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M.H. Colburn.
Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
Now What You Want From Me? Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*MAIN*)I done did like you asked,
Now what you want from me,
You want me blushin red,
You want me to sea envious green,
Girl you got my heart beaten up black & blue,
And you just keep on doin like you do,
(*CHORUS*)You got me runnin & a swirling,
You got me sneak-in,
Got me hide-in & a freakin,
You got me run run swirl swirl sneak freak,
Now what you want from me,
A run-in a hide-in a swirl-in,
Sneak sneak creep creep crawl crawl freak freak,
Now what you want from me,
(*MAIN*)You must be searchin for something me too,
I done did like you asked,
In the mean time I'm beaten black & blue, Now what you want me to do...
(MUSIC)C-G-C-G-FF-GG-C repeat till your blue...
Dazed by Meridian Mississippi! Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*MAIN*)What happened to those golden dayze,
In Meridian Mississippi, Now it's all a blues haze,
Everything lied dead a head for me,
All the trouble I found was too cool,
Meridian Mississippi was my kind of town,
(*CHORUS*)Happy daze in meridian Mississippi, Frito lays in ole Miss,
The girls of summer in Meridian Missisippi,
(*MAIN*)Swimmin races in Meridian Mississippi,
Skinny dippin places in Meridian Mississipi,
The world was my oyster in ole Miss,
The Admirals daughter lays the backdoor at the Admirals house,
Ten speedin down the highways & ole Mer Miss,
Them dayze was golden in Meridian Mississippi,
(*CHORUS*)Happy daze in Meridian Mississippi, Frito lays with ole Miss,
Those girls of summer in Meridian Mississippi,
Hoo-yahs to My Mer maids in Mississippi...
Samsonite Luggage Full Of Blues! Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*MAIN*)C-G-C-G-F-G-C
(*CHORUS*)E-D-F-repeats***,
(*M*)Trouble & I are best of friends,
She follows me wherever I go,
She's carry in too much baggage for me,
When's this trouble ever gonna end
(*C*)Got's carry ons of my own,
Keep all my blues in Samsonite,
Ain't got time for her ratty ole luggage man,
Singin the blues on the phone,
(*M*)Got's a problem ain't no cure,
Trouble's hot on my tail,
All that bargain brand baggage baby,
From the JC-Penny's sale fo sure,
(*C*)Got's carry ons of my own girl,
Lord knows their Samsonite bags,
Only way to travel to get yer blues home...
Hallelujah Baby! Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*MAIN*)C-F-G-Am..
(*CHORUS*)F-G--F-G.....
(*M*)The way my baby looked on Sunday,
She could make the devil himself fall in love,
I just hung my head down thanked & the Lord above,
From what I could see kneeling from down here it was too fine above,
I swear it in the book God said it was all good,
(*C*)Hallelujahs baby,
Let me hear an amen,
Now let us pray God keeps creating this way,
Just want to be her baby's daddy,
Singin hallelujahs on Sunday,
(*M*)The way she looked so fetching in that tight dress,
Every curve of her body was aimed to impress,
Preacher said Sunday was the lord's day to rest,
Hallelujahs baby,
I know He set it aside for her & that dress,
Lust For Life Inn! Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*MAIN*)Am-E-G-D-F-D-F-C..,
(*CHORUS*)F-G-C-EGF...repeats..,
(*M*))Your lookin travel weary,
Food rest entertainment here,
Take a number & chill,
Sit on that couch in the VIPs section,
No fears let me make that perfectly clear,
(*C*)Enjoy your stay at the lust for life in,
You have to have a fierce rage to get in,
A nobal savage romantic shine,
So take your number and wait for your turn,
At the Lust For Life Inn,
(*M*)Welcome to after life holding pattern,
Lots of lustful entertainment here,
Art by Vincent a gym run by Arnold Shwartzeneger,
Tunes by Elvis Hendrix Joplin & Mozart,
Arnooold will be baaack so will you,
(*C*)Enjoy your stay at The Lust 4 Life Inn,
Take your number & wait your turn to go back to life...
