Next stop the future! All aboard for a sensational track that gets the blood pumping.  This project was short sweet and to the point and it knew what it wanted to be early on. Drums and lead from the Synthstrom Deluge, chords and melody from the Arturia Microfreak, arpeggiated bass from the Novation Ultranova. Music video on YouTube
https://youtu.be/7qF18b7IoGM

DASH .Express

Soulmates

and then I call your name
and then you reappear
my jungle poison frog

and then I lose control
and then I walk the floor
my jungle poison frog

within the earth release
there is no turning back
embrace the toad within

when the walls are black
when the rain is dry
partake of poison skin

walk into the dream
life before your eyes
shivered on the floor

live without regret
obey the voice inside
from those who came before

and then I call your name
and then you reappear
my jungle poison frog

and then I lose control
and then I walk the floor
my jungle poison frog

Poison Frog

Midnight Pact

Acoustic,  Soft Guitar   Sounds and lyrics

Voice Recorder Pro

The Orchestra Of Love

emergency exit

Here’s my new track with vocals, bass, drums, piano, electric piano and dreamy synth sounds. Thank you to my wonderful Sander for another gorgeous master. @wane-of-summer 😊🎶❤️🎼🎹🎵🎤🎧❤️

THIS TIME TOMORROW...

Phaetons Feller Of Earthen Spell Sheaf Loner Lept Eternal Elf Hops

Drunk In Athens - Μεθυσμένος Στην Αθήνα

I wish (I wrote this song for disabled people)

I would like to come up to you and sing songs
I would like to paint you happiness
I want to hear and feel the music
I want to take my lover in my arms and dance

I would like to take my head and walk away
I want to walk drenched in the rain
I would like to drink
I would like to get away and get lost

I want to feel the sun and smile
I would like to look at the stars and praise life
I would like to run barefoot on the grass
I wish I could tell about eternal love

but now i'm out of breath
whatever i want to do
evaporated like my dried tears

İsterdim

Its a culture that I wouldn't dare dismiss
I wear the glass like a crown (like a clown)
Just a few sips on a trip to heavenly bliss
Ok I'm fun to be around

CHORUS
See me swagger, see smile, see me sway
I've drunk more beers than Bob
Think I'm staggering
Can no longer play
I've drunk more beers than Bob

This is legal
This is definitely allowed
I'm not breaking my own laws (I'm appalled)
A little medicine to try and entice the crowd
I'm open with my own flaws

CHORUS

This is one thing you can never take from me
However poorly I become 

CHORUS

More Beer Than Bob

Music: Gebr.K
Guitars, Synthis, Bass: JayK
Vocals: Xian3
Text edition: Xian3
Lyrics: Franz Kafka

Homecoming is a narrative in the form of a parable from the estate of Franz Kafka. The narrative, which is only twenty sentences long, begins with the words: "I have returned" and occasionally appears under this title, was written down by Kafka in 1920 in a quarto notebook.



I have returned, 
I have passed under the arch and am looking around. 
It’s my father’s old yard. The puddle in the middle. Old, useless tools, jumbled together, 
block the way to the attic stairs. 
The cat lurks on the banister. 
A torn piece of cloth, once twisted around 
a stick in a game, 
flutters in the breeze. 

I have arrived. 
Who is going to receive me? 
Who is waiting behind the kitchen door? 
Smoke is rising from the chimney, 
coffee is being made for diner.

Do you feel you belong, do you feel at home? 
I don’t know, I feel most uncertain.
 
My father’s house it is, 
but each object stands cold beside the next, 
as though preoccupied with its own affairs,
which I have partly forgotten, partly never known.
What use can I be to them, what do I mean to them, even though 
I am the son of my father, 
the old farmer? 
And I don’t dare knock at the kitchen door, 
I only listen from a distance,

I only listen from a distance, 
standing up, in such a way 
that I cannot be taken by surprise as an eavesdropper. 
And since I am listening from a distance, 
I hear nothing but a faint striking of the clock 
passing over from childhood days,

but perhaps I only think I hear it. 
Whatever else is going on in the kitchen 
is the secret of those sitting there, 
a secret they are keeping from me. 
The longer one hesitates before the door, 
the more estranged one becomes. 
What would happen if someone were to open the door now 
and ask me a question? 
Would not I myself then behave like the one 
who wants to keep his secret?”

I have returned („Homecoming“, F.Kafka 1920) feat. Xian3

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?