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​DIVE IN THE RIVER (MARK ANTHONY BURKE)
When the rain slows to an old prayer,
I drift the torn sky alone,
come back to climb your stairs,
come to believe in what we’ve done.
Burn me with your quiet stares,
do the stars to me and I’ll show
where a man goes to live
when he’s been alone too long.


Listen to Songs
Songs From a Life CD


​​Over this past year Mark Anthony Burke has been writing and recording songs and is pleased to release his debut collection called “ Songs From A Life”.  It is a captivating group of original love songs, Americana, alternative country, straight up R&B and unique story songs. His singing has been called “ deep and wonderful” with a “ rich amazing voice” by listeners, music critics and music website curators in the United States, Canada and Europe.

Critics have referred to Mark Anthony Burke as a “ great songwriter ”, that his songs have “ great visuals, rich narratives” and “ stunning lyrics”.

All the songs on the album are available to listen or purchase on Amazon, Spotify, YouTube, Pandora and many other music websites.

Here’s some songs from his new release:


BRAVE AS YOU
MARK ANTHONY BURKE
Teach me your short words again
those nights we did the tender sin,
shared the ice and roses time,
sang the songs hands play on skin.
Call to me so I can find you.
I’ve been lost and turned away from the moon
but I promise you now to be as brave as you.
Bless me slowly with your hands,
open my sad old heart.
I want to do with you what
the moon does with the night.
I see the chances that remain,
this man can learn to love again,
my beggar’s heart tied to yours
for whatever the fates may bring.
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DANNY
​MARK ANTHONY BURKE
Early morning walking off the ghosts of my night,
met him near the fountain,
told me how his daughter died
eight years ago in a fire, nothing he could do, how long the night is
when there’s no one to forgive you.
Folks gone too soon
I did the work that breaks a man
but his dream stains every night,
smoke so bad he lost her hand.
Circling-the-streets of his cage
wired to whiskey not time,
how do we ever find our way
each a prisoner with no crime?
Danny you’re the one no-one ever believes,
the man with a shadow when the sun doesn’t shine,
every day you learn there’ll never be another time.
Danny your cage is two heartaches past mine.
He picks apples in the fall,
works fish boats in the spring,
breaks apart every time he hears a siren ring.
We drift the past and wonder
what if we’d obeyed,
tell the dark or whatever god
might listen all we’d trade.
All I’d lost came flooding,
knocked me over like a wave
and I thought of how we carry
the weight of all our shame,
how the burn scars on his hands
start the fire every night,
how his story made me forget
the broken bones in mine.

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PIECES IN A BOX
​MARK ANTHONY BURKE
Coals are dark but they’re still warm,
how you’d say my name like a prayer,
your eyes that brought the storm,
turned ice to water with just a stare.
I’ll save those pieces in a box,
your grace of lips, your soldiers walk,
those nights I’d find you waiting,
when you’d leave your door unlocked.
I’ll save those pieces in a box.
Where’re you now my old friend,
who talks to you at night
and if we never speak again,
remember how we pledged for life.
Where’s the love we swore would last?
Blood promise dried to a stain.
Does it wither like winter grass,
bloom to be given again?

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SAY HELLO
​MARK ANTHONY BURKE
I found an old strand of your hair
and it opened the tale we once told of our love.
There is no box to hold all the pictures,
the prairies we flew where the sky is god.
I miss your sky. Say hello for me.
Does the flicker still come and tap on your roof
​the way he’d do when we’d lay on your bed
as the sun shone through the skylight
painting our bodies with the light and his shadow.
I miss your shadow. Say hello for me.
Like an emerald in my pocket, I carry the day
we rolled the grasses flat
when you called me to you
In a whisper I ached to obey.
The grocery bag was too small
for your bathrobe and slippers,
the grassland of our years.
Where did you put our river,
the field where we saw a fox race the wind?
I miss your fields. Say hello for me.

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