November 21 Freak Radio playlist

Our Pounding Hearts Define Us

You've got life - you blew it all
As a human insignificant you were heading for a fall
And when you fell - I had a smile
In all reality it is the first that I've had for some long while

And whose to blame - I did my time
I'd lay awake at night hearing every hour the clock chimed
And to be fair - don't want your touch
When I sit and think for long enough I never liked you much

CHORUS
Life just feels more rosy without you
Together life was not much at all
I'm tearing up photographs taken around you
I made a dodgy call
It never was much life at all

Its my life - I'm blind drunk
I'm swimming through a carpet full of mouldy food and junk
You stole my heart - Then stole my cash
Any love was only fleeting and was lost in a flash

I think I hurt - I've broken down
Awash with so much debt the best of swimmers would still drown
If I believed - in any God
I would thank him many times that I escaped all on my tod

CHORUS

Life

I have no preconception
And don't care what the reception
I've no bias and take it all on face value
If you're a dick you're a dick its final
Should be flushed down the urinal
Block my ears at all the wicked words you spew

CHORUS
Despite what you see we're the same as one another
Your dialogues extreme - its the script straight from hell
No bias - let it be - there's no need to run and take cover
You're playing an old theme and don't play it very well
Despite what you see we're the same as one another
The company I keep shouldn't matter much at all
The sexuality, what you worship or any colour
You're playing an old theme and quite frankly I'm appalled

I went out on a bender
With a gay and a transgender
It was just as good as any other night out
I'm not trying to be poetic
But your bigotry's pathetic
The hatred in the words you often spout

CHORUS

Despite What You See

Lynda Faye asked if I would like to have a go at reworking a piece she wrote some time back and had never properly finished.  I may have a few chords wrong here and there and applied a bit of artistic licence, but here is the final piece.


Tortured & Tainted.
by Lynda Faye

She  had faces and hair,
Bodies to wear, just like the preacher man said.
Live in it , you must, from the fear through the lust,
You're stuck in this shell, til you're dead!.

Her soul slightly tainted, tortured and taunted,
This was never the life she had planned.
She wanted children, ..and a house in the country,
But she always , found the wrong  man.

From pillar to post, more lucky than most;
She fought her  way through the crowd.
Sometimes you can hear it, 
When she died,  her spirit...is crying  alone, out loud.

She had faces to wear,
Pretty dresses to wear, just like the preacher man said.
Live in it, you must, from the fear to the lust,
You're stuck in this shell, til you're dead!

Copyrighted 1999 by LyndaFaye

Tortured and Tainted(Rendition of a song by Lynda Faye)

LYRICS:

It's time to begin believing
Everything's gonna be alright
It's time to begin believing
Everything's gonna be alright
Got the feeling this mercy
Gonna give me a peace of mind
Got the feeling this mercy
Gonna give me a peace of mind
Gonna give me a peace of mind
Lalalalalala
Lalalalalalala

The mind can break
The heart can ache
You can push it aside
A tincture of sunshine
Put the shadows away

Put the shadows away
Put the shadows away

When you are mistaken
I'm reflected a thousand times
When you are mistaken
I'm reflected a thousand times
Like a lifeline, your sunshine
It's the battle in your mind
With no reprieve, no virtue
If you give in another night
You'll be running out of time
Lalalalalala
Lalalalalalala

The mind can break
The heart can ache
You can wipe it out
A tincture of sunshine
Put the shadows away

Put the shadows away
Put the shadows away

All you ever do
Circles back around to you
And all you'll ever be
Will be enough for me
A pinhole of sunlight
Piercing through the rain

I want to feel again
I want to laugh again
I want to live again
I want to love again

The mind can break
The heart can ache
And you can pull it through
Wait out the tempest
A beacon in your eyes

Often come a surprise
Sunshine and butterflies
The dawn of a new day
It puts the shadows away

Modifier

pop punk/rock

Co produced, mixed, mastered and cover art by 
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Asleep at the wheel

