacred place
Over the rainbow where new worlds begin
NO MORE LONELY CLOUDS
When Angels sing
NO MORE LONELY CLOUDS
Only Angels’ bling!

Though your eyes are closed
I know you’ll still be watching over me
Though your lips are sealed
I can hear you laugh beneath the breeze
Though you can’t reach out
I feel you squeeze my hand when times are hard
And when I’m alone and missing you so much
You’re never far
Always in my heart

No pining, no whining
Distress was never your style
(No lonely clouds, NO MORE LONELY CLOUDS)
Gonna put my best foot forward
With a brave new face
Face a brand new day

(chorus)
Mother Nature beckons now
And snow drops grow when you both embrace
NO MORE LONELY CLOUDS
It’s clear and bright in this sacred place
Hush-a-bye mountains are all yours to climb
NO MORE LONELY CLOUDS
It’s party time!
NO MORE LONELY CLOUDS
Mrs Blue Sky!

(No lonely clouds ... NO MORE LONELY CLOUDS ...)
And blue-bells bloom when you both embrace

(No lonely clouds ... NO MORE LONELY CLOUDS ...)
An ivy climbs when you both embrace

(No lonely clouds ... NO MORE LONELY CLOUDS ...) (rpt/fade)

Mother Nature’s kiss was your final wish

(c) 2007 Mark M Wilson, Notting Hill, London

Plasmaville Thrills

Written By: Mark M Wilson

(Verse/male)
Words in lipstick written ‘cross the mirror
Telling me it’s over, yelling “I’m free!”
Red as blood and brutal as murder
Oh, what melodrama, wasted on me

I’ll reply but after condensation
Karma contemplation - dawdle and dream
In the shower - draw a lonely flower
Doodle your face on chrome and in steam

(bridge/both)
Once a team! What a scream!
Always hand-in-hand
Going nowhere but making plans
Hazy nights! Silly fights! We were so naive
The viewers loved us

(male only)
So baby, why leave?

(Chorus/female)
I don’t want these PLASMA thrills
Flat silver screen ambitions
I don’t need these PLASMA frills
Exhibit X - high-definition
Don’t wanna live in PLASMAVILLE
It’s only F-X, smoke and mirrors
Don’t need the powder or the pills
Or your soft-back thrillers...
It’s a wrap

(verse/male)
Scrabble letters scattered ‘cross the table
Telling me it’s over, spelling it out
On the fridge - the same but in magnetic
Pink and quite pathetic, there’s really no doubt

I’ll reply, but first procrastination
A little mastication in my birthday suit
Nearly noon now, really wanna spoon now
Looking for “L O V E” in alphabet soup

(bridge/both)
Once a team! You and me! Oh, so many plans!
Nothing black-and-white but all in-hand
Crazy nights! Vicious fights! We were so in love!
PLASMA passion! Was that not enough?

RPT CHORUS

(bridge/male)
I guess the goldfish life was fine
When two swam side by side
But left with all the sharks, I wonder,
Will my ratings dive?

(Chorus/both)
We don’t need these PLASMA thrills
With fairy tale ambitions
Don’t need these PLASMA frills
Life down a lens - high-definition
So what’s the point of PLASMAVILLE
It’s only F-X, smoke and mirrors
Let’s ditch the powder and the pills
Head for the hills...until...
“It’s a wrap!” for all the crap in PLASMAVILLE

(c) 2007 Mark M Wilson, Notting Hill, London

A Sin Symphony!

Written By: Mark M Wilson

(intro/spoken)
Let’s take a trip to Loveland aboard the bullet train
Or Paradise sounds twice as nice
So babe let's sail away

(verse)
Our train is in the tunnel
Our love is Diamond Class
Our screams are gonna break all hearts of glass

Our Love Boat’s on the ocean
These waves are wedding bells
It’s no Titanic tragedy, so yell

(chorus)
Bang the drum! Sound the horn!
Let cymbals crash while we perform
A SIN SYMPHONY!
Only you and me
SIN SYMPHONY!
Or how about three?
SIN SYMPHONY!

Doves are flying over
Rabbits hop and skip
Champagne corks are popping
Take a sip

Peel me off the ceiling
Scrape me off the floor
Scoop me up
Let’s whoop it up
For luck - let’s play once more
So come on ...

(chorus 2)
Bang the drum! Sound the horn!
Feel the beat - heartbeats perform
A SIN SYMPHONY!
Only you and me
SIN SYMPHONY!
Or how about three?
SIN SYMPHONY!
Or four to score
A SIN SYMPHONY!

