If I was playing a 'Marc Freak' gig of my electronic based songs, this is the setlist I would most probably play

Marc Freak for the Electro Lovers

Electronic goth pop, or something like that.

INEBRIATED
I've finished my song
Whoever would have thought it would take so long?
There was a verse or two
That told briefly of my love for you

If you take the last line
It tells how you drank all of my wine
And from where I stood
Its lucky that the sex was so damn good

CHORUS
Everybody was celebrated
I too was celebrated
The whole world was celebrated
Whilst we sat there inebriated

I've forgotten the words
In fact half of the evening is all blurred
That may be for the best
There's a hell of a lot to get off my chest

CHORUS

I've finished my song
Whoever would have thought you could do so wrong?
I can forget a line
But I cannot forget our shitty times

CHORUS

Inebriated

What we did for money!

TASTE
The way your hair just dangles
A sticky knot of scandals
Grab hold of my love handles
Grab hold of what you can

A smile or I'm mistaken
Excuse me ma'am but are you taken?
You're very good if you are faking
Faking like your tan

CHORUS
Taste - You told me that you liked the taste
You didn't want to leave a waste
They paid you for a little taste
They paid you just a little

You really are a giver
Excuse my aching liver
I'm flowing like a river
I'm sorry about your eyes

You're gasping like you mean it
I'm gaggling like a half-wit
You know where you want to sit
Those magnetic thighs

CHORUS

I'm really sorry if it really hurts a little
I'm really sorry if they told you I was little
You may look hardened but I know you're really brittle
Push just one more time, thrust just one more time

Was that your backbone that cracked?
I can't believe what you packed
I've had a heart attack
I'm struggling with the pace

It's time to close the curtain
The future is uncertain
Take this to wipe the dirt
That's peppered on your face

CHORUS

Taste

If the kids wanna dance
Hot shoes - tight pants
High spirits - cheap bear
My eardrums - Can't hear or won't hear
I'm not here

CHORUS
If the kids wanna dance let them dance, let them dance
If the kids wanna dance let them dance

I'm tired - so what?
Party - I forgot
Can't take the pace
But I'm trying to catch the bass, deep bass
In yer face

CHORUS

One step, one fall
I'm proud I've gall
Raise your finger in the air
Let the world know you care
I don't care, I don't care

CHORUS

If The Kids Wanna Dance (Let Them Dance)

Hit the power
But keep the light down low on your head of red hair
How you've flowered
When you walk past I can do nothing but stare
A little question
Is it just pretend to want to die?
My heart is hurting
You are a beauty to the eye

The eye shadow
The lipstick black and I feel my heart quiver
The net stockings
On those legs that go on for ever and ever
A raging fantasy
In the darkness I somehow see you smile
But them I'm waking
To the realisation you'd run a mile

CHORUS
Put the cross away
Little goth girl I've got something to say
I love the way you look and I love the way you play
Little goth girl your hair is on fire
I can be your inner demon
I can be your vampire

Hit the power
But keep the light down low on your head of red hair
I'm besotted
Imagining you clothes, imagining you bare
A random question
Could I take you by the hand by chance?
I'm quite flatfooted
But together we could do a gothic dance

CHORUS

Goth Girl

Misread eyes, misread signs
Regurgitated happenings from bad to the sublime
Static stare, fools beware
I've finished searching something that was never really there

CHORUS
I don't have time for this commotion
Puppy dogs and fluffy things
Designed to mess with me and my emotions

Clapped out heart, bombs aloud
I think that I'm exploding with my head up in the cloud
Dodge the trash, thoughts are rash
I don't have time for silly games excuse me whilst I dash

CHORUS

"Got" at last, read and weep
Commotion is commodity and violence is just cheap
Claim the prize, take the rise
My ever growing ego is transcending to the skies

CHORUS

Commotion is commodity and violence is just cheap

Puppy Dogs And Fluffy Things

This is a more pop remixed version of a track from my Rock n Roll Clichés album.

What comes around's around
Accompanied by sound
The soundtrack to our lives
A comfort and disguise

CHORUS
Music that fills me with laughter
Music that reminds me of you
Music that themes our next chapter
Music that captures what we do
Music to have sex to

From cradle to the grave
A year for each soundwave
Remembered to the end
In loneliness a friend

CHORUS

Music To Have Sex 2 (Remix)

Rough video - https://youtu.be/5gaYofokLkw 

A grey hair - I turned the other cheek
If I turn away for long enough I won't find what I won't seek
Be I wise or be I clown?
It even hurts a little bit when I am sitting down

CHORUS
Whoever you are I'm older than you think
I'm glad that you think otherwise - I'm truly tickled pink
Whoever you are I'll gladly take the praise
I'm slowly growing older but I hope its just a phase

Won my heart all torn and soiled
It has beaten and then burst more than anyone in this world
Have a laugh - give a smile
I'm an educated mind but mentality of a child

CHORUS

Tickled Pink

I don't have time for anyone
I put a cross through having fun
But I'm fooling no-one
With my whining

CHORUS
I'm green with envy
Don't see what you see
It make me crazy, out of sorts
I have a hunger
For something younger
But I've been stung once before
Phroar!

