Composed, arranged, performed, and produced by
Carlos Vivanco
Artwork: Jorge Everardo Vivanco Topete

Hunter Of Dreams

Shengaye

A slower, sad one.

These half-assed rhymes can't pay the rent
And everything is transient

Sun through the blinds
Lights up the floating motes of dust
See them dancing randomly


I have of late whereof I know not lost all my mirth
Bring back my mirth to me you mother hugger

Mirth

Wenn wir jetzt versagen, dann nicht aus Mangel an Gelegenheit, sondern weil wir es versäumen, die Gelegenheit beim Schopf zu packen.
Der Brunnen wurde gereinigt.

The Fountain

Marco Lucchi : piano
Wilfried Hanrath : electronics

a remix by Wilfried Hanrath of various piano patterns by Marco Lucchi

ottobre 2020

Marco Lucchi & Wilfried Hanrath - Interweaving patterns

Recorded a while back with an Epiphone SG, DIY Dwarf Destroyer clone pedal and a second fuzz I wired up incorrectly giving interesting analog synth like results as the knobs were turned.

Minas

El Condor Casa

Every night I scream
I can't see you, I can't feel you, I can't  go on
Far across the distance
Big space between us
You never come,  I can't go on

Near, far, wherever you are
I know that your heart is long gone dear
Nevermore will you open, open my door
Maybe you're here in my heart
But my heart is cold
Baby you're here in my heart
But my heart is cold

Love touched us one time
Is one time enough?
I gotta drive on
Safe to say I loved you
Polaroids I cling to 
Safer said, I gotta move on

Near, far, wherever you are
I know that your heart is long gone dear
Nevermore will you open, open my door
Baby you're here in my heart
But my heart is cold

You're not here
There's nothing I fear
Though I know that your heart won't go on dear
We'll stay forever away
Baby you're here in my heart
But my heart is cold

*COLD* (MOAG/MidiPunk Collaboration)

Monkey

Wave

02/February/2021

Frozen Tundra

So we are stuck in our own ways
I try to spice things up but your eyes have long since glazed

CHORUS
Perhaps in a sad song
Is where we truly belong
Stuck in a sad space
Like half of our fellow race
A tale with a sad sting
You never felt anything
Are we just plain sad or just a phase?
[We are stuck in our own ways
We sunk without a trace
We are stuck in our own ways]

How we struggled through hard times
Searching for some true love but true love is hard to find

CHORUS

So we are stuck in our own ways
But I will break free from this glue one of these days

Stuck In Our Own Ways

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?