Me Tarzan, you Jane - let’s swing from tree to tree
Or Cinders and the Prince in horny harmony

(RPT CHORUS)

Fly a rocket via Venus - way beyond the stars
Or cruise down Lovers' Lane inside my car

(RPT CHORUS)

And when the sun is rising
And Dawn peeps at the day
We’ll still be sleepin’ - sweet dreamin’
Beyond the Milky Way

(c) 2007 Mark M Wilson, Notting Hill, London

Please Rewind

Written By: Mark M Wilson


Zero calls
I’m climbing the walls
Veins bleed wine
Salt stained eyes

I know I told you - to please leave your key
And I begged you - to please let me be

(chorus)
I hurt you
Didn’t deserve you
Don’t blame you for breaking the bond
But find me
Please rewind me
To good times Once Upon…
Before I lied
Cried wolf on the run

Typing names
I’m searching in vain
Skype and tweet
Deny defeat

I know I told you - to please leave your key
And yes I begged you - to please let me be

(chorus)
I hurt you
Didn’t deserve you
Don’t blame you for deleting our song
But find me
Please rewind me
To good times Once Upon…
Before I lied
Cried wolf on the run

Please try to find me - please try and be kind to me
Rewind, rewind, rewind
Please try to find me - please don’t be so blind to me
Rewind, rewind, rewind…

(rpt / fade)

© 2011 Mark M. Wilson, Notting Hill, London

Forbidden Lawns

Written By: Mark M Wilson

No one
Beside me
Oak trees
Yellow ribbon free
Where you once walked
Across FORBIDDEN LAWNS

Lovers
Behind me
These others
Once lived happily
Now In Memory
Beside FORBIDDEN LAWNS

What have I learned from all those names?
Engravings linger though memories wane
And they all proclaim
A lifetime side-by-side
In a lovely place where love resides
(So why these tears?)

(chorus)
I’ve denied love
I’ve resisted all her charms
I’ve lied when I’m in her arms
Or missed a rendezvous
Beside FORBIDDEN LAWNS
I’ve decried love
Ridiculed the way we fall
With our backs against the wall
On foolish rendezvous
Beside FORBIDDEN LAWNS
Although ...
Torn when I met you
Beside FORBIDDEN LAWNS

Don’t walk
Or stray far
Stay close (you said)
Forget your qualms
When you’re in my arms
Far away from FORBIDDEN LAWNS

Lovers
You and me (you said)
Like others
We’ll live happily
Building memories
Beyond FORBIDDEN LAWNS

What have I learned from all those names?
When love so fickle so often wanes
And cold hearts maim
Kind and gentle souls
Sometimes we stoop too low

(RPT CHORUS)

Now I sit here one last time
(Recall your face)
Love’s engravings all in line
(Your smile, the chase)
I resolve to end this wanderlust
(I left in haste)
But I’ll return in bronze and dust
(One final ace)

Dates and lover - T.B.C - maybe you and me?
Beneath FORBIDDEN LAWNS

(c) 2007 Mark M Wilson, Notting Hill, London

In Cuckoo Land

Written By: Mark M Wilson

When old Mother Earth’s in a state of shock
And the Djinn has lost his bottle
Will Angels cry?
When the Wise Old Wizard has gone to pot
And the Golden Egg’s gone rotten
Have grown-ups lied?
When the Secret Garden’s full of weeds
And the Ivory Tower’s leanin’
There’s only one place left for
Sweet daydreamin’

(chorus)
IN CUCKOO LAND
See comical faces and chemical tans
IN CUCKOO LAND
Silicon heads are buried in the sand
CLOUD CUCKOO LAND! CLOUD CUCKOO LAND!
Please clap yer hands
‘Cos thugs ‘n’ hoods have all been banned
IN CUCKOO LAND

When the Land of Nod is a New Nightmare
And Santa’s on the dole
Will Angels cry?
When Mary Poppins shows her underwear
And Peter Pan grows old
Have grown-ups lied?
When Obi Wan can’t feel the force
And the Hulk’s no longer green
There’s only one place left for us to dream

IN CUCKOO LAND
See comical faces and chemical tans
IN CUCKOO LAND
Cynical heads are buried in the sand
CLOUD CUCKOO LAND! CLOUD CUCKOO LAND!
Now Wash Your Hands
‘Cos love ‘n’ bugs have all been banned
IN CUCKOO LAND

No war! No crime! No sin! No sleaze!
No CFCs! White lines or Es!
So fly the flag! Don’t lag behind!

