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Dedicated to the corporate minded who continue to drive the condition of humanity back to the stone age while lining their pockets with the blood of the labor force. 'n stuff.
mark walker dysfunctional
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Mark Walker's debut solo CD, DYSFUNCTIONAL ILLAUREATE, covers a wide range of mood and texture, touching on the hard & angst-ridden to the slow and ethereal. CD
Hey. So this is who I am and what I do: My name's Mark Walker. I write songs, sing and play them. Bass is my main instrument when playing out live, but I also include guitar & drums and some samples & loops for the recorded material. I started playing music as a kid when I lived in Portland, OR, and continued on up in Seattle, WA during the '90's and now I'm continuing here in New York City. Right now I perform as a solo artist, but I'm also looking to get a band together to play out live as well. Feel free to drop a line if you're a guitarist or drummer and want to hook up and play sometime.
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Genre
Alternative • Alternative General
Charts
Peak #64
Peak in subgenre #26
Author
Mark Walker
Rights
2004
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October 18, 2005
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MP3 3.9 MB • 320 kbps • 1:42
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This is the first song I ever wrote, music AND words. I had done tons of instrumentals before this song, but words are always the hardest thing for me to come up with.
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Wave The sun setting alone again in an unforgiving city of dark Not one but you to answer to the broken world you've torn apart It's not a question of if, but when, all the panic-stricken run to your door We're not here to beg you for shelter, We're here to make you pay for subscribing to the powers that be You find, you see Too bad that this gleaming page of your history will go unturned Forgiveness don't come easily; it's a hard, hard lesson you learn The taste of blood unmistakeable to you although you know it isn't your own So don't try to talk me out of believing what I see When it's lying here in front of me You find, you see
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