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Love, You Are Too Late

A track written for a friend of mine (Tyrell) who lost his 16 year old brother, Renell, when he was brutally stabbed by a maniac at a bus stop, and my wife who has lost three of her brothers. I wish I could do more than write a song but I hope it gets over the feelings they give me and how I share in their losses. 

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When I Lost You

When the lights fade and the streets go quiet, the sax cries where words can’t. “No Light Tonight” is a smoky soul-blues confession — stripped to piano, sax, and drums, with a voice that carries both grit and tenderness. It’s haunting, heavy, and timeless, written for those late nights when love drifts away like haze in the dark.

No Light Tonight

A wounded prayer rising from the ashes of betrayal, forgiveness carved in soul and fire.

Prayin' For You

A cinematic, acoustic memoir of Southern twilight. Across 11 tracks, it weaves porchlight intimacy with gospel grit, blending Chicago blues, Motown warmth, and folk storytelling into a cohesive emotional arc.

Cotton Road Lullaby

Protect Me

This new version revisits one of my earliest songs a raw cry from the working class still caught in a rigged game. It’s the same story, but with sharper edges and clearer eyes. The struggle hasn’t changed, but neither has the spirit. We’re still standing, still hoping, and still refusing to fold.

[Verse 1]
Rising before dawn, chasing our fading dreams
Working jobs that barely pays enough for our needs
Just enough to bring us back each day
Each morning's light calls us to the fray

Have we become their machines, doing their dirty deeds?  
So they can play as we struggle to meet our needs.  
The self absorbed acquire more than one could ever need,  
While the working class suffers with broken knees.  

[Chorus]

it's so much harder these days to make ends meet
the daily grind beats us down and we feel defeat  
but we push though the struggles to pay our next meal 
hoping tomorrow will bring cherished dreams real

[Bridge]

The game is stacked, we're mere tokens on its board,  
Racing 'round the squares, as our dreams are ignored.  
Just to spend what we earn on another round played,  
Stuck in this loop, while our hopes slowly  fade. 

[Chorus]

it's so much harder these days to make ends meet,  
the daily grind beats us down and we feel defeat  
but we push though the hardships to pay our next meal 
hoping tomorrow will bring cherished dreams real

It's time for change, for balance to be found,  
Let the privileged understand the struggle all around.  
Tighten their belts, share some wealth with grace,  
So families can live secure, in their rightful place.  

[Chorus]

it's so much harder these days to make ends meet,  
the daily grind beats us down and we feel defeat  
but we push though the hardships to pay our next meal 
hoping tomorrow will bring cherished dreams real


[Outro]

A  more balanced structure we need, not just for now,  
To inspire us all to continue and take a bow.  
When fairness is given, and justice is true,  
The game will feel new, and hope will ensue.

Stuck in the Game  (The Working Man’s Cry)

If Only

Same Frequency

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A languid blues-soul ballad capturing the hazy, contented exhaustion after Thanksgiving feasting—full bellies, lingering regrets, and the warm pull of family memories, all wrapped in a slow, soulful melody that whispers of indulgence and inevitable return.

Post-Thanksgiving Coma

Guitarist, Composer, Lyricist, Producer, Engineer, Sound Design, Sound Mixing, Sound Sculpture, Sound for Film and Video, Sound Art Installation. I also play bass.

If Only

Mark Brunke

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