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| I'm Not Anyone • The Nashville Sessions Door Knob Records Recorded @ BRADLEY'S BARN & SOUND LAB STUDIOS · Nashville TN
Includes: I'm Not Anyone, Hello Lady, Its Me, Lord
Sellin' Preacher, Words, Comin' Home To Love, That's When You'll Want Me Back Again, How Come
We Can't Live Together, Mr. Marty, Dreams ('Nother One of Them Dreams), Point of No Return
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| I'm Not Anyone Words and Music by Thomas Wright ©Chip 'n Dale Music (ASCAP) MARK BRINE vocals RUSS HICKS steel guitar CLIFF PARKER lead guitar WILLIAM ACKERMAN drums DAVID OWENS bass guitar JERRY SMITH piano RealAudio (low q) || Lyrics Has anyone tried to make you feel again •
Or make you smile from the start •
Or whispered in your ear or dried your pretty tears •
Has anyone broken your heart
Chorus: So if anyone comes along for a spell then wish him well •
But, then wish him on his way for he'll only break your heart •
Tear it out part by part •
Despite what he ever stops to say
No I'm not anyone so we should never be apart •
No I'm not anyone and no one is the only one •
That won't break your heart •
Yes no one is the only one that won't break your heart
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That's When You'll Want Me Back Again Words and Music by Larry Martin © Door Knob Music (BMI) MARK BRINE vocals GENE & LINDA KENNEDY background vocals RUSS HICKS steel guitar CLIFF PARKER lead guitar WILLIAM ACKERMAN drums DAVID OWENS bass guitar JERRY SMITH piano RealAudio (low q) || Lyrics When you smile and it don't show what's in the mirror •
When your dreams don't seem to cure tomorrow's hurt •
And when the truth begins to hurt the taste of your sweet lips •
Yes, darlin' that's when you'll want me back again
When memories are all you have to dry your teardrops •
And when words are all that's left for your praying hands •
And when the flowers don't seem to leave their share of fragrance, anymore •
Yes, darlin' that's when you'll want me back again
When you smile and it don't show what's in the mirror •
When your dreams don't seem to cure tomorrow's hurt •
And when the truth begins to hurt the taste of your sweet lips •
Yes, darlin' that's when you'll want me back again
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| Hello Lady Words and Music by K & J Marsh © Lodestar Music (SESAC) MARK BRINE vocals BUDDY SPICHER fiddle PHIL BAUGH lead guitar CLIFF PARKER rhythm guitar WILLIAM ACKERMAN drums DAVID OWENS bass guitar JERRY SMITH piano BACKGROUND VOCALS Bob & Arlene Harden, Tom Brannon, Mary Fielder RealAudio (low q) || WindowsMedia (low q) || Lyrics Come on in and switch the lights off on the wall • I
don't really need to see your face at all • In the dark I can pretend
you're my woman, I'm you're man • And fool myself again into thinking
that I can • Call this more than another one night stand
Every night inside some bar room • I'm requesting all
the sad tunes • I might buy you just a drink or two • Then I might
softly whisper to you, to you Hello Lady, you look mighty fine to me • By your
style I see you're living fancy free • And you're not the kind
who'd ask questions of my past • Would you like to spend some time
to help me sip some of my wine
Come on in and switch the lights off on the wall • I
don't really need to see your face at all • In the dark I can pretend
you're my woman, I'm you're man • And fool myself again into thinking
that I can • Call this more than another one night stand
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How Come We Can't Live Together Words and Music by Mark Brine ©Chip 'n Dale Music (ASCAP) MARK BRINE vocals, guitars BOBBY YOUNG electric piano WILL TRAVIS bass guitar, background vocal RealAudio (low q) || WindowsMedia (low q) || Lyrics How come we can't live together under the same roof •
The way we get along so good now you'd think that it be proof •
But no we're always picking at each other, disagreeing all the time
How come we can't live together and try and get along this fine
My personal kept secrets even now I still tell you •
'Cause I know deep down I trust you more than anyone I ever knew •
Its like no matter where we are in this entire universe •
Our minds are so in tune but in the flesh it just won't work
So why don't you tell me …
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| Its Me Words and Music by Mark Brine & Gene Kennedy © Chip 'n Dale Music (ASCAP) MARK BRINE vocals GENE KENNEDY harmony vocals PHIL BAUGH lead guitar CLIFF PARKER rhythm guitar WILLIAM ACKERMAN drums DAVID OWENS bass guitar RealAudio (low q) || WindowsMedia (low q) || Lyrics And who left his home behind when you needed to feel free •
But who still misses you, who else, its me •
And when the others hold you in their arms and take and leave you heartlessly •