IN CUCKOO LAND
See comical faces and chemical tans
IN CUCKOO LAND
Sinners heads are buried in the sand
CLOUD CUCKOO LAND! CLOUD CUCKOO LAND!
Can I kiss yer hand?
‘Cos bods ‘n’ gods have all been spammed
IN CUCKOO LAND

All our love and laughter canned
But I’m happy here
I am
(I am, I am, I am, I am ....) (fades)

(c) 2008 Mark M Wilson, Notting Hill, London

Someone Else Will Cry

Written By: Mark M Wilson

Someone ... someone else will ...
Someone Else Will Cry ...
(backing vocals multi-rpt then fade into...)

A tired old man falls to the floor
Brittle bones from forgotten wars
He’s dreaming

He wears gold medals and a sign
Showing everyone he’s blind
They don’t see him

(chorus 1)
No shame
There’s always someone else to blame
Someone else waiting next in line
One kind soul who can spare the time
There’s always someone bolder
A saviour or soldier
A stranger to shoulder
Pain

So someone ... someone else ...
Someone Else Will Cry
While we all walk on by
(backing vocals multi-rpt then fade into...)

A family man falls to his knees
Shattered bones and a single scream
He’s bleeding

Orphaned children and widows wait
Unaware of an awful fate
The World’s grieving

RPT CHORUS 1

Boy soldiers playing in the sand
Another Bleeding Hearts Club Band
B movie

Tiny Titans from screen to store
Aqua Rangers waging war
On TV

No shame - there’s always the media to blame

(chorus 2)
Our shame
Why rely one someone else to blame
A faceless soul further down the queue
Bearing the brunt for me and you
We really should be bolder
Be a saint or a soldier
We really ought to shoulder
Pain

So even though Someone Else Will Cry ...

So should you and I

(c) 2008 Mark M Wilson, Notting Hill, London

Pin Me Down

Written By: Mark M Wilson

PIN ME DOWN
To a firm date
PIN ME DOWN
Never trust fate
PIN ME DOWN
You really must learn how
Procrastinate?
And I’ll take my bow

Tie me down
To a set time
Write it down
And underline
PIN ME DOWN
Get real or I’ll wander free
Pronounce a date
Or you’ll lose me
Renounce the rest and choose me.

(chorus)
Snub and shun all wanna-babes
Wipe their numbers from your sim
PIN ME DOWN
So the hype across town
Has Exes in a spin
Snuff out all your old flames
So those feeble lights go dim
PIN ME DOWN
With a ring and a gown
Inform our next of kin

PIN ME DOWN
Put me on the spot
PIN ME DOWN
Signing on the dots
PIN ME DOWN
No “buts” or your little white lies
Only “I do!”
And then kiss the bride

(bridge)
No “buts” - ‘cos I’ve made up your mind
And “I do!” too - c’mon kiss the bride

Snub and shun all dolls ‘n’ dames
No crushes, no more flings
Bring on down
A kind of blush to the town
Your Exes in a spin
Snuff out all your old flames
Ban the Yangs ‘cos I’m a Yin
PIN ME DOWN
With a ring and a gown
Inform our next of kin
PIN ME DOWN
With a ring and a gown
All proper, very prim
Or PIN ME DOWN
With a ring and a gown
In Las Vegas
On a whim!

(c) 2008 Mark M Wilson, Notting Hill, London

No Licence To Love

Written By: Mark M Wilson

When the bond between two souls is torn apart
Your licence to love has expired
Then a longing fills the void left by your heart
No solace in rage, ice and fire

Is this world enough
To be your stage?
So you’ve lived twice
But thrice might be too tough
With NO LICENCE TO LOVE

(chorus)
There’s no doctor
Prepared to stop your heart
Bleeding
Erasing your feelings
Sterilising your dreams
There’s no one left
Bereft enough to believe you
Your eyes only revealing
You’re the spy who once loved
No solace from pain, sorrow or blame
NO LICENCE TO LOVE

When the golden eyes of love reflect cold flames
Old diamonds are lost in the dust
Another day goes by and you keep searching in vain
No solace for souls scared to trust

In this vacant room
The view can’t thrill
Then daylight dies
And you’re allowed to kill
But NO LICENCE TO LOVE

There’s no doctor
Prepared to stop your heart
Bleeding
Paralysing but leaving
A quantum of dreams
There’s no one left
Bereft enough to believe you
Your eyes only revealing
You’re the spy who once loved
No solace or ease - only horrors and thieves
NO LICENCE TO LOVE

