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Songs and Lyrics Americana Country Folk Blues
for Karrie
Wild Oats Records
Recorded © BEECHWOOD STUDIOS · Nashville TN
Includes: Up On Elk's Ridge, for Karrie, Baby You Move
Me, Once A Soldier (Always A Hero), You Ain’t Feelin’ With A Full Deck, 8th Grade Romance
( … And They Danced), Always Open Arms, Riverboat, Mae West Momma, Stephen, Even Blind Faith
Has To See, Blue Roses, Back Roads, Fly Away
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Up On Elk's Ridge
Words and Music by Mark Brine
©2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)
MARK BRINE - vocals, guitar DAVID RUSSELL - violin DENIS COLBY - lead guitar JOHN OWNBY - standup bass
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UP ON ELK'S RIDGE where you promised to be mine •
I carved your initials in that evergreen pine •
'N whenever I would see you down at Coggin's feed •
With your Daddy by your side you'd always sneak a wink at me
Gosh, I couldn't sleep, back then I'd lie nights in my bed •
With visions, oh, so private rushin' thru my head 'n •
Whenever I would see you they'd replay in my thoughts •
'N I'd flush that you might see them 'n somehow I'd be caught
Chorus:
Yes up on Elk's Ridge where it all began
I was a boy becoming a man
2. I was your boy but now I'm your man
and you were a girl a lady to be
2. And you're still my girl the lady for me
And we made our commitment
Beneath that evergreen tree
Yes, you 'n me, babe up on Elk's Ridge
Well, our children, they've grown up and all but moved away •
Its been many'a year now since that so-eventful day • And, darlin'
my feelings they've grown but haven't changed • You're still my
young sweetheart so let's go back again
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Riverboat
Words and Music by MARK BRINE
©2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)
MARK BRINE vocals, guitar • DENIS COLBY acoustic lead guitar • DAVID
RUSSELL fiddle/violin • JOHN OWNBY standup bass • RICK LONOW drums
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A scene comes back from
Oh, so very long ago
Of a barefoot boy
Upon these banks …
And the RIVERBOAT
Chorus:
Riverboat … carry me away
(Before you go … please carry me away)
School days lost to wanderlust …
While my feet would soak
In the flow of dreams …
That brought me you … oh, riverboat
Riverboat, you've passed me by …
Oh, so many years
Take me to where 'er you go …
Cause you'd surely know …
Just anywhere … oh, riverboat …
Riverboat please carry me away
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for Karrie
Words and Music by MARK BRINE
©2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)
MARK BRINE vocals, guitar • DENIS COLBY acoustic lead guitar • DAVID
RUSSELL fiddle/violin • JOHN OWNBY standup bass
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I wish … I could write … a song FOR KARRIE •
One that would win her love for me •
'Cause, for Karrie I would give my soul •
'N tho that cliche might be overused 'n old •
It's just so true … of what I feel … for Karrie
If I could only put in notes … what I feel … for Karrie •
'N find the choicest lyrics 'n word them perfectly •
'N place them just so right •
None that seem the slightest trite •
Oh, how I wish … I could write a masterpiece … for Karrie
Chorus:
for Karrie is my every girl
My one 'n only true love in this world
But, she doesn't know
What I truly feel in me
She thinks I'm just another fool in love
With her natural, pure femininity
But, it's so much more than that
That makes me yearn … for Karrie
If I could serenade … like Romeo … beneath her window •
A romantic piece I'd composed 'n maybe win her •
But, my poetry's so weak … it'd need be so unique •
To be like some knight … in shining armour … for Karrie
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Mae West Momma
Words and Music by MARK BRINE
© 2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)
MARK BRINE - vocals, guitar DAVID RUSSELL - violin DENIS COLBY - lead guitar KEEVE BRINE - rhythm guitar JOHN OWNBY - standup bass RICK LONOW - drums
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Got me a MAE WEST MOMMA
She looks like that movie star
Got me a Mae West Momma
She acts like that movie star
She got a birthmark on her cheek
And her elbow on the bar
She got a frontside that don't quit
A backside that don't fit
She's always cussin' anybody
That gives her any lip
My Mae West Momma
Man, that Momma's fine
If you don't treat her with respect
Lawd-oh-Lawd, she'll slap ya blind
She's stoppin' traffic on the street
All them cats give up their seats
Just like a fryin' pan on feet,
Whenever she turns on the heat
My Mae West Momma
Shoot, that gal is sweet
She's a sight for my sore-eyeball
