Biography:
John Mark McMillan is an indie rock artist from Charlotte, North Carolina, United States, where he grew up playing in local rock bands. In June of 2005, McMillan released his first album, Hope Anthology Volume One. Just a few months after the release of this album, McMillan lost his best friend in a tragic accident, bringing him into a troubling time. It was the grief caused by this accident, and the subsequent rise from it, that inspired him to create his second anthology, The Song Inside The Sounds of Breaking Down.
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Other songs:
- Death In His Grave
- How He Loves
- Ashes And Flames
- Baby Son
- Belly Of The Lion
- Between The Cracks
- Borderland
- Breaking Down
- Carbon Ribs
- Carolina Tide
- Chemicals
- Closer
- Counting On
- Dancing On The Doors
- Daylight
- Death In Reverse
- Door Keeper
- Dress Us Up
- Economy
- Enemy Love
- Future Past
- Glorious Things
- Guns Napoleon
- Heart Bleeds
- Heart Runs
- Heart Wont Stop
- Hold On
- Holy Ghost
- I Am A Temple
- I Dreamed There Was A Fountain
- I Need You In The Morning
- King Of My Heart
- Love At The End Of The World
- Love You Swore
- Magic Mirror
- Mercury Lightning
- Monsters Talk
- Murdered Son
- My Only
- Next To You
- No Country
- Nothing Stands Between Us
- Ominous
- Philadelphia
- Raging Moon
- Reckoning Day
- Seen A Darkness
- Setting Suns
- Sheet Of Night
- Silver Shore
- Sins Are Stones
- Skeleton Bones
- Ten Thousand
- The Goodness
- The Goodness John Mark Mcmillan
- The Medicine
- Tongues Of Fire
- Visceral
- Walk Around My House
- Walking In My Sleep
- Who Is This
- Wilderlove
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Hope grows between cracks in the asphault
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In the downtown ghetto streets that contour
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The government housing intentions of my heart
No one notices the daisies don't care
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About gang related violence
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As long as they get enough air and water and sun
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They're all just fine
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Who would've thought it but life is finding a way
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Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
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There's a man down here somewhere between
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The Saturday cartooons and the dirty magazines
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He's raising the dead in the graveyards
C
Where we've laid down our dreams
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His name is Hope
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Hope stands high on the 15th floor
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On a Christmas tree perched about the ledge of a fortress
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of steel that's trying to hard to be somebody's home
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As it sees my attention from I-85 though the throws of the day
Were still writhing inside
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I lifted my head as I drove home that night and knew
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Everything was gonna be fine
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Who would've thought it but life is finding a way
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Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
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There's a man down here not worried or afraid
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That some politician forgot all the promises he made
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And he's raising the dead in the graveyards
C
Where we've laid down our dreams
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His name is Hope
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His name is Hope
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Everybody needs a little x2
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His name is Hope
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Everybody wants a little x2
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His name is Hope
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Everybody needs a little
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There's a man down here not worried or afraid
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That some politician forgot all the promises he made
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And he's raising the dead in the graveyards
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Where we've laid down our dreams
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His name is Hope
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Can you hear him outside he's been singing all night
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He's saying when you gonna come out from behind
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These paper thin walls, your cardboard box realities
Hope grows between cracks in the asphault
Em
In the downtown ghetto streets that contour
D G
The government housing intentions of my heart
No one notices the daisies don't care
Em
About gang related violence
D
As long as they get enough air and water and sun
C
They're all just fine
Em G
Who would've thought it but life is finding a way
D
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
Em
There's a man down here somewhere between
G
The Saturday cartooons and the dirty magazines
D
He's raising the dead in the graveyards
C
Where we've laid down our dreams
G
His name is Hope
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Hope stands high on the 15th floor
Em
On a Christmas tree perched about the ledge of a fortress
D G
of steel that's trying to hard to be somebody's home
Em
As it sees my attention from I-85 though the throws of the day
Were still writhing inside
D
I lifted my head as I drove home that night and knew
C
Everything was gonna be fine
Em G
Who would've thought it but life is finding a way
D
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
Em
There's a man down here not worried or afraid
G
That some politician forgot all the promises he made
D
And he's raising the dead in the graveyards
C
Where we've laid down our dreams
G
His name is Hope
C
His name is Hope
D
Everybody needs a little x2
C
His name is Hope
D
Everybody wants a little x2
C
His name is Hope
D
Everybody needs a little
Em G D C
Em
There's a man down here not worried or afraid
G
That some politician forgot all the promises he made
D
And he's raising the dead in the graveyards
C
Where we've laid down our dreams
G
His name is Hope
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Can you hear him outside he's been singing all night
Em
He's saying when you gonna come out from behind
D C
These paper thin walls, your cardboard box realities
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