It's one of Pablo Picasso's bitches
Doing her crazy cubic twitches
Whilst my cell phone goes and glitches
What bad timing!

CHORUS

Green With Envy

If I could jump forward a million years
Would I be satisfied?
The demons in my mind grow ever fierce
If sense is not applied
I've worked hard at learning to forgive
For such a long long time
The past can be a challenge to live with
The good clouded with grime

CHORUS
I can't be dignified
We are forever shamed
To be whatever history saves
And history starts again

If I was handed a crystal ball
Would I avoid meeting her?
Or would I just enjoy the fun n'all
But escape earlier
For every single scar there's a fun time
At least I think there was
I'm learning to forgive each and every crime
That represented us

CHORUS

If I could jump forward a million years
Would I be satisfied?

CHORUS

Learning To Forgive

I am the one searching out for relief
I am the one that is embracing technology
I am the one dreaming what's underneath
I am the one setting sexual chronology
I am the one that will take it too far
I am the one that will owe the apology
I am the one talking blah blah blah blah
I am the one setting sexual chronology

CHORUS
Kiss me on the lips
Kiss me on the neck
Kiss me on the chest
On the... 
On the...

Kiss Me

Poetry / Dull / Smiling / Well
Laughing / Stock / Writing / Block
Kisses / Fine / Red red / Wine / Matters / Not
I'm not hot

CHORUS
Thought about it and it doesn't matter I can sit and wait
Thought about all of the things that I love and the things you hate

Hand on / Heart / Don't you / Start
Crash and / Burn / Funny / Turn
Cracking / Up / Poisoned / Cup / Laughing / Stock
Show my cock

CHORUS

Letters / Of love / Voice from / Above
Calming me / Down / Singled out / Clown
Kiss me / Quick / Let me / Lick / Matters / Not
I'm not hot

CHORUS

The Things That I Love (And The Things You Hate)

There's this pesky voice and I'm hiding it
I don't do that much, its my mental crutch
I'm all madness and saliva
I confide in her, I'm inside her

It's a sickness and paranoia
It'll destroy her, I'll enjoy her
Hold on tight we're already falling
Can't you tell we burn in hell?

I'm the crazy son and the psycho
Did you see the sign that said "out of his mind"?
I took a photo, wore the T-shirt
You didn't seem to mind we're walking blind

CHORUS
The hat has come off, its truly enough
The heat is intense and so is the silence
Just save it.  Just save it
The fight has been fought, the germs have been caught
Its dragging us down into the ground
Just save it.  Just save it

I don't know what we've both been using
I'm losing her but I still choose her
Be still my piercing headache
I hear something break, there's just so much I can take

There's this pesky voice and I'm hiding it
I don't do that much, its my mental crutch
I'm all madness and saliva
I confide in her when I'm inside her

CHORUS

We've all got someone to save

Save It

No blood no tears no sweat no fears

Won't you take a look out at my garden?
Sample the pure Eden I have made
Did I do wrong again?  Am I pardoned?
We can frolic naked like true slaves

Won't you take a look out at my garden?
Localised a heaven in our lives
I dabbled just a little bit in stardom
And that inspired a demon in your eyes

"Honey I'm still waiting!"

Ponder all the time spent in the garden
Now its all just misery and weeds
I cannot even build up to a hard-on
I'm not getting pulled in-between the sheets

"Honey I'm still waiting!"

The Garden

Some of us are easier to blame [Insert insult]
Half a life has trickled down the drain [Feline at fault]
Not sure I've got much left to suggest [What's the sham plan?]
Many years of hurt still on my chest [Pickled half man]

CHORUS
Carry the can, only I can reverse it
Feeling the blues, feeding the bruise, I'm worth it
Noting the fact the previous lacked a hard hit
All that you spew, the least you can do, don't spit

Recognise the picture of days old [Insert insult]
Tore out so much hair I'm nearly bald [Always at fault]
Using broken plates to feather your nest [Pickled half man]
Many years of hurt still on my chest [Carry the can]

CHORUS

Carry The Can

Mind abuse
I have tried to break your world in two
But what's the use?
You've already made me look a fool

Class reject
I just hoped things would improve in time
Course neglect
This is nobody's fault but mine

CHORUS
Gained a death warrant
Gained a smear on the bedpost
Gained a death warrant
But I warrant I've seen the least and not the most

Spank the slave
I've been building up to this for hours
Soul to save
Though I do not have any super powers

CHORUS

The Least And Not the Most (80s Pop Version)

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?