Whenever hers, and my lids meet
She hangs down the casino
Sometimes from a chandelier
She got arrested for assault
She bit the sergeant on the ear
She knows a buncha good half Nelson's
Man, that gal is mean
She's my Mae West Momma
And she can handle any scene
She's got a mink that don't stop growin'
A credit card at Saks
Diamonds and big hairdo's
There ain't nothin' my gal lacks
My Mae West Momma
Lawd, that gal is cool
She waves a fan made in Japan
And she ain't anybody's fool
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Baby, You Move Me
Words and Music by MARK BRINE
© 2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)
MARK BRINE - vocals, guitar DAVID RUSSELL - violin DENIS COLBY - lead guitar JOHN OWNBY - standup bass
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Lookin' like a snake, you wiggle in •
Baby, get so excited, I just don't know where t' begin •
You got that black dress on, 'n it's so sleek 'n you're so slick 'n baby, oouuu •
Hey, baby doll let's stay right here 'n get a word 'n get this straight between me 'n you 'cause, BABY …
Chorus:
YOU MOVE ME … oouuu, you do
You move me 'n I can feel it shake
Just like an earthquake 'bove my feet
Ya, baby you move me
Sizzlin' hot property, baby, that's you •
I know my lady, when I see her 'n I do •
You got more goin' for you than most women ever dream of •
Yes, whatever you are needin' be sure I'll do my best t' see ya through 'cause …
What's a man like me supposed t' do •
As lucky as I am, t' have me a lady like you •
I just can't help it, can't control it •
Wanna hold it back but baby doll, can't do •
So let me express it to you, darlin' 'cause •
I swear it's gonna satisfy ya, too … yes, baby
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Stephen
Words and Music by MARK BRINE
© 2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)
MARK BRINE - vocals, guitar DAVID RUSSELL - violin DENIS COLBY - lead guitar JOHN OWNBY - standup bass RICK LONOW - drums
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Those days we spent in Chinatown
Becoming friends again
Fate brought us together, once more
That we might speak of then
Yes, our early years in Cambridge
When we longed for nothing less than
How the future would unfold
When we would finally leave the nest
… oh … oh … oh
Chorus:
STEPHEN … my childhood friend
(2. old) (3. life-long)
If I could just see you again
… oh … oh
(Who can foresee the ends)
Stephen …
I took South to search it out
You went to Broadway
I wrote songs about the past
Your film retold those days
Was it all so sacred to us?
Yes, it truly must have been
For I still find myself returning
'N peeking back now 'n then
… oh … oh … oh …
How much we shared as Brothers
In our music and love for art
And that last time that I saw you
Still darkly warms my heart …
Yes … never to be forgotten
Like when we spoke of it all back then
In those days we spent in Chinatown …
Becoming friends again
… oh … oh … oh
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Once A Soldier (Always A Hero)
Words and Music by EDDIE RUSSELL
© 2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)
MARK BRINE - vocals, guitar DAVID RUSSELL - violin DENIS COLBY - lead guitar JOHN OWNBY - standup bass RICK LONOW - drums
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You know who you are
I don't have to say your name
But I would like to thank you
For the sacrifice you made
A pair of combat boots
In a closet tucked away
Is all that you have left
For the price you had to pay
Chorus:
ONCE A SOLDIER ALWAYS A HERO
Every man and woman
Who fought for Uncle Sam
Deserves a golden medal
And a pedestal on high
For those of you still living
And for those who had to die
Once a Soldier always a hero
Yes I would like to thank you
From the bottom of my heart
I don't believe in war
But the war you didn't start
You only did your duty
Your patriotic call
America's true hero
And I thank you one and all
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Even Blind Faith Has To See
Words and Music by MARK BRINE
© 2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)
MARK BRINE - vocals, guitar DAVID RUSSELL - violin DENIS COLBY - lead guitar JOHN OWNBY - standup bass RICK LONOW - drums
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Girl, you're always leadin' me on
What you're wantin' me to do
Is follow with my eyes closed
But, I can't help doubtin' you
'Cause, I've given you just every chance
But the way it looks to me
Is the time has come for provin'
'Cause EVEN BLIND FAITH HAS TO SEE
Chorus:
Yes, even blind faith has to see
The dawn of hope … eventually
Every highway leads some place
Somebody wants to be
So don't ask me to follow
'Cause, somethin' keeps on tellin' me
That words are only words
