Richard Noel Marx nació el 16 de septiembre de 1963 en Chicago, Illinois, en una familia con fuerte inclinación musical. Su padre, Dick Marx, era un arreglista y compositor talentoso, y su madre, Ruth Marx, una cantante profesional. Desde una edad temprana, Richard estuvo inmerso en un ambiente lleno de música, lo cual influyó profundamente en su carrera posterior.
Richard comenzó a mostrar interés por la música desde niño. A los cinco años, ya cantaba jingles para comerciales de televisión, muchos de los cuales fueron compuestos por su padre. Estas experiencias tempranas en el estudio de grabación sentaron las bases para su fascinante carrera.
A los 17 años, Richard Marx envió una cinta de demostración a Lionel Richie, quien se interesó de inmediato en su talento. Richie lo invitó a Los Ángeles para trabajar como corista y compositor. En esa ciudad, Richard Marx continuó perfeccionando sus habilidades y componiendo música para otros artistas, incluyendo a Kenny Rogers y Freddie Jackson.
En 1987, Richard lanzó su álbum debut homónimo, "Richard Marx". Este álbum fue un éxito rotundo, alcanzando el puesto número 8 en el Billboard 200 y generando cuatro sencillos exitosos: "Don't Mean Nothing", "Should've Known Better", "Endless Summer Nights" y "Hold On to the Nights". Sus letras sentimentales y melodías cautivadoras le ganaron seguidores en todo el mundo.
El segundo álbum de Richard Marx, "Repeat
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He lived his life in isolation
A man without a name
Saddled with a reputation
From Cheyenne he came
He moved down South when the money ran out
And turned to a life of crime
Things weren't all that different then
They'd kill you for a dime
Never showed no mercy
Had a heart of stone
And his hands were dirty
Stained to the bone. He said
"Turn back! It's too late
All I can do is pray there's another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
I've run out of time. "
He lived at least a dozen lifetimes
Luck was on his side
The only friend he ever had
Was his trusty forty-five
His final words to my grand-daddy were
"Son, you must be brave. "
And all that's left of what he was
Is in this Texas grave!
He could smell the danger
Ooh, he knew the end was near
Through the smoke and whiskey
One thing was clear. He said
"Turn back! It's too late
All I can do is pray there's another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
All I can do is pray there's another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
I've run out of time
Look me in the eyes
I wanna see it comin'. "
[Guitar Interlude]
He never showed no mercy
Ooh, he had a heart of stone
And his hands were dirty
Stained to the bone!
"Turn back! It's too late
All I can do is pray there's another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
Sinners like me need another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
I've run out of time
Turn back! It's too late
Sinners like me need another heaven, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah. Turn back! It's too late
All I can do is pray there's another heaven
Turn back! It's too late
I've run out of time
Look me in the eyes
I wanna see it comin'
I wanna see it comin', yeah
I wanna see it comin'. Yeah, yeah
I wanna see it comin', baby! "
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