February 22 Freak Radio playlist

Its all homemade
Voluntarily flayed
I'm on the streets again
Still feeling full up
But the fool won't shut up
I'm on my feet again

CHORUS1
This is a metaphor
That I've not used before
My jaw stuck to the floor
Who will pick me up and make me sane?

I've run out of supplies
I've got blood in my eyes
I'm calling shots again
What was that name?
I screamed you never came
I'm asking who, what, when?

CHORUS2
I am an open book
If you care take a look
My skin hangs from a hook
Skinned alive a naked truth displayed

We have all aged
My life feeling staged
Can you applaud again?
I'm dodging the muck
That the audience chuck
I am despised again

CHORUS 1

CHORUS 2

Metaphor

The latest project! Finally..?

Music by Marc Freak- https://soundcloud.com/marcfreak
Vocals, lyrics and mixing/tweaking by It!

Also, check out the video! https://youtu.be/h9wqnyw4g1o

Living In A Fantasy-It! w/Marc Freak

Track 11 of the Album soundcloud.com/user-461764443/sets/the-firm-dark-orchestral-suite

This is my participation to the Score Relief 2022 Scoring Competition.
Video: https://youtu.be/FJPiw9gKvO0
Music: Syrel
Video: Four Of Wands Productions.

Soundtrack

I Catch You -   https://youtu.be/FJPiw9gKvO0

Got to work with Marc Freak @marcfreak on this one after he foolishly offered to, in a comment on a track of mine. I spent a bit of time in London in the late eighties. Boy George was king, the food was still mostly bland and there were a million different rules for dress depending on where you went. Funny how sometimes things can be so foreign and familiar at the same time. I have lots of thoughts but I won't bore you. Oh and the music. I knew most of the bands but it did change my perception a bit to hear them in context. Thanks so much Marc for the singing, melody, lyrics and maybe some context. ;)
Lyrics:

PERFECT DREAM
Jumping out of the frying pan into the fire
Like a drug bust with a visible wire
But its worth it for the time that we spend
And I pray they don't end

All I crawled through has the skin busy itching
And my internet is permanently glitching
But I cannot bare the time we're apart
Its a trial of the heart

CHORUS
Is this just a perfect dream that's coming true?
I want to spend the whole of my brief life with you

When you're standing in darkness and a glimpse of light shines through
When you're lit up like a beacon
And although you are freaking I'm loving this dream come true
With you

And the time I have left grows ever shorter
I am drowning in invisible water
Its a failure on my part I can't swim
And the prospects look grim

There's a torch that ever shines in the distance
Hold my hands up - show no signs of resistance
I'm a prisoner of love 
I don't mind in fact I'm pleased to do time

CHORUS

When you're standing in darkness and a glimpse of light shines through
When you're lit up like a beacon
And everyone's peeking 
I'm loving this dream come true

Perfect Dream (A Marc Freak Collaboration)

Music/Arrangement/Production/Vocals/Lyrics by Achazia
Video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gIMJDqY_TCE

Intro
The night is here and moon is high.
There is something that flares up the sky.

Verse
No matter what the circumstance.
I find myself in wonderment.
I'm lying underneath the stars.
With everything that's come to pass.
I travelled far through many years,
and no one knows what lies ahead.
I'm lying underneath the stars.
In my new design of scars.

Prechorus
The night is here and moon is high.
There is something that flares up the sky.
A sphere that moves in a blinding light.
There is something that just passed me by.

Chorus
We are questionably, probably,
just another object on an object on an object
I am undoubtely, what you see
What else could I truly be?

You are eventually, possibly,
just another object on an object on an object
You are undoubtely, what I see
What else could I truly be?

Verse2
In the greater scheme of things.
There is no use for kings and queens.
Many truths and many lies.
Has shaped the past and all our lives.
No matter what the circumstance.
I find myself in wonderment.
I'm lying underneath the stars.
With everything that's come to pass.

Prechorus
The night is here and moon is high.
There is something that flares up the sky.
A sphere that moves in a blinding light.
There is something that just passed me by.

Chorus
We are questionably, probably,
just another object on an object on an object.
I am undoubtely, what you see
What else could I truly be?

You are eventually, possibly,
just another object on an object on an object.
You are undoubtely, what I see
What else could I truly be?

What else could I truly be?
What else could I truly be?
What else could I truly be?
What else could I truly be?

Objects

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My Spirit Holds You

Secret Love

Prolific musician, author, photographer and oddity.  With influences ranging from the lofi pop of Guided by Voices, the gothic melodrama of Nick Cave, the glam of Bowie and the nakedness of Iggy Pop - this is Marc Freak.  Former frontman of Freak Circus and Dead Joe.  An experiment in DIY and lofi.  The odd bum note here, the even odder bum note there.  But with art do we care?