Girl If You Only Knew! Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*MAIN*)C--Am--G--F--G--C (*CHORUS*)Am--G--Am--E---twice
now & at end,
(*MAIN*)Girl girlllllll I dream about you,
Girl girl girlllll all the things you do,
Girl girl girlllll that trip you send me through,
Girl girl girllllll summer's here I'm for that,
Girl girl girlllllll your brite green eyes reflect like the ocean,
Girly girl girllllll your as warm as a summer's day that's a fact,
(*CHORUS*)Girl girllllll ahhhhhhhh if you only knew,
Girl girl girllllll ahhhhhhhh how fond I am of you,
Girl girl girllllll ahhhhhhh you've got me trippin boo,
Girl girl girllll ahhhhh I must be your biggest fan,
Girl girl girllllllll ahhhhhh the heart felt secrets I could tell you,
Girl girl girllllllll yea yea yea ahhhhh if you only knew,
(*MAIN*)Girly girlll I'll be your 4 ever friend,
Girl girllllllll my night & daydreams will never end,
(*CHORUS*)Girl girl girl ahhh if you only knew,
Girl girl girlllll ahhhh how fond I am of you,
Girl girl girlllllllllll ahhh yea yea yea...
When Your Bad..... Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*MAIN*)Am,G,C,Em
(*BREAK*)A-G-C-Em--now & again...
(*M*)When your good,
your good,
But When your bad,
Your very very good,
It's all good,
(*BREAK*)What do you put on to sleep at night,
only put my cd on tonight,
So I will pillow sing you to sleep,
By the moonlight,
(*MAIN*)When your good,
Your good,
But remember when your bad,
Your very very good,
It's all good...
Life On Parole! Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*MAIN*)The color of my house,
Since I met you should be clear,
My new blushing bride,
Something old something new,
Something borrowed something like blues,
Carryin my baggage over the thresh hold I'm swingin the used,
(*CHORUS*)That's why you signed my prenup,
Just like the color of your new house,
I feel like I'm livin life on parole,
We'll have a good ole time while I'm out on bail,
Livin it up life on parole,
(*MAIN*)I'll be there like a romantic dream,
I'll skydive in 4 ever baby that's what you said,
4 ever that means preacher read our final rites he said,
This wedding is like a funeral procession,
Welcome to my blues world baby, Make like a baby maybe,
Head out first for a life on parole,
(*CHORUS*)That's why you signed that prenup,
For my life sentence on parole...
(*M*)C-G-C-F-C-GFGC...
(*C*)Am-G-Am-F-Am-EmFC.. repeats now & then...
THAT'S ONLY LOVE THAT'S FOOL'S GOLD! Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*MAIN*)Am--E--G--DFC AmDmE...
(*CHORUS*)F--C--E---AmDE-GFG
Back to main again then at end fade w FCE!
(*M*)Everything's going fine,
Your time is all yours, Then you gave up the line,
It's that dazzling shine upsets apple carts,
You talk to your schitzy conscience,
The beside yourself starts,
(*C*)That's only love that ends up as a fool's gold,
Love always messes you up when your dug in too deep,
Your wearing a lovers face,
That's just love that's fool's gold,
(*M*)Bamboozled my friend at a miner's sport,
Seems we always get hoodwinked gettin old,
Mostly you found all your left with it's really just quartz,
(*C*) That's only love that ends up as a fool's gold,
Love always messes you up when your dug in too deep,
Am I wearing a lovers face?
Just Passin Through Your City! Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*MAIN*)F---C---F--G, F-C-FAm--G--,
(*CHORUS*)AmGFD-AmGFD--Em, now & then,
(*M*)All your darken faces such a pity,
Don't let this bother you,
Just passin through your grunge city,
Won't be caught in a swirling Eddy of despair with you,
Just passing through,
Bail bonds to appease your jailors,
Better watch out where you walk those feet
No dirty money owns these street sailors,
(*C*)Just passin through your city,
Just do what you have to do,
We ain't got time to mind your city,
We don't hardly matter,
Were just passin through...