Hold On Tight

___🎹_____A_N_O_T_H_E_R___M_U_S_I_C_____🎹___
_____BE CURIOUS, CREATIVE, INVENTIVE, DARE!_____

A staircase, to go down or up, from one floor to another, or from life to death! To go up to heaven or down to hell!
One step out of line and it's a disaster. Hold on to the banister...
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🛠 - Made with MOOG & Modular / Multi-tracks
🎹 - Composed, arranged, performed, produced by Pier WILL & Studio 4H09
🔲 - Artwork - Pier WILL
🙏 - Acknowledgements - Ableton, Arturia, Audacity, Cantabile, MSI, Focusrite, Korg, M-Audio, Sony, SoundCloud, Teac, Techniks, Yamaha.
⚙️ - #Ambient #Movies #Electro #Experimental #Minimal #Space
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❤️Love, 🕊️Peace, 🙏Respect

A Nice Stairway

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Lyrics:

The scars on my lips are melting in a deadly kiss
No time to spare when no one's there.
I cannot escape the fear 
That's hiding behind my skin
Like shadows dancing on a grave
 chasing me down for days,
It has been chasing me down for days.

‌Nothing is meant to last forever and in the end we'll find ourselves alone,
Our eyes are forced to see the reason why we're falling back into the darkness we came from when we were born.

‌A black veil covers my face in lace,
Vocal crows surveilling the space,
Following me in the wrong direction
On the cold morning sky
The clouds are bursting into tears
Freezing in time the fears,
The past and the future do not exist.

‌Nothing is meant to last forever and in the end we'll find ourselves alone,
Our eyes are forced to see the reason why we're falling back into the darkness we came from

Freezing in time the fears,
The past and the future do not exist.
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The Past And The Future (Do Not Exist) - with Under a dark light

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The Greatest of Powers

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I feel you, you're a dark matter that invades my lungs, ravishing inside,
You drag me deeper into space like a satellite
Haunting me backwards, 
A hundred birds of prey with eyes closed forever.

Locked doors, no way to return to catch a glimpse of the Universe as it once was
As I once thought it should be.

I drown into your darkness
Your hand is cold as ice as you grab my waist and take me to your castle.
I watch the flames expand their heat,
Show me the street where the creatures meet in a siamese dream,
 Eternal kiss made of velvet blood and burning tears.

"Thy corpse shall from its tomb be rent:
Then ghastly haunt thy native place,
To suck the blood of all thy race" (Lord Byron)

I drown into your darkness
When I reach for the stars and I can't find those hungry eyes,
Your power over me is nothing but a disguise

And the truth grows by itself, hanging in a solitary tree,
Like candels in a pitch-black winter  
Fades out in cryptic philosophy.
I drown into your darkness
Your hands in leather gloves are covering my eyes and you take me with you...
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Vampire Lullaby (with The Eyes Of Heisenberg)

This is the first release from The Just Imagines, the new band from previously solo artists, Ciroyelle and Tyler Cressman. Just over a year ago, they met, they collabed, and they fell in love. This is the first single from a 12 track album which tells their love story. This is a sultry blues track, proclaiming that their meeting was most certainly not by chance. 

Vocals and Lyrics: Ciroyelle and Tyler Cressman
Guitars: Tyler Cressman
Bass: Tyler Cressman
Organs: Tyler Cressman
Drum Kit: Tyler Cressman
Produdction Tyler Cressman

Lyrics:
She Graces the room and the hair stands on my neck
She can’t be real must be a goddess in the flesh
Those emerald eyes glance my way and I start to sweat
And then the bass starts thumping and the beats get soaking wet

So begins this dance, it’s not happenstance


I’m catching a vibe and 
notice this Guy ..uh
The way he lets his Fingers slide
And now he looks 
so deep into my Eyes
I can tell he likes the way i move
Oh I never knew
How someone can
Exactly feel my groove
 

Place your hand in mine, it’s not by chance we have met
I wanna hold it cuz i know this moment I just won’t forget 
Feel the heat from your lips , and the passion you exude
I think i know how this night concludes

The planets are aligned, perfect place and time
We dance to one rhythm, it is only the beginning

Not A Chance Encounter

Chock A Block

Introduction in English:

