Apr 21 Freak Radio playlist

When Legpuppy asked if I fancied remixing another of their tracks, I jumped at the chance.  Out came my dusty guitars, the old bass and well, this is what happened.  Punk? Rock? Dance? Pop? I have no idea what you call these three and a half minutes…but wow, were they fun to put together and I still feel somewhat breathless by the end.

Hear the original: https://soundcloud.com/legpuppy/tears-feat-voi-vang

Tears (*thommo* remix)

Chapter Seven of a concept album about a rock band performing their first celebrated gig whilst the world comes to an end.

Ch 07 - Only in my Wildest Dreams - Just as hope is lost, a figure of beauty appears.  A true love is born.

ONLY IN MY WILDEST DREAMS
At a time when I'd given up and trashed any hope
I saw an angel shining vibrant through the dust and the smoke
Its no joke

CHORUS1
I'm jumping - my heart started pumping - this truly is something
Only in my wildest dream
She's running towards me - My legs have gone wobbly
Only in my wildest dream
The smile when the eyes meet - A beauty so complete
Only in my wildest dream

She ignores all my faults, disregards how I look
Since the world went and ended I've been down on my luck
What a schmuck

CHORUS2
I'll endeavour to keep her forever - till death or whatever
Only in my wildest dream
I can sense I'm  new man - to be her true champion
Only in my wildest dream
Let's dance through pollution - we're new evolution
Only in my wildest dream

CHORUS 1 & 2

Only In My Wildest Dreams

Chapter Two of a concept album about a rock band performing their first celebrated gig whilst the world comes to an end.

Ch 02 - Wasted Heroes - Reality soon dawns that this is a long game and negativity leads to depression

Wasted Heroes

Words & Music: Jan Schonander

This song is written from a man's perspective, but I think it could be equally valid for a woman. I have plenty of friends that have found their companions using dating apps. I also have a number of friends that have many - let's say - interesting experiences. And, maybe it's best to realize what you've got.

In terms of how this was recorded...there are no real guitars. I used Logic Pro X Revolving Lines with a couple of gain settings as well as the Distorted Stratocaster. There are two bass lines using the Prog Rock Bass and as always I am programming the virtual drummer. The various organs and piano are all Korg SV-1 native with some post processing. Basically it's the same stuff I used for "Forgot To Say" and "Feline Fever".

Lastly, I've noticed that some listeners interpret my lyrics as all personal experiences. In this case I would among many things be a three time felon, met my "working" wife on  a crossing and I would actually be African American - I can report that this is far from my ordinary life.

BLIND DATE

Choosing left and right
An ordinary night
On his own
Scotch in his hand
Microwave dinner
Looking for some company
Some sweet lovin
Looking for a friend
Didn’t want another dead end

Didn’t want another blind date
Looking for a better fate
Didn’t want another blind date
Looking for a much better mate

She stepped in the bar
Painted to the nines
Three martini lush & more
Preached about men
Layed down the rules
He looked in her eyes 
Made sure that she understood
She was more than he could
He left that chat for good

Didn’t want another blind date
Looking for a better fate
Didn’t want another blind date
Hoping for a much better mate

He looked left and right
Nothing recognizable in sight
And then she said “Hello,
I think you’re my beau”
A completely different woman
His face turned wooden
Oh its so tragic
Not his kind of magic

Didn’t want another blind date
Looking for a better fate
Didn’t want another blind date
Hoping for a much better mate

Staying at home
Staying at home
All on his own
Right next to his phone
He heard her chime
Turned on a dime
She said “Honey, I miss you”
He said “Not another blind date,
not another blind date”

Blind Date

Chapter Five of a concept album about a rock band performing their first celebrated gig whilst the world comes to an end.

Ch 05 - There Was a Time - Reflecting on what could have been, with great regret

THERE WAS A TIME
I should have listened to my will
My instincts threw me down the hill

CHORUS1
There was a time when it was all in my hands
The trembling fans in awe
There was a time when I should have taken a stance
That was really my chance but no more

I'm not one to often regret
But I've misgivings I can't forget

CHORUS2
There was a time when I threw it away
Saved it for another day that's gone
There was a time when I'd do what I preach
But that is out of my reach so move on

So gather around I was a star
That glittered just from far too far away

CHORUS 1 & 2

There Was A Time

I wrote this somewhat loopy lyrics, when it was announced on CNN that Joe Biden had won the race for president against Donald Trump. My hope for a return of a real democracy in the sense of Willie Brandt's " More freedom daring", which for me always also means more humanity, more tenderness, more creativity and ultimately more love daring, experienced a powerful upswing that evening. And so these lines of text with the basic message "Still Love is there" literally poured out of me. 

Still love is there (Lyrics in English)

Black holes glow
Moths wear jewelry

Cows dance ballet
Bugs have a bun

The stars, they come by for a coffee
Admission free
Plumb free

The sharks have put on pink lipstick 
The naked mole rats are on top of the golden wagon

Even the blindworms dare to come out of their hiding place
Revealed
The seeing discovered

The aquarium Fishes swim out
The barbed wire fences start to stroke

A tadpole basks in the white house

The earth gently leans back

Still love is there
Still love is there

Scissors become hands
Air mattresses can fly

Folding wheels embrace each other
And can have children

A letter carrier settles into a mailbox 
Invites us 
Come in

A holy water kettle befuddles the senses
Prohibition signs begin to yearn

SUV's open up
And can be tamed

The solar system dances itself free

Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there

Diesen etwas durchgeknallten Text schrieb ich, als auf CNN bekanntgegeben wurde, dass Joe Biden das Rennen um das Präsidentenamt gegen Donald Trump gewonnen hatte. Meine Hoffnung auf eine Rückkehr einer echten Demokratie im Sinne von Willie Brandts "Mehr Freiheit wagen", was für mich immer auch heißt, mehr Menschlichkeit, mehr Zärtlichkeit, mehr Kreativität und letztendlich mehr Liebe wagen, erfuhr an diesem Abend einen kräftigen Aufschwung. Und so quollen diese Textzeilen mit der Grundbotschaft "Still Love is there" förmlich aus mir heraus.


Still Love is there (Deutscher Originaltext)

Schwarze Löcher leuchten
Motten tragen Schmuck

Kühe tanzen Ballett
Wanzen haben nen`Dutt

Die Sterne, sie kommen auf einen Kaffee vorbei
Eintritt frei
Bleifrei

Die Haie haben Lippenstift rosarot aufgetragen 
Die Nacktmullen stehen ganz oben auf dem goldenen Wagen

Selbst die Blindschleichen trauen sich aus Ihrem Versteck
Aufgedeckt
Das Sehen entdeckt

Die Aquariumsfische schwimmen hinaus
Die Stacheldrahtzäune streicheln

Eine Kaulquappe sonnt sich im weißen Haus

Die Erde lehnt sich sanft zurück

Still love is there
Still love ist there

Scheren werden zu Händen
Luftmatratzen können fliegen

Falträder umarmen sich
Und können Kinder kriegen

Ein Postbote richtet sich in einem Briefkasten ein 
Lädt uns ein 
Kommt herein

Ein Weihwasserkessel benebelt die Sinne
Verbotsschilder beginnen sich zu sehnen

SUV’s öffnen sich
Und lassen sich zähmen

Das Sonnensystem tanzt sich frei

Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there
Still Love is there

Still Love is there

Still Love Is There

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?