Fun and freaky good stuff Marc. Love the manic excitement that you cry out through this one. Durge

May 22 Freak Radio Playlist

Veronica

LYRICS: 

See the world that's blistering
Shone upon by a colorless sun
A wicked sun, a silent sun
Living between islands of pain
Gets a little hard but I'm in charge
Charge it to my credit card
Everybody has a hand in
We'll leap the edge and crash on rapids water
And consequences later

Something is attractive
Could be radioactive
Or my imagination
On the radio station
Gold on every axis
Enough to pay your taxes
We are for the people
Capitol or steeple
Among the pigs and prophets
We thought you might have bought it
To the fore we file in
Cue the sliding violin

When the money still remains
You don't talk until they pull the strings
Looking out for better things
I think your message struck a nerve
Take a bow and get what you deserve
Ride a transcendental curve
All the treasure that remains
Might be better spent on telling lies
Keep it in a sheep disguise

Shaking out your pockets
I think you finally lost it
Treat me like a play thing
Might be smoother sailing
Future past and present
Burn the farm and sell it
Slurry words and stipends
Might get a little violent
All the times you're wasting
Disaster in the making
A million mouths you're feeding
Smash through the glass ceiling

Rainfall and the rainfall
And the rainfall and the rainfall
Rainfall and the rainfall
And the rainfall and the rainfall
Rainfall and the rainfall
And the rainfall and the rainfall
Rainfall and the rainfall
And the rainfall 

If the world has gone to hell
You don't care because you took it all
And you still want more

Easy to feel deranged
Harder to make good sense of it all
Line 'em up against the wall

Through the cracks a glimmer of peace
Shake it off, it does no good at all
Until we make the final call

Nature does its own thing
No point in explaining
Off the top you're taking
Yielding next to nothing

If you look you see them
Whinging ad nauseam
In the heat we're brawling
Missed the final calling

Stretched so thin we relapse
Picked up by the bootstraps
Sounds a bit dumb to me
So why don't you kill me

Rainfall and the rainfall
And the rainfall and the rainfall
Rainfall and the rainfall
And the rainfall and the rainfall
Rainfall and the rainfall
And the rainfall and the rainfall
Rainfall and the rainfall
And the rainfall

Rain Chime

Silent Sun

I made this for my little sister; it's a string of cameos about the town where we were born and raised - a suburb of Newcastle Upon Tyne.  Low income, but real world, real people, real troubles, real joy, real love, real communities, real humour, real music, real life.  All in gloriously rough 1960's industrial working class North East England monochrome.

For those of you not from that part of the world, lyric translations back to English are available upon request. :)

Started as a scribble, pretended to be a poem for a while, then I decided to noodle along and then.....  Ah, you know how it is.....in Byker town.
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Byker Town

Wallpaper of steam trains
Where the sweeping headlights sprawled
‘Cross the ceiling to the old piano
Up against my bedroom wall
In ‘67 the lid came down
Never played again so fair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Cross the bridge to get to school
Rope swings underneath
Bull’s eyes from the slaughterhouse 
Bombed out rail yard stark relief
Billy Smart’s big top’s coming down
But I don’t care
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Stench of old men in the Raby Arms
A bottle of dog to take back yem
Dominos and baccy tins
Were all that mattered way back then
Every retail product to be found
In Ernie’s shop just six foot square
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Quayside Sunday mornings
Champion, just the job
A week of meat to feed the bairns
For only fower bob
Scranshins from the chippy van ‘round
The side door of the Mayfair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Sent out on the Wednesday
In Charlie Shepherd’s finest rags
Over to the smokies
To get free broken kippers by the bag
Dad got paid when Thursday came around
Treats for us to share
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Front step full of babbies
Grazed knees on skinny legs
Back lane rows of nappies
Her face is full of wooden pegs
He’s on the dole no work to be found
Torn bookie slips by his chair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Nets twitching down the road
Never washed in years
Kids with mucky faces 
Almost clean behind the ears
Never seem to have a frown
Owning only what they wear
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Give up all the baggage I’ve got now
Of life in disrepair
I’m walking back to Byker town
I’ll meet you there.

Byker Town

Racorded with Harley Benton SC-450, Vantage Bass and Fruity Loops. Drum patterns are taken from FL FPC plugin.

Conscientia

Part 74 of 266
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TAFFETA | Part 74

I've been empty, I've been humble
Been some kind of curiosity
I spent too many years imprisoned in a cell of pure hypocrisy
An eager tutor learned the time
But soon forgot the skills needed to count
I owe you big style oh you treasure
And by god owe you a large amount

CHORUS
I was all charged
I  was incomplete
Scratched up and scarred
But it seems I firmly fell on my feet
Wave the white flag
Ignore what I said
I had love jet lag
But then I kind of met you instead
So many talents
You don't know you have
We're losing our balance
To find it we require a Satnav
There's no hill to climb
There's no more I need
When it comes to my time
Surely you are my missing piece

Hear the cheering, hear the trumpets
Hear the carnival of chaos crash
I think I inadvertently created some kind of a front page splash

CHORUS

You're a jewel a pure treasure
You are everything that I could want
Would you like another cocktail in this Jamaican restaurant?

