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Late Night Sunday Drive
03:47
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Late Night Sunday Drive
(words & music Markus Rill)
My heart is where my family is
I’m hardly ever home
I work five hours away
we sure need the dough
My daughter’s barely two years old
she knows to say “Daddy’s leaving for work”
just about breaks my heart each time
but I smile right through the hurt
I’m happy I’m a workin’ man
I don’t much mind the grind
I’m happy for the time I get
holding my baby tight
but I hate every single mile
of that long dark late night Sunday drive
Food and rent and baby clothes
responsibility
Jobs are few in times like these
so I guess we’re lucky
Lucky I’m a workin’ man
I don’t much mind the grind
I’m happy for the time I get
making my daughter smile
but I hate every single mile
of that long dark late night Sunday drive
I’m not a miner in a mountain
don’t work no factory line
it’s not my body that is suffering
but my babies and I, we all got hearts and souls and minds
We’re happy I’m a workin’ man
I don’t much mind the grind
I’m happy for the time I get
with my daughter and my wife
but I hate every single mile
of that long dark late night Sunday drive
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Only Fairytales
04:11
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Only Fairytales
(words & music Markus Rill)
Do you remember Bobby Fischer?
He was the champion of the world
Do you remember Bobby Fischer
a brilliant mind, once upon a time
This life can break even the best ones
it can’t be outsmarted and it can’t be outrun
and it can’t be figured out
until the longest day is done
Do you remember Ernest Hemingway?
Bullfights and fish, war and an iceberg
Do you remember Ernest Hemingway
so strong and wild, once upon a time
Why must fate be such a fickle thing
oh what it can take away and, oh boy, what it can bring
no one knows what it might mean
but it changes only everything
Do you still recall Bill Haley?
The first king of rock’n’roll
Do you still recall Bill Haley
his comet burned so bright, once upon a time
Every fairytale I’ve ever heard
they ended happy ever after
but that was once upon a time
and those were only fairytales
Remember John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Gave a lotta folks a lotta hope
Remember John Fitzgerald Kennedy
he let in a little light, once upon a time
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The Hardest Thing To See
03:29
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The Hardest Thing To See
(Markus Rill)
When I think about what I’ve done
and what I’m liable to do
don’t amount to nothing much
except for loving you
except for loving you
So I try to write a song
I try to write it true
might not mean nothing to no-one
but I hope that it gets through to you
sure hope that it gets through to you
Cause you’re the one who knows me
you’re the one who sees something in me
even when I’m on my knees
must be the hardest thing to see
I finally gave up smokin’
then I picked it up again
it don’t feel like nothing’s changin’
don’t look like nothing stays the same
nothing’s changing and yet nothing stays the same
But you’re the one who knows me
you’re the one who sees something in me
even when I’m on my knees
must be the hardest thing to see
I know all about going wrong
and I know about regret
I may be getting tired
but I might get lucky yet
I just might get lucky yet
I dream an open highway
I dream of being free
only you and me
a thousand possibilities
yeah, but they’re the hardest thing to see
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Brand New Moon
04:05
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Brand New Moon
(Markus Rill)
The moon was hanging in the sky
like a lighthouse for the stars
shining full and shining bright
when I gave you my heart
Now it’s out again tonight
reminding me of you
you’ve been gone now for awhile
why ain’t the moon blue?