(bridge)
Share cold comfort in casinos and bars
(NO LICENCE TO LOVE)
Pseudo solace from the babes and the cars
(NO LICENCE TO LOVE)

There’s no doctor
Prepared to stop your heart
Bleeding
Erasing your feelings
Sterilising your dreams
There’s no one left
Bereft enough to believe you
Your eyes only revealing
You’re the spy who once loved
No solace or sleep - only secrets to keep
NO LICENCE TO LOVE
(No solace in sight)
NO LICENCE TO LOVE
(No solace tonight)
NO LICENCE TO LOVE
(For you and I)
NO LICENCE TO LOVE

(c) 2008 Mark M Wilson, Notting Hill, London

This Invisible Love

Written By: Mark M Wilson

Text me please before you sleep
(I’m waiting for that bleep!)
Phone me on your way to work
(Night time always hurts)
Small talk’s fine - your jokes and jibes
(Even when you lie)
Voicemail always makes me pine
(Your O.G.M sublime!)

Hey, let’s meet up soon?
Brunch or lunch at noon?

(chorus)
THIS INVISIBLE LOVE
Is so transparent
But only to my friends
THIS INVISIBLE LOVE
Is not apparent
To you
Coz I pretend
I flirt with you
But tease you too
I can be oh so crude
And sometimes cruel
I can play the fool
Then plead the blues

It’s a wound that never bleads
THIS INVISIBLE LOVE

How about a game of cards?
(Solitaire’s so very hard)
A movie at the Multiplex?
(The place where we first met)
Share an ice cream by the sea?
(Like lovers in their teens)
A gallery to ponder art?
(Bronze lovers never part)

Hey, let’s meet up soon?
Brunch or lunch at noon?
Evening drinks maybe?
Even on a whim call me
Please call me

(RPT CHORUS)
It’s a scar I’ll never feel
THIS INVISIBLE LOVE

(Bridge)
One day I’ll replace The Joker with my Ace of Hearts
Or do I love the chase too much to reveal my hand?

(RPT CHORUS)
It’s a pain I’ll never fear
THIS INVISIBLE LOVE

(c) 2008 Mark M Wilson, Notting Hill, London

The Divas of Duval

Written By: Mark M Wilson

The Key of dreams
Is a pink Paradise
Ice maidens tease
In the heat of the night
With golden beads
And silver sequins ablaze
In killer heels
With a whip (if you pay!)

So Amazonian - all these Divas on display
So Amazonian - Divine Divas on parade

(chorus)
Who cares if it’s all fake
Or one of nature’s slight mistakes
We all love to wave and stare
And marvel when these Divas dare
To be different, to be glam
Coz Divas never give a damn
They’re the Divas
The Divas of Duval

It’s Paradise
In the Florida Keys
So roll a dice
You can do what you please
Vanilla nights
Or ride a rainbow til dawn
So hold on tight
In the height of the storm

These Amazonians - Key West Divas on display
These Amazonians - on a quest to make us pay

Who gives a fuck if it’s all sham
A nip and tuck but once a man
It’s several bucks to wave and stare
And marvel at the Divas flare
So very different, very glam
Coz Divas never give a damn
They’re the Divas
The Divas of Duval

(spoken/rap)
Baby Jane’s on a bumpy ride!
With Auntie Mame and The Monster’s bride!
Dolly One and Dolly Two!
Hello Babs!
We’ll always love you!
Judy G poppin’ all those tabs!
Lady Madonna flexing her abs!
Mrs Von Trapp will never be a nun!
And Annie’s so vexed she gets her gun!

Who gives a fuck if it’s all sham (ham!)
A nip and tuck but once a man (ooooh!)
We all love to wave and stare (aaah!)
And marvel at the Divas flare (hair!)
So very different, very glam
Coz Divas never give a damn
They’re the Divas
Divine Divas
The Divas of Duval

(c) 2008 Mark M Wilson, Notting Hill, London

Love Lingers

Written By: Mark M Wilson


A bar
A game of pool
Love lingers in this room
Your funny photo at the zoo
Lovers posing
Oh, so cool

Cold sheets
By my side
Love is single in the night
Old things
A shirt and tie
Love lingers
In moonlight

(chorus)
Love lingers, while I pray
Love lingers, in the flame
Linger, my love
Never wane

When silent shadows loom
Love lets an angel through
Distant laughter lifts the gloom
Love sings a wistful tune

(chorus)
Love lingers, while I pray
Love lingers, in the flame
Linger, my love
Never wane