CHORUS

Missing Piece

I got a short term memory
Goldfish remember more than me
I forget half of what I do
Apart from time with you
Its tough when you are not around
I sulk and drop down to the ground
I tried to do what Prince did
But I removed no rib

CHORUS
Bed - We said
Head to bed
Or something just as fun instead

My heart is always yearning
A passion spiced and burning
Excuse my occasional flaws
I blame the manopause
To crave the icy finger
Then pray that it doth linger
I can't contain excitement
Lets just head up to the bed

CHORUS

My brain it sure is spinning
It did from the beginning
If anything its faster
I hope that I'm a Laster
To feel you in the morning
As the new day is dawning
I have an increasing head
Lets just head up to the bed

CHORUS

Something Just As Fun

Peace Wish

My heart's beating with some strange emotion
(What remains)
I think I swallowed an indian love potion
(What remains)
My heart cracked once and so did my liver
(What remains)
When half my life floated east down the river
(What remains)

CHORUS
But you're gorgeous
You're divine
So contagious
And all mine
Nothing tiresome
Nothing wanes
It's outrageous!

Black liquid that ran through my bones
(What remains)
My skin dented from too many stones
(What remains)
My back broke, I'm a little more brittle
(What remains)
I no longer play the second fiddle
(What remains)

CHORUS

Dark energy was sucked from my brain
(What remains)
Leaving nothing but an unsavoury stain
(What remains)
But I've recovered and I couldn't ask for better
(What remains)
Just hope what remains doesn't upset her
(What remains)

CHORUS
What remains

What Remains

Nights of Tokyo

I recorded lyrics of a new song that I wrote
this is open for collaboration "IF" you ask me

Don't Want You

'I ahatia te marama? No tona putanga ki waho kua pouri.'
Peace on Earth 🧡 For the Children's Future 

• Cello - Vicente Bueso (Sevilla) https://soundcloud.com/scienceteheran
• Guitar - Axel Weiß (Obernbreit) https://soundcloud.com/axelweis

(Complete tune: 'https://soundcloud.com/axelweis/pacem-science-teheran-axel-weiss')

more

Peace (Vicente Bueso & Axel Weiß)

Fiona Greasley (Electrometis) - Composition, Master Mix https://soundcloud.com/fiona-greasley?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing
Brian Butts - Guitar

Electrometis - The Tower (feat. Brian Butts)

Edie is the title track from the forthcoming LP, out 3rd June 2022
Video here, all ochre and gold https://youtu.be/sBuMe7vnbDE 
Thanks for listening x

Edie

She got a pocket full of mighty fine, fine intentions
She got a way, she got a way that somehow makes you feel good
She got a story full of love and hate and other complications
Got you hooked on her smile, hooked and hung on a hook. (x2)

She got a promise full of smoky red wine redemption
She makes you pay, she makes you pay as if she's drawing your blood
She got a black heart full of war and peace and other aggravation
Got you hooked on her smile, hooked and hung on a hook. (x2)

She got you hung on a hook
Hung on a hook, she got you hung on a hook
She got you hung on a hook

Little cat all alone like that, in ballet flats in the snow
Little cat all alone like that, hey Edie, where you gonna go?
Little cat all alone like that, in ballet flats in the snow
Little cat all alone like that, hey Edie, where you gonna go?
I say Edie, where you gonna go? 
Oooooooh Ooooooooh

Edie oh Edie oh black-hearted Edie
Littered, lost love-lorn and ghost
Edie oh Edie oh black-hearted Edie
The one that I still love the  most
Edie oh Edie oh black-hearted Edie
The one that I still love the most

Edie(c)2022steph sweet All Rights Reserved
Fender jag, 500 bass and vocals

Edie

edie video

Brian Butts - Guitar, Drums, Bass, Keyboard, Master Mix
Marc Freak - Vocals, Lyrics https://soundcloud.com/marcfreak?utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

DOWNFORCE
When the pressure subsides
As our worlds collide
And we can both confide
Our secrets learnt

As the downforce hits
And our giggling fits
Have us both in bits
Smiling but burnt

Stability maintained
As the downforce gained
Is the pressure just feigned
Or duly earnt?

CHORUS
And the pressures building up from inside
Yet I'm feeling more stable
And the pressures building up will subside

And the downforce
But neither want out
So we scream and shout
The pressure on

CHORUS

(Force felt / face melt / no doubt)

Neoteric

Bandcamp

Downforce (feat. Marc Freak)

Out of the Box August 2022
Good Vibrations

Vibrations

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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