Behind Our Iron Curtain? Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*MAIN*)G--Am--F--G--DE..G--Am--F--G-DE,
(*CHORUS*)E-F-G-A-F-G...,
(*M*)We're makin all kinds of $,
We keep it stashed in our banks,
We're killin all kinds of nature people,
We're hidin in our tanks,
(*C*)Behind our iron curtain back yard,
Yea, It's all goin on here I'm certain,
They keep our ears & eyes closed tight,
Livin day by day, Behind our iron curtain,
(*M*)Were nuclear powered,
We're good to go,
Take a bow after the curtain call encore,
The timers set for bombs 2 blow away yesterdaze,
Mean time we,re raisin up our leftist youth,
Kids nowadaze we're in a family way,
(*C*)Behind our very own iron curtain,
They keep our ears & eyes wide shut I'm certain,
We're livin day by day behind our very own iron curtain,
repeats till you turn left.....
Laughin At The Blues Door! Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*MAIN*)A-E-F-G-A-D-E-CD...
(*BREAK*)F,E,F,GE--->
(*M*)There's a line on my face,
For all the tears I tried,
The very things that made you laff then,
Are the same things that make you cry now,
(*B*)Laugh it up baby,
Now your out my door,
Laugh it up girl,
As I slam my blue door,
(*M*)Your an open & shut case,
It'll hurt like the dickins when you sit on your face,
Cause it's gotta hurt when my blues door hits your back side,
You go'na have scars when you get old,
Hope you like your blues meal,
Served cold,
(*B*)Laugh it up baby,
On your way out my door,
Laugh it up girl,
As I slam my blues door...
My Musical: THE IDOL! main song...... Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*M*)Everything I do I do it,
Cause I need love,
Show me the love baby,
I wanna sea my fans with lighters lit,
A sea of worshipers that I could walk across,
(*C*)My fans mouthing the words to my songs,
Folks makin babies to my music,
Amourous devoted caught in my romantic swirl,
Welcome friends to your Idol's world,
(*M*)I seek out my muse,
I need that mystical inspiration,
I only try with muses lttle push that I use,
Get high from magic mushroom Mary Jane,
Gotta love that experience sensesation,
(*C*)Fans mouthing the words to my songs,
Makin babies to my music,
Dating past loves to my voice,
Welcome fans to your idol's world...
God The Average Joe Kinda Hero! *THE IDOLMAN* Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*MAIN*)G--Cm--F--G-->
C-Cm--F--A--G-Gm-G--->
(*CHORUS*)F--B--Am--G--F--B--Am--G--*Em-F-**
(*M*)Saw God playing music with a hat for $,
Saw God as a Vietnam vet begging for bucks,
Saw God as a hobo & his dog chasing a train,
Saw God as a musical janiter gettin his groove on singin da blues,
Saw God struttin his stuff while cleanin house,
(*CHORUS*)I'm thinkin God is an average Joe,
Ain't no big time money fancy car drivin football or sports zero,
God is just an average Joe kinda hero,
(*M*)Somtimes god complains about bad backs,
God even suffers from heart attacks too much wine & yells
God knows the only easy day was yesterday,
Verily verily God lives on work & play,
God created the sense of humor,
Wrote the book on heaven Earth & hell,
(*C*)I'm thinkin God is your average Joe...
My backup plan! songs for *The Idolman*
MUSICAL! Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*MAIN*)Cm--Gm--Fm--Dm-Cm--Gm--Fm--*
(*CHORUS*)Dm-Em-Cm--Dm-twice...*
(*M*)Lots a sleepin people out there,
Lost in a sea of mediocrity,
School's just swirling eddy of despair,
There ain't no romance to be found,
Is nothing fair just my guitar's sounds,
Teachers just profess the golden rules,
What do they take me 4 their kinda tool,
(*C*)I'm hungry for a backup plan fool,
In my late 20's now times growin short,
No one trust's an old man goin to school,
Hope my buddies start their lives investigate & report,
Cause I'm hungry need to open up a backup can,
Always got to have a backup plan...