Who do you run to see, its me
Its me and its always gonna be me •
And some day when its too late you're gonna see •
That real love's more than touching, its caring, too •
And who's always cared for you, its me
When you're all wrapped up in yourself trying to be what you liked to be •
Who do you overlook, who do you think, its me •
And when you're broke and the money's gone •
And honey nothing in the world comes free
Who gives the shirt off his back, its me •
Yeah who looks after you, its me •
And who really loves you too, its me
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Mr. Marty Words and Music by Mark Brine ©Chip 'n Dale Music (ASCAP) MARK BRINE vocals, guitars RealAudio (low q) || WindowsMedia (low q) || Lyrics So I sat right down there with him and I introduced myself •
He said, "I'm Mr. Marty," I asked if I could help •
He told a summed up story of how he'd retired from the road •
'Cause once a trucker gets too old they gotta let him go
Look son, ain't she beautiful, a diesel coasted by •
If I was only young, a tear came to his eye •
Well me, I'd never drove a truck like Mr. Marty had •
Still knowing what it meant to him, I couldn't help feeling bad
'Cause you see a man has got to do the things •
That drive him to go on and old age shows no mercy •
If the lovin'-it's that strong •
It tempts you to your grave if times deserted you behind •
The same way that the passin' trucks haunt Mr. Marty's mind
Look son ain't she beautiful another truck went by •
If I was only young, a tear came to his eye •
Well me I'd never drove a truck like Mr. Marty had •
Still knowing what it meant to him, I couldn't help feeling sad
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| Lord Sellin' Preacher Words and Music by Mark Brine © Chip 'n Dale Music (ASCAP) MARK BRINE vocals, acoustic guitar GENE KENNEDY vocals KATHLEEN HOGUE background vocals WILLIAM ACKERMAN drums DAVID OWENS bass guitar JERRY SMITH piano RealAudio (low q) || WindowsMedia (low q) || Lyrics Convinced he'd be makin' his money's worth up the way •
With his God-fearin', hell-fire sermons •
Self-confident and casually and without a thought •
He turned the local, gospel radio station on
With the sun blarin' down on the windshield •
To the story-song of a down-troddened beggar •
One of his speeches came to mind on the evil's of wealth •
And all the money-hungry, greedy go-getters
So with his self-righteous tone, he began to recite it •
Out loud as if he were standin' right up there on stage •
Then, all of a sudden, the radio went blank •
And he stopped cold, and watched it, completely amazed
For like a miracle from it very audibly came •
"This is the voice of Jesus, your Lord •
Preacher, I'll appear to you in the city up ahead •
As reward for your spreadin' of my Word
I'll come to your room in the hotel and when I leave •
My footprints will remain outside of your door •
And after I'm gone, you'll cover them up with the truth •
Of your work and what it was really all for "
By now, the preacher had stopped his van by the road •
Completely baffled by the unexpected event •
And as the gospel music returned to the station •
He tried to analyze the puzzlin' message he'd been sent
Still a little uncertain but just proud to be of the chosen •
He smiled and stepped on the gas •
And sped down the highway with the zeal of a child •
Till he reached the city's downtown at last
For several days, he tried to go about his business •
While all the while he impatiently waited •
But as the week rolled along with still-no-sign of God •
He instead lost track of the visit he anticipated
Pictures of Jesus, phonograph albums •
And books he had written flowed like wine •
And, on the last night he was to stay there he returned to the hotel •
With just his suitcase of money on his mind
When he reached his room safely, he bolted the door •
And began counting the earnings he'd made •
With the gospel music station playin' in the background •
He totalled up the sums he'd been paid
Then he noticed that the song that was playin' •
Behind him on the radio was that very same one •
Yes, that same one about the beggar •
That he'd heard on the highway when the Lord's voice to him had come
Then, his thought was immediately interrrupted •
By the startling knock on the room's front door •
Was this gonna be the moment? Yes, it had to be the moment •
The big moment he'd so waited for
Rushing to answer it he pulled open the door •
To only find a shoe-less beggar in the most pitiful of clothes
"Mr. Preacher, Mr. Preacherman, please could you help •
I've no food or no home where I can go"
I listened to your sermon, I was there and I heard you •
Sayin' how the poor should be helped and those so in need •
Surely you must have some kind of assistance you could offer •
I've not even shoes on my feet 'n they're starting to bleed