Everybody’s telling me I’ll be getting over you
but I know all I really need
is a brand new moon, a brand new moon
I just hope it comes soon
this brand new moon
I can’t help but see the moon when it’s casting its pale light
I can’t help but still feel you deep inside
I know just what causes every ebb and tide
and I know just what’s causing me to cry
Everybody’s telling me I’ll be getting over you
but I know all I really need
is a brand new moon, a brand new moon
I just hope it comes soon
this brand new moon
I know the moon is not to blame
but I despise it just the same
showing up here as if nothing is changed
might as well be whispering your name
So when everybody’s telling me I will find somebody new
I know you’ll come back to me
with a brand new moon, a brand new moon
I just hope it comes soon
this brand new moon
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Drifting In And Out Of Sleep
(Markus Rill)
Drifting in and out of sleep
I hear my subconscious speak
but I can’t quite make out what it’s telling me
drifting in and out of sleep
I can slip into my dreams
and try to find out what they mean
just when I think I’ve found the key
I’m drifting in and out of sleep
‘tween memory and fantasy
that’s my favorite place to be
I’m seeing things I never thought I’d see
drifting in and out of sleep
Oh boy, it feels so real
when mother holds me so tenderly
a tear rolling down my cheek
as I drift in and out of sleep
‘tween memory and fantasy
that’s my favorite place to be
I’m seeing things I never thought I’d see
drifting in and out of sleep
I stroll through fields of green
Ingrid Bergman’s got a crush on me
well, I’m only twenty-three
drifting in and out of sleep
We’re having a jamboree
Hank and Woody, Townes and me
they’re the company that I keep
drifting in and out of sleep
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6. |
Sure Do Miss Her Now
03:47
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Sure Do Miss Her Now
(Markus Rill)
Today I read about an old flame hitting the big time
makes me feel like laughing, makes me feel like crying
she always was ornery and mean but I admit she could sing
she never was the one my world revolved around
but I sure do miss her now
I bet she’s going out to fancy parties now like we ain’t ever done
while I sit here nursing my beer, I bet she’s having fun
finding all kinds of things to enjoy and hanging out with other boys
she never was the one I thought I couldn’t live without
but I sure do miss her now
I never thought I had a jealous bone in my body
but maybe I do
I never believed that money could make you happy
but maybe it’s true
she never was all that cute but they make her look real pretty
on the magazine cover somehow
and I sure do niss her now
Today I read about an old flame hitting the big time
been so long I can’t recall when she last crossed my mind
I guess it’s only natural to wonder about if we could’ve maybe worked it out
she never was the one my world revolved around
she never was the one I thought I couldn’t live without
I’ll have forgotten all about her when tomorrow’s evening sun goes down
but I sure do miss her
I sure do miss her now
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Broken Puppet
02:59
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Broken Puppet
(Markus Rill)
I no longer felt the blacktop flying 'neath my feet
I could not feel the churning of the wheels
There was a puppet of St. Christopher lying in the street
next to you starin' empty-eyed at me
you starin' hollow-eyed at me
And the rain came pourin' down
it blurred my memory
wipers slappin' back and forth without a sound
and puppet of St. Christopher lyin' broken in the street
Your seat belt got unbuckled to reach for something in the back
I hit the brakes, I heard you scream, and the windshield crack
then all was quiet on the interstate, not a soul in sight
just that big rig lying wounded on its side
the big rig lying weary on its side
And the rain came pourin' down
it blurred my memory
wipers slappin' back and forth without a sound
and puppet of St. Christopher lyin' broken in the street
Tonight I drink more than I did then,
I drink so I don't remember
you and that puppet of St. Christopher
that little broken puppet of St Christopher
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The World’s Greatest Fool
(Markus Rill)
It’s been a long lonely time
it’s been a long lonely year
you are still on my mind
so now I’m back here
I didn’t know what I did
I had nowhere to go
I should never have split
now I know
Hold me now, girl
hold me close to you
hold me now, girl
I’ve been the world’s greatest fool
What a young heart don’t know
is what a young heart must learn
I’ve been letting you go
and I’ve been learning to yearn
Hold me now, girl
hold me close to you
hold me now, girl
I’ve been the world’s greatest fool
Hold me now, girl
and I swear I’ll be true
hold me now, girl
I’ve been the world’s greatest fool
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9. |
Jenny & Johnny
03:57
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Jenny & Johnny
(Tom Ripphahn, Markus Rill)