And even blind faith has to see
Your sensuous moves
And your quicksand eyes
I'll admit, they turn me on
But, every night my loneliness
Reminds me I was wrong
If this is just some ego thing
And ya think the wool's pulled over me
Well, baby that just don't get it
'Cause even blind faith has to see
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You Ain't Feelin' With A Full Deck
Words and Music by MARK BRINE
© 2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)
MARK BRINE - vocals, guitar DAVID RUSSELL - violin DENIS COLBY - lead guitar JOHN OWNBY - standup bass
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Got a feelin' in my heart that
YOU AIN'T FEELIN' WITH A FULL DECK
The way you keep me hangin' on
Just what else do you expect
You ain't been givin' all the way
'N I can feel your cold neglect
And it hurts t' say it baby but
You ain't feelin' with a full deck
Chorus:
You ain't feelin' with a full deck
You ain't been doin' your good man right
Ain't feelin' with a full deck
When you deal your cards at night
You been puttin' your doin' off
Ain't been checkin' up on what you should check
'N baby I just can't help but think …
You ain't feelin' with a full deck
Every night it's just the same
I lay 'n count the ceiling cracks
While you are fast asleep 'n dreamin'
It's hard to talk to someone's back
'N it just don't seem to get no better
More 'n more it’s takin' effect
'N day t' day, I'm more convinced
That you ain't feelin' with a full deck
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Blue Roses
Words and Music by MARK BRINE
© 2003 Dream City Music (BMI)
MARK BRINE - vocals, guitar DAVID RUSSELL - violin DENIS COLBY - lead guitar JOHN OWNBY - standup bass RICK LONOW - drums
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Mr. Florist … could you fill an order
That, I know, might sound strange
But I'd like to send them to the lady
That used to wear my name
BLUE ROSES if ya have them
Might express the way I feel
'Cause, even tho, it's been some time
My love for her's still real
Chorus:
Blue Roses and a note that says
Je t'aime pour la vie
'Cause, she might think I'm over her
but that's just never gonna be
And even if it's too late
I'd still like to send them along
So, she'll know I'm really sorry
That I treated her so wrong
There always was a special place
For roses in her heart
And, I was like that too, once
But, now we're worlds apart
And I know, now what she meant to me
I was just too blind to see
But, it's better late than never
And, there might still be time, so please
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8th Grade Romance ( … And They Danced)
Words and Music by MARK BRINE
MARK BRINE vocals, guitar • DENIS COLBY electric lead guitar • DAVID
RUSSELL fiddle/violin • JOHN OWNBY
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8th GRADE ROMANCE at the Friday Night Dance •
The boys in one corner 'n the girls in the other •
Then I seen her come in … in her plaid dress so trim •
Angelic white blouse, her girlfriends gathered about •
Petite with silk hair … all I could do was stare •
At her charismatic smile … time stopped for a while •
Then, the lover boys darted … even me I started •
Till my shyness took hold 'n I just stood there cold …
Chorus: (in waltz time)
AND THEY DANCED … and they danced …
And they danced … and they danced
Each one of them wishin' he could be
The boy t' walk her home …
T' call her his own …
Yeah, every one except me …
No, I (2. they) just stood there watchin'
Too afraid t' take a chance
As they danced … and they danced …
And they danced
Out of the boy's room … her out 'a the girl's room •
"Hello there" she said … I turned my head •
Embarrassed a bit … she overlooked it •
Said "I couldn't help notice you when I came in" •
I said "Me, too" •
"Was hopin' you'd ask me t' dance but you passed me" •
I explained I felt shy … •
She said "That's the very reason why" •
She'd been taken to me 'n I came then t' see •
That sometimes what we hide •
Is really all the while on our side •
'N if ya think I was surprised •
Well, ya should'a seen the eyes •
Of all 'a my friends when the new couple came in …
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Back Roads
Words and Music by MARK BRINE
© 2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)
MARK BRINE - vocals, guitar LINDA JOSEPH - violin JEFF PITCHER - lead guitar JOHN OWNBY - standup bass RICK LONOW - drums
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I wandered down the BACK ROADS last nite •
Deep into the sleeping hands of time •
Back to the home that we once knew •
And I saw a fleeting glimpse (there) of you in your school uniform •
With your long blonde hair 'n that tie you used to wear •
And we were pals once again in those few short moments lost in space •