A few years ago, there was a young man living in my neighborhood who had just been abandoned by his wife. He would often come over to me and cry to me about his supposedly evil and inconsiderate wife. Increasingly, he got on my nerves with his self-pitying "I'm the victim" whining. 
At some point, during one of our conversations, he came to the conclusion that he had actually wanted the separation himself for a long time, but was simply too comfortable and cowardly to make the cut. Slowly, it seemed to him that he was letting his wife do the "dirty work" so that he could rant about her afterwards and blame her for the relationship's misery. 
Not an isolated case, but among men (....and I don't exclude myself) still too much the rule when it comes to working up the responsibilities for the failure of a relationship.
Thef following song is an attempt to take the self-pity of some men in a occasionally very self-deprecating way on the grain....    

Lyrics in English:

Self-pity (I feel pity for myself) 

I sit in the pub and stare at myself,
I wonder what I was born to do

I'm navel gazing 
I'm lonely without a woman

I feel pity for myself

I have no time for anything else but me.

I look out of the window, the clouds are looking at me,
The sun has decided that it doesn't like me

Lady luck spurns me,
My globe does not turn

I feel so pity for myself, (pity, pity, I feel so pity for myself)

I have no time for anything else but me

The blind date last night was a flop as usual 
(Flop, flop, a terrible flop)
Why is life (why?) so cruel to me, so nasty, so rough, so rude?

I stand in the street, hitchhiking away from here
Looking for happiness far away, it doesn't come to me

No one takes me with them
Already I hear my hit:

I feel so pity for myself, (shit, shit, shit, shit)

I really don't have time for anything else but me.

At the dance class the women (the women) pass me by purposefully,
(Bye, bye, my "dummy" goodbye)
Which hen, they think, laid this rotten egg...in our nest.

Uuh!

I'm going to the monastery, I'm going to become a hermit
I'll pray in front of the altar that God will finally see me,

Meanwhile, my sacrificial candle goes out

I feel so pity for myself, (so poor boy)

I really, really don't have time for anything else but me


Deutscher Originaltext:

Selbst-Mitleid (Ich tu mir leid)

Ich sitze in der Kneipe und stiere vor mich hin
ich frage mich, wozu ich überhaupt geboren bin.

Betreib` Nabelschau
Bin einsam, ohne Frau

Ich tu mir leid

Für was andres außer mir, habe ich keine Zeit

Ich schaue aus dem Fenster, die Wolken schauen mich an
Die Sonne hat beschlossen, dass sie mich nicht leiden kann

Die Glücksfee verschmäht mich
Mein Erdball dreht sich nicht

ich tu mir so leid, (leid, leid, ich tu mir so leid)

Für was andres außer mir hab` ich leider keine Zeit.

Der Blind Date gestern Abend war wie immer ein Flop
(Flop, Flop, ein furchtbarer Flop)
Warum ist das Leben (warum?) zu mir, so grausam, so böse, so grob, so grob?

Ich stehe auf der Straße und trampe fort von hier
Such‘ Glück weit in der Ferne, es kommt ja nicht zu mir

Mich nimmt keiner mit
Schon hör ich meinen Hit:

ich tu mir so leid, (shit, shit, shit, shit)

Für was andres außer mir hab` ich nun wirklich keine Zeit

Beim Tanzkurs gehen die Frauen (die Frauen) gezielt an mir Vorbei (bye, bye, my „Dummy“ goodbye)
Welche Henne, denken sie sich, legte uns dieses faule Ei…ins Nest

Uuh!

Ich gehe jetzt ins Kloster, ich wird zum Eremit
ich bete vorm Altar, dass Gott  mich endlich sieht

Meine Opferkerze geht derweilt aus

ich tu mir so leid (so poor boy)

Für was andres außer mir habe ich nun wirklich, ja nun wirklich keine Zeit

Selbst-Mitleid (Self-Pity)

Selbst - Mitleid (Self - Pity)

If you're watching over me and I'm sure you are ;)This song is for you Grandad. This track will also be featured on my upcoming album: VESSEL. I hope you enjoy. The music video is here: https://youtu.be/-qExEb1Ta7g

Remember You

The Supporting Character

Skinny

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?