Morning glory memories
Love tingles in the breeze
Pour two coffees
Both for me
Love lingers, caffeine free

(chorus)
Love lingers, while I pray
Love lingers, in the flame
Linger, my love
Never wane

© 2011 Mark M. Wilson, Notting Hill, London

Second Hand Souls

Written By: Mark M Wilson


When my man begged to appeal
For borrowed time
I knew he’d steal
Tears from crocodiles and alibis from me
When he fell down to the ground
Well, I guess, it felt profound
I confess I knelt and kissed his fevered brow

In all probability
He once knew sweet Dorothy
When she was turning tricks with yellow bricks
In a crystal city
Now his flings have flown away
His yellow fingers twitch and ache
His body itching for the things he craves

(chorus)
He crossed the line
Checkpoint Charlie time
My angel bites the dust from fires below
He’s a tin man
Rusty wham-bang!
Now I’m a saint seeking SECOND HAND SOULS

Once upon our hearts were true
Love full on from sun to moon
With dreams of happy-ever-after too
Saint Teresa with a twist
Saint Nicholas to grant a wish
But, I guess, we saints aint allowed such bliss

We were wrong to soar so high
In the clouds sweet dreams were lies
I pretended not to spot those tell-tale signs
But I sensed them in his touch
His fumbles just a bluff
Substituting lust for love (so brief and rough)

(RPT CHORUS)

(bridge)
Red lights and greasy poles
Bar tabs and greedy loans
He even had to steal my soul

(RPT CHORUS)

If I lose the will to fight
If I’m consumed by fear and spite
I might never ever meet an honest guy
So don’t presume I’ll take him home
Or grant my Ex parole
I’m still a saint seeking SECOND HAND SOULS

(RPT CHORUS)

My angel bites the dust of broken bones
Now I’m a saint seeking SECOND HAND SOULS
My angel bites the dust the Devil stole
Now I’m a saint seeking SECOND HAND SOULS
(No second hand woes)
SECOND HAND SOULS
(No broken hearts on loan)
SECOND HAND SOULS

(c) 2008 Mark M Wilson, Notting Hill, London

Our Destiny

Written By: Mark M Wilson

The grass
So green
Beyond grey highways
The sea
So blue
Below another sky
Far away
But here and now - only you and I

The snow
So pure
On distant mountains
The breeze
So sweet
Away from Nowhere Towns
No-one names
But here and now - only you and I
And were doin’ fine

(chorus)
You and I
We’ll keep making plans
Keep believing we can
Shape OUR DESTINY
You and I
We’ve bridges to build
And then maybe we will
Change OUR DESTINY

The road
Unwinds
But red lights blind us
The signs
Unclear
Though they remind us
To persevere
The ‘how’ and ‘when’ excites and scares
But we can share

RPT CHORUS

(bridge)
We’ll be turning over new leaves
Turning brand new keys
Won’t let Fate carve out our history
We’re gonna strive to shape OUR DESTINY

You and I
Gonna keep making plans
Keep believing we can
Shape OUR DESTINY
You and I
Bigger bridges to build
And then maybe we will
Change OUR DESTINY

(fades)
No fantasy
OUR DESTINY
No idle dreams
OUR DESTINY
No easy schemes
OUR DESTINY
No angry tears
OUR DESTINY...

(c) 2008 Mark M Wilson, Notting Hill, London

No More Deadlines

Written By: Mark M Wilson

Still on a treadmill
Grinding stone
Born and bred to work
Flesh to bone
Lives fast forward but mine's
On pause
A few approvals
No rousing applause

When the moon is high - I reach for stars with feet of clay
A year goes by - Mother Nature's slow and lame

(chorus 1)
No more deadlines
Bled dry by these regimes
Fed up of routines too
I’ll write headlines
Revising my daydreams
I yearn for the shock of the new

Destiny or luck
Fate or chance
When you see I'm lost
In a trance
I hesitate but this
Turns you on
Seize the moment coz
Love won’t wait so long

When the moon is cold - I pine for your smiling face
When the dawn is gold - we're both in a better place

(chorus 2)
No more deadlines
Bled dry by these regimes
Fed up of routines too
No more deadlines
Instead we’ll make daydreams
Our true love vows are so new

So true, so new, so true, so new...(rpt/fade)

Now the moon is old - it feels like the end of time
(No more deadlines)
Now the sun is gold - and eternal church bells chime

RPT CHORUS 2

(c) 2011 Mark M Wilson, Notting Hill, London