And I remember feeling so overwhelmed at simply seein' your little face •
And I ran my hand across your head (for good luck) like I always used t' do way back then •
As you showed me your drawing of a truck and in that moment, the dream came to an end
Chorus
Back roads - back roads
Down the back roads of time
(2. Down the back roads in time)
Back roads - back roads
Down the back roads of my (2. your) mind
2. It’s sad how the paths of life just stray •
Fathers and sons how they go their separate ways •
Yes, I realize its all the Master's plan •
He molds you in His hands you've become a full grown man •
But I only hope that one day in your travels •
No matter where the road may go 'n how the tale unravels •
Yes, somewhere when you stop to look behind you'll know •
I'll always be there down the back roads of your mind
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Always Open Arms
Words and Music by MARK BRINE
© 2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)
MARK BRINE - vocals, guitar DAVID RUSSELL - violin DENIS COLBY - lead guitar JOHN OWNBY - standup bass RICK LONOW - drums
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Where do I go when the wind blows bitter cold •
To where it's always peaceful, warm
and I’m always free from harm •
Yes, where is there always
the truest love found waiting •
When there's none left, in the world
and it's so unsettled and uncalm
Chorus:
Your ALWAYS OPEN ARMS
(2. Lord, your …)
Yes, your forever out-stretched arms
You're my port in every storm
When I'm injured, hurt 'n torn
Where do I return
Yes, where do I always turn …
To your always open arms
Where is my strength
when I'm all, but, beaten down • And crushed
just like a flower in the world's cruel, gripping palm •
Yes, where is there the magic
and the cure-all for my ails •
Where is all the love, I'll ever need …
In your always open arms
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Fly Away
Words and Music by MARK BRINE
© 2003 Mark Brine Music (BMI)
MARK BRINE - vocals, guitar LINDA JOSEPH - violin, viola JEFF PITCHER - lead guitar JOHN OWNBY - standup bass ART LABRIOLA - piano
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The mist above the graveyard
Looked like freedom reaching up
Caressing the early darkened sky
And I felt a part of me let go
And it felt so good to feel
My spirit fly - FLY AWAY
Fly - away
From all the madness
And sadness of this world
The never-ending wars
Of pig-piles, groping, twisting
Tanglin', fightin' for the pie and yet
Still always wantin' more - no,
Fly - away, fly - away
Bridge:
Fly - away
Fly - away
The seed is placed deep in the dirt
Or else it cannot bloom
Still the flower just takes so very long
To come up thru the filthy earth
And reach out towards the sun
Like as if, to fly - away
Yes, to fly away
Shedding of its seed and self
Upon the tilled earth's surface bare
Yes, it’s all the Gardener's plan
To pick his special roses
For His mansion in the air -
and in the air, we
Fly - away
Fly – away
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"Since migrating from Cambridge,
Mass to Nashville some three decades ago, Mark Brine has carved out a strong
reputation as an uncompromising traditionalist on the country music scene which
has made him one of the elder statesmen of Americana."
-- Shaun Dale, Cosmik Debris Magazine
"I could listen to him sing
all night long he does a good job that boy does."
-- Roy Acuff, Ernest Tubb Midnight Jamboree
"A fine young man who I think
has a great future."
-- Hank Snow,
Grand Ole Opry
"Brine could easily have been added to the cast of 'O
Brother, Where Art Thou' without raising an eyebrow. He belongs
to that group of artists whose individuality and quirkiness consign
them to the periphery of what's commercially viable. But God bless
him for not just being another cog in the musical wheel."
-- James McSweeney, Flyin Shoes
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"Brine writes wonderful story songs about ordinary people
and ordinary places. To tell these stories, Mark has a voice that is
as comfortable as a favourite coat."
-- Pete Smith, Country Music Round Up
"I think what makes Mark Brine such
a gifted songwriter/storyteller is the fact that he seems to be such an
obvious fan of many genres of music. He's someone who is like a sponge
when it comes to reintegrating influences into his own work."
-- Gail Worley,
Ink 19
"His career has pursued the path of a truly independent artist -
someone who follows his soul and does things his own way his ability
to write and produce has made his name synonymous with quality."
-- Doug Floyd, AltCountryTab.com
©2004 Mark Brine Music. All rights reserved.
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