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The Girl in the Window

by Mark Lenover

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Jan Lindblom
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Jan Lindblom This was the first I ever heard of Mark Lenover after watching the movie Banshee Chapter. Favorite track: The Girl in the Window.
David Peters
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David Peters This is the first album I heard by you Mark, and its the album that made me fall in love with your music. You are an incredible artist. I would say you have a lot of potential, but I think youve already surpassed the stage of perfection long ago. All I can do is hope you keep it up, as your music continues to amaze me. As my funds permit me, I will continue to support you in any way I can. I am a broke student, but I do what I can on my budget. Thank you so much for your music! Favorite track: It Howls.
Jessie Jayne
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Jessie Jayne after watching a movie that was pretty decent, there was a song as the end credits role. I was immediately intrigued by its hauntingly beautiful melody and these brilliant elusive lyrics.

your sound is very unique and that's what differentiates you from the rest. I now own most of your albums and I'm psyched I get to leave a message, I never get to thank anyone for sharing their art and I have wanted to so many times.
your my first actually, keep it up Mark, it's not ordinary (boring)...

one of the greatest feats of any artist is to never get get confused with another
this you have accomplished.

thanks again
x :)
Jessie Jayne martel
Gary Lines
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Gary Lines I heard the Girl in the Window after watching the Film Banshee Chapter. While the film was good, I think that it will not remain long in my memory; the same cannot be said of Mark Lenover's music: hypnotic, experimental, vivid, with a lyrical poetry that I haven't encountered since my early days of listening to David Sylvian. Buy this album. If there is one musician that deserves your support, it is this guy. (or you can continue spending your money on the twerking masses; your choice). Favorite track: The Girl in the Window.
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1.
One in Six 02:35
He’d tell his mother how to catch butterflies in plastic tubes To crush, crush, crush them into paste But now his neck-tie has him He scours the newspaper for clues about how his tails get tucked away for the day, every day Clickety-click-click-clickety-click This bastard’s favourite threnody is five clicks and a bang a halting, reckless fantasy he dreamt to chase the rain away A dancing, dirge-ious, curious clink One wonders what his wife will think He’ll dance to one in six He remembers how to type, and when it’s best to clear the room He remembers daddy’s hand-shake Slap-slap, you’ll be a man soon He wants to chill the waters He wants to stew in silence He wants to play the victim wants to snap-snap the carousel shut Clickety-click-click-clickety-click This bastard’s favourite threnody is five clicks and a bang a halting, reckless fantasy he dreamt to chase the rain away A dancing, dirge-eous curious clink One wonders what his wife will think He’ll dance to one in six
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Molly turns the light on as she turns the alarm off Yeah she rails against her daughter’s fits and gives the kid a cuff ‘cause she’s late to catch her bus, and mommy’s had enough of her precocious wit today Molly backs into the house to wipe her face off of the dirt She forgets to eat her breakfast, so she passes out at work Now the secretaries look at her as though she needs the fat sucked from her head, until she’s cold, and limp, and dead and just as pleased as peaches Tuck your heart away You won’t be needing it today We hate to say it, but you’re bound to break it if you don’t take special care Missed call Dammit all! Have you any life insurance Cut backs Where’s the kid? Have you any wool? Mama Mommy Mother-dearest don’t send me to private school I promise, promise I’ll do better Daddy won’t cheat any more Come now, come now Give the girl a promise Molly Come now, come now Give the girl your word Have you any life insurance? Have you any wool? Poor old Molly’s off her trolley (Day-in, day-out) Poor old Molly’s gone right ‘round the bend Molly’s husband crawls to dinner, inspecting his lover’s work His left hand holds a looking-glass and the other’s in the lurch Picking up and throwing plates, demanding Molly gets a face-lift for his forty-fifth birthday She’s better let the baby have its way or he’ll be sore, as sure as sugar Molly turns to switch the light off as she turns the water on The leaves left in her cup tell her that life’s bound to go on Then she lays her head down, counting sheep and dreaming about getting hers some day Tuck your heart away You won’t be needing it today We hate to say it, but you’re bound to break it if you don’t take special care You can hide it anywhere or you can just forget it
3.
She showed up at her psychiatrist She blew her nose, and he looked delighted The tumours spilled out into her handkerchief The good doctor lit his pipe and grinned ‘Cause everybody knows her paranoia was solely cause by a trans-dimensional shift She files her teeth down for all of her boy-friends and everybody calls her Mean Old Missus Schmidt She can’t stand romantic melodies She don’t get, where she fits in She just bolts and shudders miserably Mister, mister! Try again Don’t linger long by the cemetery You can’t be sure where all those hands have been Don’t let the boys help with that load you’re carrying Gallantry’s dead, and what’s more it’s a sin Take it as it comes and choke it down Take it as it comes and choke it down Take it like a lover and choke it down Take it as it comes and choke it down She can’t stand romantic melodies She don’t get where she fits in She just bolts and shudders miserably Mister, mister! Try again…
