Silber oder Blei

Atmosphere Of Loveliness

Delicate Measures

Y-Miss Lemon

Swinging

Another old demo dug out and re-arranged for your listening pleasure

Produced at Rose Pro Studio
By Cookie Jay

Bye By The Way

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Huge thanks to Wildsilences for their sublime participation !

A Poppy Placed on His Heart  By Zitou Itou & Wildsilences

Indulge

i never really get this track to where i want it to be..   but i think i will put it up for a little while ,  so comments are welcome ,  specially the critical ones..

Distorted Reality

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Chaos

Texte Français et Google Traduction

MEMOIRES DE VIE

Le temps passe lentement
La roue tourne comme on dit
Mais le passage des ans
Ne créé jamais l'oubli.
Les années qui avancent
Et continuent toujours
En prennent de l'importance
Dans ce qui fait l'amour.
Et plus on prend de l'âge
Conscient évidemment
Dans nos têtes voyagent
L'ancien et le présent.
Dans les jours qui vieillissent
Et voient passer l'antan
Tous les temps qui se glissent
Doucement et pourtant.

Il reste dans nos mémoires
Amour et belles histoires.
Tout ce qui fait la vie 
Réchauffe nos cœurs aussi

Il reste dans nos mémoires
Amour et belles histoires.
Tout ce qui fait la vie 
Réchauffe nos cœurs aussi

Bien s'aimer, se comprendre
C'est un toujours un voyage
Et on se laisse prendre 
A s'écrire de belles pages

Sur la terre en plaisir
De grands moments passés
Pleurs ou éclats de rires
Nous ont fait exister.

Revivre dans ses pensées
Ne voyant que lueurs
Et jamais oublier
Que c'était le bonheur.

La vie suivant son sort
Nous laisse de bons moments
Si jamais on s'endort
Sans des mots et pourtant

Il reste dans nos mémoires
Amour et belles histoires.
Tout ce qui fait la vie 
Réchauffe nos cœurs aussi

MEMORIES OF LIFE

Time passes slowly
The wheel turns as they say
But the passage of years
Never create oblivion.
The years that advance
And still continue
take on importance
In what makes love.
And the older we get
Obviously aware
In our heads travel
The old and the present.
In the days that grow old
And see yesteryear pass by
All the times that slip by
Slowly and yet.

He remains in our memories
Love and beautiful stories.
Everything that makes life
Warm our hearts too
He remains in our memories
Love and beautiful stories.
Everything that makes life
Warm our hearts too

Love each other well, understand each other
It's always a journey
And we let ourselves be taken
To write beautiful pages

On earth in pleasure
Great times past
Crying or bursts of laughter
Made us exist.

Revive in your thoughts
Seeing only lights
And never forget
That it was happiness.

Life following its fate
Leave us good times
If we ever fall asleep
Without words and yet

He remains in our memories
Love and beautiful stories.
Everything that makes life
Warm our hearts too

MEMOIRES DE VIE

Small price a fiver to see this unique freak show
Contortionist of the body, he can suck his own dick you know
Yeah for his sexual pleasures he just opens up and blows

These tricks of his are sure to raise a few eyebrows
His twisting, writhing posture disturbs the pc mouths
Well their constipated arguments are best left in their bowels

I accept in these times they have a right to what they say
But they shout of the ignominy and freedom goes both ways
Do I detect a hint of jealousy because for a suck they have to pay?

I've heard the rumours of how one night whilst he sleeps
An execution party will turn up, oh so discrete
And they'll burn his resting body 
Because that's the way to handle freaks

As a self confessed quick thinker I knew their plan had flaws
So I told him "you scratch my back and I'll scratch yours"
He said "I can scratch my own back with my feet"
Well of course!!

If he'd taken up my offer he'd still be alive this day
They'd have been no midnight murder, no charcoal remains
Hell his body really contorted as it went up in flames

Why is it we destroy all of what we fear?
And if we don't destroy its body we crush its soul with our jeers
So think twice before you take up an alternative career

The Contortionist

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?

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