this song is cool as hell, i love your sound its super unique

damn missed this one somehow   --this is a cracking tune Marc!!

Chorus]
I wake up screamin' out
At the end of the night
I'm bleedin' out
Inside my head
I'm trapped inside
I'm trippin' out
And it's a nightmare fantasy
My own bleeding wonderland
Bleeding wonderland
Wonderland, yeah
Wonderland, yeah
[Verse]
I don't know if I ever know love
My hope
I'm trapped inside of my mind
It's bleeding out
I can't keep a thing down
My feelings
I don't know if I ever know love
My hope
I'm trapped inside of my mind
It's bleeding out
I can't keep a thing down
My feelings
I don't know if I ever know love
My hope
I'm trapped inside of my mind
It's bleeding out
I can't keep a thing down
My feelings
I don't know if I ever know love
My hope
I'm trapped inside of my mind
It's bleeding out
I can't keep a thing down
My feelings
[Chorus]
I wake up screamin' out
At the end of the night
I'm bleedin' out
Inside my head
I'm trapped inside
I'm trippin' out
And it's a nightmare fantasy
My own bleeding wonderland
Bleeding wonderland
Wonderland, yeah
Wonderland, yeah
October 31, 2025 at 10:24 AM


Bleeding Wonderland

EP: Gallows Writings
Story: A Tell-Tale Heart by Edgar Allen Poe
Occasion: Halloween!

Lyrics:
[Intro]
True...
nervous...
very, very dreadfully nervous…

Can you hear it? 
It never stops.

Every silence learns to throb.

⸻

[Verse 1]
I kept my eye upon the eye,
Blue as heaven, 
cold as why.
Night by night I slid the door,
Breathing less
but feeling more.

The lamplight trembled on the thread,
Between the living
and the dead.
When I struck,
it didn’t scream—
The silence split my sanity.

⸻

[Pre-Chorus]
Shh...
listen closer,
can you tell?
It’s not the floorboards...
It’s myself.

⸻

[Chorus]
It’s in the walls,
it’s in my veins,
Truth that beats beneath the chains.
Every lie I bury starts to start—
Can’t kill a sound this sharp.
You can hide the body,
not the heart.

⸻

[Verse 2]
The officer smiles,
I match his grin,
Tea still warm,
my nerves wear thin.
He asks of noise,
I say “the wind,”
But the wind is beating from within.

Each tick a blade inside my head,
Each pulse a voice of what I fed.
Their questions soft,
their boots so loud—
The truth stood up and joined the crowd.

⸻

[Bridge]
“Stop the sound! Tear up the floor!”
“Never—more.”

⸻

[Final Chorus]
It’s in the walls,
it’s in my veins,
Truth outloves what sin contains.
I screamed to God to tear it apart—
He laughed and called it art.
You can still hear me through the floorboards—
heart!
heart!
heart!

⸻

[Outro]
“Villains!—dissemble no more!
I admit the deed!”

[Prog/Metal] Beneath The Floorboards (17/16)

Asymmetrical Warfare

Your Corners Curve Like Lemonade
By David Husted

Your Corners Curve Like Lemonade Sun Drops    
Melting on an ocean's horizon   

I Wipe the mud from my knees
over madness
The windows are weeping as I lay dreaming 
Of stranded Islands
Empty and stripped clean


Ohhh… Your corners curve like lemonade
Zoo keepers  open up in their cages 
Bubble gum wrappers floating flames flickering orange    
We're  Basking in an almost; Ireland and Italy in Brooklyn

V2
Einstein and Heisenberg in parliament
Embers proliferating magic
Thriving through the time fields sucking information from the cosmos
Our very constitutions dust and water; 
Gold and oil on the alter now;  be a ghost to this chatter
Plot our lives in advance,……….     Of the rising sands

Ch
Ohhh… Your corners curve like lemonade
Zoo keepers  open up in their cages now
Bubble  gum wrappers floating flames flickering orange    
We're  Basking in an almost; Ireland and Italy in Brooklyn

Bridge

We will not Run
We will not run   

Ch 

The Chorus has a psychedelic vibe to it but with its own unique twists and turns.  I tried not to box myself into corners with my lyrics and used a very open ended process to my word smithing.  I felt know need to present you anything too "air-tight" in terms of story or arrangement.  This is what I love about song writing. I toss up ideas (the crazier the better) and see what happens.  Once I have a kaleidoscope of working pieces I gently mold them into forms that contain loose tendrils of cohesiveness and meaning but only just barely.  This is one of those song's I created with no preconceptions or creative borders and I just let my mind go where it wanted to.  Sometimes this works and sometimes it is a disaster.  In this case I arrived at something I liked enough to share with you.  

Never mind that Dave, what is the song about?  

It has something to do with the excruciating beauty of a sunrise.  It has something to do with love.  It has something to do with how quickly time moves forward.  It has something to do with how impermanent everything really is (including us).  It has something to do with how lucky we are to be the tiniest spark of a flame witnessing this miracle before us for the most minuscule parenthesis in time.  It has something to do with stepping out of my self imposed cage, and yet not running away and hiding.  It has something to do with staring this beautiful, wild catastrophe of existence right in the face and enjoying the ride.   Far Out Dude. Now go put your favorite tie dye shirt on, grab a cup a coffee and listen to my song : )!   Groovy Man…..Will Do!  

May your corners curve like lemonade.

Your Corners Curve Like Lemonade

Lothlorien

13-  La P'tite Amazone (version N°2 )

These are songs that I developed in a very lo-fi fashion to show what they sound like in my head. They could still go in many different directions - more acoustic, more produced - I'm open to ideas. But what you're hearing here are my unabashed concepts for these little tunes. 
ENJOY- and thanks for connecting with me & my music!
Mark

Build You A Box Mark Demo

Track is composed, recorded and mixed, with Ableton Live by Frank "LichtBildGestalter" Borsikowski

Herbstspaziergang

HerbstSpaziergang (walk in fall)

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)

Electric Eel

Exploration of Latvia forgoten spaces through sound waves

Music video: https://youtu.be/b_EIlQe-QE8

forgotten_latvia

“Dear Tom”

How’s the retirement, Tom?
Why now so quiet, dear Tom?
You’ve a cozy, small place here
Where a man could disappear
	Is that what you’re doing, Tom?

Do you get visitors,
Or only the odd, lost bird?
Friends are a blessing,
But even friendship’s passing.
	Do you have friends, dear Tom?

Where’re your pictures?
Don’t you have children?
Well, didn’t you marry?
Man, you’re just like a pilgrim!
Searching your life
Through the flowers and barbs,
Searchin’ alone under your very own star!

Did you get lonely?
What did you do then?
Did you have family?
Well, why didn’t you call them?
I’m sure they’d have loved
To hear from their uncle—
A family together
Lends old age a pleasure!

Listen’t’me blather, Tom,
I don’t mean to nag ya’, dear Tom.
The truth’s I admire you
And all that you’ve lived through.
	You’ve lived quite a life, dear old Tom

How did you do it, Tom?
What were you trying to prove?
Seventy years
And six careers
	I can understand why you’re so tired...


From a cop to an actor,
From a ref to a coach,
Have you ever considered
All the lives that you’ve touched?
Don’t be so modest
I speak from experience
An honest man like you makes a difference!

I should be going
It’s nearly past sundown
But I’ll visit again
Next time I am in town
Never you doubt it
I will return soon
As sure as I draw breath
And you lie in this tomb...

I won’t forget you...won’t forget you...won’t forget...

- - -
Music by Corey Ball
Lyrics by August Lysy
Mastered by Spencer Martin

Dear Tom

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?

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

Marc Freak

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