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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Your life is like a crack in the mirror
Seven years of bad luck it ain't getting better now
After all is said and done
Reflection in the window is the same old face
Background small town everywhere you look around
Tell me what you're running from
Flip a coin and let it land in your hand
Heads you gonna stay but its tails so you can
Move to another town
Hide where you're sure you wont be found
But it's still just you on the inside
You can pretend it'll be alright
Sell it to yourself but you know it's just a lie
Cause it's still just you on the inside
Still you on the inside
Nothing faster than the speed of your leaving
Hundred miles an hour and there ain't no slowing down
But you cant outrun yourself
Yeah you can say you fit in like a joker in the deck but now
You're skipping like a broken record going round
And you're the last to ask for help
Flip a coin and let it land in your hand
Heads you gonna stay but its tails so you can
Move to another town
Hide where you're sure you wont be found
But it's still just you on the inside
You can't pretend it'll be alright
Sell it to yourself but you know it's just a lie
Cause it's still just you on the inside
Still you on the inside
It's never really been a question of how far
And at the end of every destination there you are
You can't move to another town
Hide where you're sure you won't be found
But it's still just you on the inside
Oh, you can pretend it will be alright
No matter how you sell it
When you tell it it's a lie
Cause it's still just you on the inside
Still you on the inside
You can go and change and to me you'll always be the same
Still you on the inside
You can try and run and know you'll always be the same inside
I still love you on the inside.