The preacher just collected himself and moved further back •
But still in a position for blocking the door sayin' •
"Brother you have to believe in the Lord Jesus, He Helps and He saves •
If you just give what you can afford
Here, take my card, it has my post office box number •
Just send what you can and when you can •
And, I promise I'll pray for you, that's all I can do •
Have faith for the Saviour's at hand"
Then, he closed the door and the thought crossed his mind •
That maybe by staying the night he'd be thieved •
For if one beggar could get past the front doorman then why couldn't others •
It might be best if he'd pack and he'd leave
So he hurried and gathered his clothes and his suitcase •
And filled his arms that he might make it all in one trip •
For surely he couldn't leave the money in the room or in the van •
While he went back and forth loading it
Strugglin' his way and reachin' the door he fought with it •
Until it swung open just enough •
But as it did the suitcase of money fell free from his grip •
And out into the hall and openin' up
In fear that someone might see the scattered about money •
He dropped everything else and in a flash was down on his knees •
And dollar by dollar he slowly uncovered •
The image that remained of two bare, human feet
With a centered hole in the middle of each one of them •
Where the blood had seeped outward to the toe and to the heel •
Then it struck him with a violent echo in his brain •
The unexplainable part of the message had been revealed
"I'll come to your room in the hotel •
And when I leave my footprints will remain outside of your door •
And when I'm gone, you'll cover them up with the truth of your work •
And what it was really all for"
Yes he realized that the beggar who had been there only moments before •
Had really all the while been Jesus our Lord •
And blinded by greed instead of tryin' to help him •
Out of habit he had actually tried to sell the Lord to the Lord
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Dreams ('Nother One of Them Dreams) Words and Music by Mark Brine ©Chip 'n Dale Music (ASCAP) MARK BRINE vocals, guitar LINDA JOSEPH violins, background vocals RealAudio (low q) || WindowsMedia (low q) || Lyrics Chrous: Why, tell me why can't I let the past go by •
Instead of holding on to what we had •
Before you said goodbye but every time I try •
It's the same ole - ole reasons why each time I try
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| Words Words and Music by Barry, Robin & Maurice Gibb © Nemperor (BMI) MARK BRINE vocals RUSS HICKS steel guitar CLIFF PARKER lead guitar WILLIAM ACKERMAN drums DAVID OWENS bass guitar JERRY SMITH piano RealAudio (low q) || WindowsMedia (low q) || Lyrics Talk in everlasting words |
Point of No Return Words and Music by Mark Brine ©Chip 'n Dale Music (ASCAP) MARK BRINE vocals, guitars WILL TRAVIS bass guitar DOUG ATKINS drums KATHLEEN HOGUE background vocals YVONNE SHIPLEY background vocals RealAudio (low q) || WindowsMedia (low q) || Lyrics Chorus: Every day is filled with sorrow |
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| Comin' Home To Love Words and Music by Mark Brine © Chip 'n Dale Music (ASCAP) MARK BRINE vocals BUDDY SPICHER fiddle PHIL BAUGH lead guitar CLIFF PARKER rhythm guitar WILLIAM ACKERMAN drums DAVID OWENS bass guitar JERRY SMITH piano BACKGROUND VOCALS Bob & Arlene Harden, Tom Brannon, Mary Fielder RealAudio (low q) || WindowsMedia (low q) || Lyrics This feelin's lastin', its more than passion •
Been filled with tension but I'm relaxin' •
The warmth you show me is awful cozy •
It almost feels like I'm comin' home
Chorus: It seems so easy for you to please me •
Moving freely, giving completely •
Your smile is showin', my face is glowin' •
You make me feel like I'm coming home
Could it be I'm comin' home to love •
Could I be the one you're dreamin' of •
Tell me what you're thinkin' •
'Cause it might be what I'm feelin •
It just might be we're comin' home to love
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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 has made a long career of flying under the
folk/country radar for a long time and has picked up a bunch of awards and recognition just the same. A real Americana act, Brine fuses elements of all the stuff we've been listening to for years that you really can't compare to anything else that’s sure to really draw you under it's spell." -- Chris Spector, Midwest Record Recap "I think Mark Brine must be Americana's
best kept secret. A singer/songwriter for over thirty years, friend of the late and legendary
pioneer fiddlin' Sid Harkreader, 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 "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 "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 ©2004 Mark Brine Music. All rights reserved. |