Slept In My Cheap Suit Last Nite! (for *the
idolman*) Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
Barely Caught the midnight train outa Memphis,
Then I grabbed me a greyhound bus,
Some gal shot me down in Nashville,
Now I'ma fixin ta lay down like a dog an die,
only made it ta Kansas city,
Ran into a good girl with a mean ole mangy dog near New York,
Growled an showed me her teeth,
Got kicked out the emergency ambulance,
So had to walk the rest of the way home,
Yea guess I look pretty tattered,
Cause that dog tore my pants an lost my key,
Had to sleep in my cheap suit last night,
Feelin totally abused & scattered,
Guess I'm a wrinkled blue man,
So what else is new,
Nothin like a few holes in a cheep suit,
Ya might say I dig sleepin around,
Cause that's the way I do.....
Samsonite Luggage Full Of Blues! (the idolman) Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*M*)Trouble & I are best of friends,
She follows me wherever I go,
She's carry in too much baggage for me,
When's this trouble ever gonna end
(*C*)Got's carry ones of my own,
Keep all my blues in Samsonite,
Ain't got time for her ratty ole luggage man,
Singin the blues on the phone,
(*M*)Got's a problem ain't no cure,
Trouble's hot on my tail,
All that bargin brand baggage baby,
From the JC-Penny's sale fo sure,
(*C*)Got's carry ons of my own girl,
Lord knows their Samsonite bags,
Only way to travel to get yer blues home...
(*MAIN*)C--G--C--G--F-G-C---Em-F-------C->
(*CHORUS*)Em-D-C,Cm-G--->
Hallelujah Baby (THE IDOLMAN) Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*MAIN*)F--Am--C--B--D--D*Em->
(*CHORUS*)C-D-G-Am--F*G--->repeats now & then
(*M*)The way my baby looked on Sunday,
She could make the devil himself fall in love,
I just hung my head down thanked & the Lord above,
From what I could see kneeling from down here it was too fine above,
I swear it in the book God said it was all good,
(*C*)Hallelujah baby,
Let me hear an amen,
Now let us pray God keeps creating this way,
(*M*)Just want to be her baby's daddy,
Singin hallelujah on Sunday,
The way she looked so fetching in that tight dress,
Every curve of her body was aimed to impress,
Preacher said Sunday was the lord's day to rest,
(*C*)Hallelujah baby I think ya'll should,
I know He set it aside for her & that dress,
Let me hear an amen because it's all good...
B Nice 2 Me! ( *THE IDOLMAN* ) more of my
Broadway musical Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
(*CHORUS*)A-F-Em-D->now & then----->
(*MAIN*)Dm-Am-C-G--D--DE-> (*C*)B nice 2 me,
Cause I've been down that ruff & ready rail road track b 4,
So treat me nice,
Cause I have grown accustomed to that smile even more,
Please be nice 2 me,
I know that crafty look in those eyes, Just b nice 2 me,
(*M*)Get your groove on baby,
Time to catch that far out love train,
Smile laff & run pretty girl & get crazy,
Here we go cause love's roarin down tracks,
B nice 2 me,
Cause it's a long long railroad back to our home,
Treat me nice,
Don't be showin me no shock & awe,
(*C*)Please be nice to me,
Only your true love train knows how it feels to be lonely,
No matter where you go that's our home,
(*M*)Get your groove on baby...
*THE IDOLMAN* musical! Mark.H. Colburn. Copyright ©2003 Mark.H. Colburn.
I am using this arena to launch my musical;
*THE IDOL MAN*
The story of a man disgusted with college.
Trying to hit (THE BIGTIME).
CAST;
Marcus Colburn, = hero & star.