Jenny’s pushing forty looking younger than her age
she’s saved some dreams from being torn apart
She thinks of Johnny every now & then and finds it hard to gauge
jis hold on her heart
She never knew that love could come and go as quick as this
then again just how could she have known
all that’s left is the vague and fading memory of a kiss
and a couple postcards from the road
Heyho, Jenny used to rock’n’roll to soothe her soul
heyho now all she needs is a little shelter from the cold
all she needs is some shelter from the cold
Johnny was a boy who used to sing in local bands
she liked the way he cradled his guitar
she used to like the way he touched her body with his hands
in the shelter of the dark
Jenny always knew he was not the kinda guy to stick around
so she was not surprised
when he joined the band and got in the van and they pulled out of town
with what looked like a teardrop in his eye
Heyho, Jenny used to rock’n’roll to soothe her soul
heyho now all she needs is a little shelter from the cold
all she needs is some shelter from the cold
Now his deal’s run out and his luck’s run out and the years have done their part
not much to show for all this time
all that’s left is a broken chord and a picture of her face and her heart
in his mind
He thinks he just might look her up sometime
He thinks he just might look her up sometime
Heyho, he believes rock’n’roll to soothe his soul
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Sergeant Dad
02:52
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Sergeant Dad
(Markus Rill)
Joe Thompson was an Army man, Joe Thompson was my Dad
and he was about the hardest Sergeant anybody ever had
when he would come home at night, the uniform came off
but his tone would never change and his tone was never soft
I did my best to please him, yeah, but that was hard to do
I learned early on to fold my shirts and how to shine my shoes
his mood was often difficult, sometimes his mood was bad
Mama loved her G.I. Joe, I hated Sergeant Dad
He said I grew my hair too long, he did not like my style
did not believe in rock’n’roll or the changing of the times
he said “folks did what they had to do back in VietNam”
then he fulfilled his duties out there in the desert sand
I went AWOL to college and I learned to play guitar
he only got harder and he’d always been hard
don’t know why my Mama loved him or how he made her glad
I’d often wished I’d had a father but I knew only Sergeant Dad
The day that I turned 30, first time I saw my old man cry
Mom was in the hospital struggling hard to stay alive
standing by her bedside, he turned and took my hand
“I only wanted just the best for you, son, I hope you understand”
They’re bringing in the casket now and they draped it with a flag
loading up their rifles to shoot them for a man that’s dead
gestures meant to make my Mama proud when she is sad
I never will salute no one but I will mourn for my Dad
I never will salute no one but I will mourn for my Dad
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11. |
Even When I'm Blue
03:31
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words & music by Steve Earle
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12. |
Beautiful Baby
03:39
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Beautiful Baby
(Markus Rill/Andy Fite)
I woke up this morning at a quarter to three
before the rooster crows, my little baby screams
a bottle of milk is what she needs
and she makes it known even though she can't speak
oohwee, I can see, this time it's up to me
I haven't had a rest in the past few weeks
if I could take a nap I know I'd dream of sleep
my wife, she's got it even worse than me
after all, most the time it's up to her to feed
our girl, the little one who's running our whole world
She’s so cuddly & so cute
not a care in the world, not a whole lot of things to do
take a bite, take a nap, take a pee and take a poo
wreak a little havoc, cause a little destruction, too
she must be out to drive us crazy
the whole wide globe's most beautiful baby
Now she's learning to crawl and now it really starts
she knows to find things, hide things, tear stuff apart
where's my wallet, where's my glasses, my car key ring?
none of these things is where they've just been
oohwee, I can see the baby's wicked grin
So if you're thinking about kids, man, you better think twice
I don't know much but here's some advice
it's never too late to protet yourself
put all your fragile things on the highest shelf
ohoh, it'll save you some dough and your mental health
She’s so cuddly & so cute
not a care in the world, not a whole lot of things to do
wreck your house, wreck your car, disrupt your sex life, too
be a natural wonder to no one else but you
she must be out to drive us crazy
she's the whole wide globe's most beautiful baby
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Markus Rill München, Germany
»Songs that are beautifully shimmering with ambiguity - brilliant lyrics« - Rolling Stone"
"Rill shows great depth as a songwriter, bandleader and producer" - No Depression/USA
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