Featuring Angie Yates (Backing vocals)

Beautiful child, but you can't see
the fear inside you grew
all they could say, when you ran away
is “what’s the matter ....with you?”

Tears still flow
down a drain with nowhere to go
I want everyone to see
you’re beautifully Broken
to me

and you’re different now, but I don’t care
I love you as you are
you feel the things that no one sees
you are a reservoir

Tears still flow
down a drain with nowhere to go
I want everyone to see
you’re beautifully Broken
to me

and what lies ahead we just don’t know
were healing just the same
these raging wars inside our heads
still find a kindred flame

Tears still flow
down a drain with nowhere to go
I want everyone to see
you’re beautifully Broken 
to me

www.jasonmarkyates.com

Beautifully Broken (Acoustic version) © 2022

Whore Crimes

i didn't know what was going on 
in the summer of 72
I was only 5 years old
how could I have a clue
I'd never heard the N word
until someone called me one 
I just thought that my good friends 
were deeply colored by the sun from playing outside too long
I'm just poor white trash from Lebanon

yes I've been around the world now 
seen quite a many things
but I was running from the brokenness 
that little town can bring
you see, I was never popular
was made fun of all the time 
just because my father left 
and we didn't have a dime
we were poor white trash in Lebanon

well, I ran so far and I ran so fast 
that I found myself alone
now I'm dealing with the aftermath
of never staying home
I had to chase these dreams of mine 
try to catch them before I die 
now I really miss my family
and I'm running out of time 
and I'm a long , long way from Lebanon

so please tell my mom I love her
I think of her every day
and that I'm sorry if I failed her
in any kind of way
I know now that she did her best 
raising four kids on her own
and I still have nothing to show
for anything I've done 
I'm still poor white trash from Lebanon

I'm longing for July to come
I hope I can make it down
and talk to some old friends of mine
in that forgotten town
I'll shake their hands or hug their necks
tell them where I've been
buy them all a round of beer 
while we sit and reminisce
about childhood days in Lebanon

Lebanon

This track is from the album Beautiful and is available for purchase on CD Baby here: http://www.cdbaby.com/cd/markallanjensen

These Unwanted Songs

I Don't Know

All I'm Seeing Now

Did you think I didn't notice
that you've been last all of your life? 
Did you think that I disowned you?
with all those tears you've cried? 
How could I look away
when you're feeling second place? 

Don't you know you're my creation
I formed you with my hands
so you may not rule over kingdoms
or even castles made with sand
but you're mine, and I know your name

so you may not be playing baseball
or be some actor on tv
but I've called you my beloved
so you're famous to me 
now how could I look away
when you're feeling second place? 

don't you know you're my creation
I formed you with my hands
so you may not rule over kingdoms
or even castles made with sand
but you're mine
and I know your name

I picked you up 
dusted you off
looked in your face and in your heart
took your shame
cleansed your sin
and I called you my chosen
so will you play
will you play? 
will you play for me? 
Will you play for me? 

don't you know you're my creation
I formed you with my hands
so you may not rule over kingdoms
or even castles made with sand
but you're mine
and I know your name
I know your name
you're not second place
no , you're not second place
'cause I know your name.

You're Not Second Place

I don't want to write no sad songs
'cause I never want to feel you leave
and I never want to see you crying over me

You know how much I love you
if you leave me , I would die
there'd be no goodbye songs written
'cause dead men can't write
you're like a ray of sunlight
shining down on a city street
you bring such beauty to anyone, 
or anything you meet

so I don't want to write no sad songs
'cause I never want to feel you leave
and I never want to see you crying 
over me

your heart is my heart
your soul is my soul
your breath is my breath
if you leave me , where would I go? 
I could said a thousand oceans
I could circle the globe
I could climb the highest mountain
and I would never find your love

so I don't want to write no sad songs
'cause I never want to feel you leave
and I never want to see you crying 
over me

no I don't want to write no sad songs,
I don't want to write no sad songs
I don't want to write no sad songs about you
not about you
never about you