Willy Booth, = his high school friend.
David Colloton,= his professional music bud.
Tiffany Ruby, = his hot girl friend.
Lee,= his retired fashion model mom.
Neil young,= as himself.
Gordon Sumner,= as STING.
James Taylor,= as himself.
Large amounts of extras to play the concert goers.
Some dude,= a military recruiter.
This will be a musical about a guy that is fed up with school
and mediocrity. He tries every way to become famous as a successful
singer piano man guitar playing song writer...
January 17, 1999
Broken sky diver struggles to heal
Jumper survives 3,000-foot fall
By SCOTT ANDERSON
Record-Eagle staff writer
PETOSKEY - Somewhere in the skies over San Diego nearly three years ago, Mark
Colburn's world began to change.
"Colburner," as his buddies called him, had been a U.S. Navy SEAL for almost a
decade. He had a reputation for fearlessness, for being as tough as they get.
He'd survived every training nightmare the elite force could serve up. He had
stayed awake for three days in a row. He had cut out a patch of ice in Alaska
and jumped in the frigid waters below, not just to take a plunge but for three
full minutes.
On May 17, 1997, Colburn was making a parachute jump. It was no big deal. He'd
done it 300 times before. He knew the drills so well that he hoped to become
an instructor soon.
But Colburn's 301st jump would be unlike any other.
Chris O'Donnell, a rookie with only 20 jumps under his belt, followed Colburn
out of the plane too closely. He needed to spread out, as the SEALs say. He
needed to grab a piece of the sky far away from anyone else. There was only
one place in that sky he could not go - Colburn's path.
But that's exactly where he was headed.
Colburn pulled his rip cord. His parachute opened, jerking upward, slowing his
descent. In a blink, O'Donnell, tearing through the heavens at 120 mph, was
upon him. He ripped through Colburn's chute, knocking him in the head with his
knee.
The 20 cells of fabric in Colburn's parachute collapsed to three.
Flapping frantically, the wounded chute and a wounded Colburn spiraled the
remaining 3,000 feet to the earth.
He landed feet first, the force of his fall forming a crater where he hit the
ground.
He broke almost every bone in his body.
And to everyone's amazement, he survived.
Now, under the skies of northern Michigan, Colburn's world is changing again -
painfully and slowly - in a Petoskey gym where he goes to heal his body and a
fear of falling that makes the smallest of steps feel like walking on a
balance beam.
NOW
Nearly every day, Colburn arrives at Bentley's Health and Fitness Center in
downtown Petoskey. He walks in the door, somewhat shakily, but on his own two
feet. His arms raised to hip level, like a sleepwalker feeling his way in the
dark, Colburn moves with small steps.
"Heel-toe, Mark, heel-toe," his trainer, Rob Moats, says calmly but firmly.
Colburn, now 38, smiles that same cocky smile he had before the accident and
cracks a joke to his new drill instructor.
"He's like, like that guy in the movies," Colburn says, slightly mocking
Moats. "He's like Arnold."
Brain damage has slowed his speech but not his sense of humor.
"Come on Mark, here we go," Moats says, picking up the pace, walking backward
as Colburn struggles to keep up.
The laugh leaves Colburn. He begins to focus, now moving more quickly, but his
legs are still stiff, as if needing oil to loosen them up.
His eyes gleam with determination. Within his badly shaken and repaired body,
the SEAL remains.
There's no other way to say it, Mark Colburn should be a corpse. He's among
the small fraternity of people worldwide who have fallen thousands of feet and
crashed to the ground without a parachute - without dying.
Don't think for a minute he doesn't realize it.
"I'm not doing too bad for a cauliflower," he says.
Colburn's body has nearly recovered from the accident. Doctors gave him only a
5 percent chance of surviving. He had broken his back, neck and hips. He lay
in a coma for six months after the accident and then spent several more months
in an "agitated" state, thrashing about uncontrollably.
Then, suddenly, he awoke.