4.
It Howls 03:38
It came up from the wetlands, under Waverly Hill It came, quiet and crazy, then it stood perfectly still It stunk of the tunnel, it stunk of dying too young It had ash on its eyelids and it had snow in its lungs and the evening came running, like a slave at its beck and call Its girls hide in letters, and they play in its halls Its boys sleep in garbage, and they come when they’re called It, cringing, comes at you its teeth chattering in time It cracks at its sternum, and it’s light of its mind It whispers and worries, as the vandals on watch unwind It fell at Wood-haven, and lay splintered and cold on a heavy foundation, sinking into the soil It stinks of the tunnel, and its casts are undone It’s got ash on its eyelids, it’s got blood on its tongue So in a bed of old rafters it takes the wind to its lungs and howls…
5.
I buried a friend today Poor thing, she went in a common sort of way Such a pretty face, balanced on a bottle-neck It makes you wonder why they’d bother sewing it back on Do you think she came clean in the bath? Bernadette lost her head for a drink and a cigarette Now you can see, what she missed, in the mirror that she kissed in what was wiped clean Do you remember that scene? I remember it clearly Do you think she came clean in the sink, holding her hair back gulping the air back? Do you think she slipped out feeling sorry for herself and nobody else? She should have been left with something to write with or at least someone to die with Did you see how they cut her hair off? Oh, what does she care now? Give us something to tear down
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untitled 01:53
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Mr. Finch collects physicians, he calls them all his own But each of them just looks at him and tells him to go home Then panic closes in I hope that whiney shit gets his He might be sick, but it isn’t catching though he’s often left alone in waiting rooms to wonder why his hands are always cold He comes when he remembers why he’s scared when the sullen gods of dirty things are calling out and holding him back from behind things he can’t recall, at least not anymore He hopes to write a book of them some day He can’t believe how quickly things pile up He’d wish to live forever if he had the chance to wish He always forgets the good things that he’s got He passed as an actor playing a spineless, flinching twit Well composed and polite, he hoped he’d be alright if he kept dancing here with his thumbs in his ears but there was something catching up to him and it had claws and I know exactly what he thinks it was
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He writes as he tilts his head to catch the whispering, up with the hiss of tape recorders But there ain't nobody there Oh no, there ain't nobody there Then he goes out to the shops that line up outside his house He'll always pause at his reflection but there ain't nobody there Oh no, there ain't nobody there But he's got friends behind the glass "How much you want for the girl in the window I'll give you twice whatever you think she's worth I'll give you all that and more to see her cured" He has and argument with his lover She'd slipped poisonous snakes into his supper every night since they'd first met though she pretends that she forgets Now he puts his collar up, and goes back out to the shops to settle a bet with his supplier as his lover wakes up wet well secured and coloured in Now she's safely pressed underneath the glass Oh yeah, she's safely pressed underneath the glass "How much you want for the girl in the window? I'll give you twice whatever you think she's worth I'll give you all that and more to see her cured."
9.
Love Song 02:06
Baby girl, you know I love you You know I’ll never let go of you and if we ever lose each other I’ll meet you at our table in the dark Baby girl, you know I love you You know I’ll never get tired of you I’ll always be there to take you home whenever you wander off on your own
10.
He kept her locked, in his mother’s antique jewelry box and she’d always spin when he called like a good little girl She’d remind him of his mother and the pin-up girls his father kept a secret in the bottom of his dresser drawer He’d always loved her for the gentle way she’d tilt her head and that sad-eyed grin she wore With her hair tied back, she would pirouette across her mahogany course He’d tell her it could be worse Then he’d shut her up in the dark again so that he could say his prayers And he’d search for God in a darkening room but God’s not in the dark, and He’s not in the gloom He’s not in the fire that follows you home every day after school, when you’re walking alone He’s not in those tremors that shake you from bed and He’s not in those hideous dreams in your head but He waits in the silence that great guilty silence that falls when the music stops

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released July 29, 2011

All music composed, performed and recorded by Mark Lenover
Mastered by David Disher

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Mark Lenover

Through a distinctive fusion of folk, rock, theatre and electronica, Mark Lenover critically examines pop culture’s ubiquitous influence, its moral philosophy and the potentially devastating effects of drug abuse and mental illness. His recent work frequently challenges an increasingly pervasive culture of celebrity, self-indulgence, distraction and desire. ... more

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