Written, performed and produced by Mark Allan Jensen aka Jack Slade

No Sad Songs

I've seen blue skies 
and i've seen grey
i've known love and hurt
ate my share of dirt along the way
getting here to you
i've seem palm trees
and oceans, green
you know, I think I might have seen
just about everything
getting here to you

I don't think I've ever seen
something this beautiful
in all the places I have been
there was nothing this beautiful
i've seen sunsets that would blow your mind
but they weren't as beautiful
as the love that I have found 
with you, beautiful

I walked two blocks in Paris, France
spent time in Deutschland and I learned to dance
along the way
getting here to you
I've seen Aruba and it's Natural Pool
I've played a wise man and I've been a fool 
along the way
getting here to you

I don't think I've ever seen
something this beautiful
in all the places I have been
there was nothing this beautiful
i've seen sunsets that would blow your mind
but they weren't as beautiful
as the love that I have found 
with you, beautiful

and I don't think I've ever felt 
something this beautiful 
when she hugs me I just melt 
she's so damn beautiful
I've tried things that made me high
but it wasn't as beautiful
as the apple of my eye
she's so damn beautiful
she's so damn beautiful
she's so damn beautiful
she's so damn beautiful

Beautiful

I wrote this song after a break up with a girl who laughed when I told her that my little shi tzu dog was attacked by 3 bigger dogs.... she always thought so highly of herself, that no one could think higher. Enjoy

Country Breakup Song

I was born.. and 53 years later, I still don't know why.  My father left us when I was a year and a half old. We moved. We were poorer than most; I remember that... I remember never having a good pair of shoes until I was 17 and was sent into the Army. I remember being made fun of because of my poverty that I had no control over.  I remember being different, and being told by my own mother, 'I wished you'd never been born." I remember my alcoholic uncle staggering out of my grandmother's trailer when I was 13 years old, walking toward me as fast as he could with a long stick in his hand and throwing it against the shed that my grandfather built before punching me in the mouth, knocking me down, putting both knees on my shoulders and bloodying both sides of my eyes.  I remember longing for freedom from the ugliness that surrounded me.  I remember running to the military for escape when I was 17. I remember learning how to play guitar in the Army.  I also remember a lot of other really bad shit from the time I was a year and a half old until I was 17 and I remember a whole lot of good and bad shit since then. 

In 1999, I tried to take my own life.  That event spiraled me into about 4 years of being under the scope of psychiatrists and other people in that sort of profession who only pretend to care about you if you can pay them to. I endured shock treatments, tons of medications, and being locked in places with extremely crazy people. The struggle to climb out of that hole has been real since then.  As I write this now, it is the worst year that I , or anyone else has ever seen in the world... 2020, and I'm still trying to find my purpose in life. 

My music is essentially my bio.... I don't write songs to impress people.... I write songs because a songwriter is who I am... it's who I was born to be...I wrote my first melody to the "Golden Rule" when I was 7.  I was born to be a poet , but I'm not allowed to be in this world. In this world I have to unclog toilets, breathe in harmful mold spores and harmful vapors from paints.... I have to break my fingernails that I use to pick my guitar.  I have to bruise the hand that I use to chord on a guitar.  Why? Because people who were born to build; they have friends who blow smoke up their asses and tell them that they are great musicians...so they draw a crowd and get paid gigs while people like me and many others are forced to do their jobs so we can eat . 

I'm not the "premier" anything.... I'm just a guy with a guitar writing songs about a life that only I will ever care about..... you can download my music for free if you want, and if you don't like what you hear...  I'll give you your money back . 

 

 At age 17, his mother signed him into the Army. It was during his time in AIT that he discovered the guitar and hasn't put it down since. 

Over the years , Mark Jensen has received some songwriting awards, and was given an honorable mention for his song "This Crazy Life" at SongoftheYear.com in 2010.


Mark now resides near the Twin Cities in Minnesota and spends as much time as he can in his home studio either composing on piano or producing better tracks to his songs which are numbered in the 100's.

Beautiful

Mark Allan Jensen

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