He thought his mother was the cleaning lady and friends were just people
visiting the wrong room.
Soon, he started remembering faces, then names. Memories returned, like those
of meeting his wife, Yvonne, while she, too, was in the Navy and stationed in
Guam.
He remembers almost everything, but not the accident. He remembers Yvonne
finding a dead bird outside their home the morning of the jump. He remembers
her saying it was a bad omen.
"She said, 'Don't jump today, Mark,'" he recalls. "She was right."
FORGIVENESS
Before Colburn could do the things he's doing today, he had to say goodbye to
the past. That meant saying goodbye to the bitterness that his life was
shattered.
It started by forgiving the man who changed it forever. O'Donnell suffered
only a bruised knee in the accident. His chute opened. He landed safely and he
continued through the ranks in the SEALs.
He has met with O'Donnell since.
"It's just like what the Pope did. He forgave that guy who shot him," Colburn
says. "And that was on purpose. What happened here wasn't on purpose."
Colburn joined the SEALs at 29, almost unheard of for that unit of the
military. But he entered with a background in physical stamina. He was an Iron
Man triathlete, spending hours running and in the water. And before that he
was a "repo" man in California, a fitting job for a man of 6 feet and 195
pounds.
Colburn had fallen once before while in the SEALs. He dropped 38 feet when a
helicopter pilot took the chopper up too quickly as Colburn was rappelling
out. He walked away from it, laughing.
Now Colburn gets on the treadmill and turns the speed up to a quick walk. He
jokes again that he's afraid the treadmill will move too quickly and send him
flying, "just like George Jetson."
Laughter has gotten him and his family through it. His mother made him a
T-shirt that said, "I survived a 3,000-foot parachute fall." He wore it
proudly through his recovery.
But after the visits from friends subsided, Mark fell into depression. The
progress, though miraculous, didn't seem to match what he'd already lived. He
came to Petoskey to live with his mother, Liliane, and to be near his sister,
Michele Sturt. He said he left California for a while to give his wife a break
from the constant doctor's visits and therapy, so that she could finish her
college degree at San Diego State University.
He has tried to conquer his fear of falling with another jump from an airplane
more than a year after the accident. That time, Colburn jumped with his
psychologist. The two were tied together in tandem. But it didn't work. When
it came to sky diving, all of the instincts and fearlessness Colburn once
knew, and relished, were gone.
His trainer, Moats, has become one of his best friends. Moats said Colburn
already has come a long way toward battling his fear of falling. They knew
each other before, but the bond has grown through their work in the gym. Moats
gets teary and shakes his head when he talks about it.
"He's learning to trust me," he said. "He's learning to trust himself."
His goal, and Colburn's, is for the two to go running this spring.
THE LIFE AFTER
Colburn's mom is writing a book about his experi
ence. She calls it "The Green Room," which refers to a giant wave that can curl
around and surround a surfer in bright green water. Colburn used to surf when he was
growing up in Florida. In fact, he was known to grab his board and hit the breakers
even as hurricanes came in.
When he was in the coma after the accident, Colburn's pals would say, "Wake up
Colburn, you're just in the green room. Wake up."
Liliane remembers her son the prankster, the kid who would ride a unicycle to
school. He frequently came home with scrapes, bruises, sprained ankles and
sometimes broken bones. He was always kidding around, always taking risks.
"He's just a miracle and he continues to be a miracle," she said.
His sister Michele said each day seeing Colburn puts things in perspective for
her. Almost every step is a challenge, and she says watching him fight for
each one gives her strength in her own life.
"He always would perform in front of people and that hasn't left him," said
Michele Sturt. "He certainly has down times. But they're moments, not days or
weeks."
Colburn doesn't know just what the future holds for him. He does know he wants
to work hard to get out of Michigan and back to the warm climate that he once
enjoyed. He's getting there, he says, slowly but surely.
"I'm half the man I used to be, I'm half the man I'm gonna be. And that makes
the whole man," he said.