Lyrics co-created with Joe Bear Claw Burcaw

Cherry Blossom Opera House On Confetti Mountain

“If No One” is a Rock/Pop-Ballad. Gently played in the verses with piano and viola and in contrast a colossal chorus with gospel choir and a fulminant guitar solo at the end of the song.

Our first released song with English lyrics.
The song is an appeal for humanity and compassion in times that seem harder.

If No One

The Eagle And The Sun.

Little spookier than my earlier tracks  How's sit going out there in SoundCloud land      hi from Sydney!!!

Fartherest from the truth

Another occasion where Kris Bolin from The Bawl Slant has sent me across some music to mess about with.  It is always great having something like this to work with.  Go check out Kris' great grungy band The Bawl Slant here - https://soundcloud.com/bawl-slant

Music, instruments and backing vox - Kris Bolin
Lyrics and vocals - Marc Freak

RED MIST
Its the red!
I'm always learning but more rapidly I'm leaning
Suffering self inflicted internal bleeding
I only hope the red mist starts quickly disappearing
Can't bare the self-loathing and inner fearing

Who would guess we'd mess up in this way?
The angels falling
Guess its what we get when we have a say
The fools are calling
Pampered up and showered in champagne
Our morals scattered
Never realised we were quite this vain
We're bashed and battered

When towers fall and whole cities barely survive
This is just a momentary glimpse into my mind
Eradicating whole generations in acts barbaric and unkind
My inner searching is working hard on the goodness yet to find
There's one red mist after another and each one more unclear
There's protestors waving banners declaring the end of the world is near
I'm sitting having a giggling fit as I down a pint of beer
It doesn't matter what you say I'm determined I won't hear

There's a red mist hanging for too long
The world can see it
What the hell did we ever do so wrong?
I didn't agree to it
Where's the key to open up new doors?
Its old and rusted
Yesterday I woke from demon jaws
I'm glad I trusted

Take me to the pharmacy
These fascists sing in harmony
There all the same from what I can see
Is this really a diplomacy?
They march whilst chanting populist lines
That appeal to people of all kinds
The lies and hate are underlined
Beware the mines they left behind
They're working fast they upped a gear
They work on each and every fear
The voices shouting in my ear
Exploding forth from out their rear
An evil stench that leaves a stain
An ever growing cancerous pain
They're driving in the fastest lane
I fear for those of us that remain

I can barely see anything but blood and tears and guts
Its pissing down with rain on the people in mud huts
They are desperate in their search for boats to the land of ifs and buts
Its a crazy mind in a crazy world that seems to have gone nuts

What a mess for those of us that stand
But we're still smiling
A simple cross is enough to give a hand
Its age defining
Wave the flag and disperse the angry mist
My hope returning
Thank the lucky stars the lies all missed
Reputations burning

Its the red!

Red Mist (Marc Freak / Kris Bolin)

Kali: Journey

Forest Spirits

Visions of Our Origins

You Want Some Peace Baby You Gotta Follow Your Dreams :) !

They Go

Not gonna stop

Ghost Of The Storm

So Cool

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?