Mark Wilkinson - Middle Ground

Blinding Lights

seasons

the night we met

seasons (acoustic)

what we were

The screen door slams, Mary's dress sways 
Like a vision dancing across the porch as the radio plays 
Roy Orbison singing for the lonely Hey, that's me, and I want you only 
Don't turn me home again I just can't face myself alone again 
    
Don't step inside, 'cause you know just what I'm here for 
I know that you're scared thinking maybe we ain't that young anymore 
Show a little faith, there's magic in the night we ain't a beauty, 
but that's alright, oh and that's alright with me

You can hide 'neath your covers and study your pain 
Make crosses from your lovers, throw roses in the rain 
Waste your summer praying in vain For a saviour to rise from these streets 
Well now, I'm no hero, that's understood 
All the redemption I can offer, girl, is beneath this dirty hood 
With a chance to make it good somehow Hey what else can we do now? 

Except roll down the window And let the wind blow back your hair 
Well the night's busting open These two lanes will take us anywhere 
We got one last chance to make it real To trade in these wings on some wheels 
Climb in back, heaven's waiting down on the tracks 

Oh-oh come take my hand We're riding out together case the promised land 
Oh-oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road 
Lying out there like a killer in the sun Hey, I know it's late, we can make it if we run 
Oh, Thunder Road, sit tight, take hold Thunder Road 

Show a little faith, there's magic in the night we ain't a beauty, 
but that's alright, that's alright I'm in
'Cause it's a town full of losers and I'm pulling out of here to win

Words and music by Bruce Springsteen

Thunder Road

Touch of your soul

Still

Say Something

I Don't Care To Dance - J.E. Sunde (Cover)

There was once a renowned Italian Renaissance sculptor who was asked by a bishop viewing one of his pieces how he had known there was such a beautiful lion contained within that massive, misshapen piece of stone he'd been given ? The artist replied that he simply knocked off everything that didn't look like a lion... I love this metaphor, as I believe it says all you need to know about the learning curve of life. In order to acheive our creative and worldly ambitions we have no choice but to keep relentlessly banging away a little each day (“no, not like that, that’s not a lion…no, that’s not a lion either…) until at some point, by default of the thing you are making being a little closer to representing what it is you were trying to express than it was the day before, you actually might find yourself one day with something of real artistic merit in your hands. I think I have spent my life being so blown away by the art and music of others - all those damn beautiful lions out there - how could I not be tempted to spend a little time whilst on this mortal coil banging a few rocks together myself on the off-chance there might be some plausible lion of my own out there waiting to be revealed ?  I hope you like the songs, and thanks for passing by. A.George Sinclair

Thunder Road

A.George Sinclair

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