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"Love" - A Marc Freak Valentines Day Collection

Its no time its no year
Well I'm flying when the coasts looking clearer
I feel fine give a cheer
Hell I'm crying don't judge a book by appearance

In the past in the light
It fades fast well thank God I'm a fighter
Called to task scared of heights
So I'll bask in the heart of the sunlight

CHORUS
When you say the slightest word I'll come running
I only need a single word not two
The dreams are good the prospects sure are stunning
I think I get carried away

Its no time its a fact
I'm no Einstein indeed I'm mentally cracking
I'm fine but lets chat
And I pine when my batteries are failing

CHORUS

Carried Away

In a shot (bam) I'd flee from this land
To a distant place where we can walk hand in hand
Give it time (tic) we'd certainly click
I hope I've not been beaten by the ugly stick

CHORUS
Its true
Heaven is a place with you
We two

If I stare into space at your beautiful face
Its just because it takes me ti a much better place
In a short while I'll control my smile
I hope that you don't see me and you run for a mile

CHORUS

In a shot (bam) I'd flee from this land
I'm feeling so giddy that I can only half stand
My heart beat when I dream how we meet
Its fair to say you've gone and swept me off of my feet

CHORUS

Heaven is a Place With You

Creatures and plant life evolve but the worlds vaguely the same
I've a short shelf life
I've been the heir to fortune just in name

Picture a princess
Picture such a beauty as you wish
Though I may confess
I've picked up the most tasty dish

CHORUS
And I will always feel the same through pain and thunder
And I will always feel the same
And I will always feel the same until you cast me asunder
A chance to run dear as I'll always feel the same

Sat at a table staring gormless at your eyes
The best I'm able I'll lift you up into the skies

A voice mesmerising
It suits the accomplished written hand
You are so tantalising
I've a different wish than originally planned

CHORUS

The Same

You can't stop the waving frantic from the shore
I've sent all my loving and I'm still sending more

CHORUS
I'm simmering under
I'm testing understanding
I'm literally under your skin

I'm full of the wise cracks my stories the same
There are butterfly flutters each time when I see your name

CHORUS

I work like I'm clockwork in some ground hog day
I'm waffling endlessly and I don't go away

CHORUS

Under Your Skin

All We Have Is Now

I close my POTENCIAL BIÓTICO album with this contemporary revival of a philosophical song I wrote 19 years ago when my grandpa died.

Could describe it as a requiem for guitar quartet, 2 voices, rhythmic base & church bell (you may know the piano version at https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/sets/piano-sessions-2012 album).

A mostly slow piece with lotta soul and no artistic ambition (but a little ‘Pros&Cons’ air to the end ;).

Church bell sound built with kind help by https://soundcloud.com/spyro9474

Piano version: https://soundcloud.com/esemanolain-ruizzo/miedo-al-cambio-piano-version

Image: "Poppy fields in Benifallim", photo by Ruizzoidman

Letra / lyrics:

Miedo al cambio,  /  Fear of the change,
incómodo trabajo;  /  uncomfortable work;
molesto planteamiento:  /  annoying approach:
no me gusta lo inesperado.  /  I don’t like the unexpected.
  
A lo mejor es que no estoy acostumbrado  /  It is probably that I am not used
a ver las cosas cambiadas de sitio.  /  to see the things moved from place.
Ver a la gente irse al otro lado  /  Watching people going to the other side
es duro si piensas que todo  /  is hard if you think that everything
será siempre lo mismo.  /  will be always the same.

Ay, lo mismo ...  /  Ay, the same thing ...
ah, lo mismo ...  /  ah, the same thing ...
ay, lo mismo a mí...  /  ay, the same to me...
  
No he sabido reaccionar,  /  I didn’t know how to react,
atrapado en mi infantil ilusión   /  trapped in my infantile illusion
de que nada cambia,  /  where nothing changes,
ah, tengo que darme cuenta de lo que pasa,  /  ah, I must realize of what happens,
ay, tengo que salir de esta caja.  /  ah, I have to go out of this box.

a lo mejor es que no estoy acostumbrado  /  It is probably that I am not used
a las sorpresas de la vida,  /  to the surprises of life,
a nuevos planes que no había planeado,  /  to new plans I had not planned,
no me acostumbro a considerar  /  I don’t get used to consider
una opción distinta.  /  a different option.

Ay, distinta ...  /  Ay, different ...
ay, distinta ...  /  ay, different ...
ah, distinta a mí,  /  ah, different from me,
a mi pensamiento,   /  from my thought,
a mi forma de ser,   /  from my way of being,
a mi manera de verlo...  /  from the way I see it...

©1995 E-RUIZZO – ®2014 FRANCÉS RECORDS ;)

Miedo al cambio (Acostumbrado)

03 The Way I Feel

THE PICTURE
Written, Performed, Produced & Mastered
by Andrew Borderick Copyright 2020
Cover Artwork by Elke Fletcher (my Granddaughter)
YouTube Link https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mwZ2NQaqExM

LOOKING AT YOU, THE PICTURE SAYS A MILLION WORDS
JUST LOOK AT YOU, AND ON AND ON AND ON I GO

THINKING OF YOU, I COUNT THE DAYS THE WEEKS THE YEARS
I THINK I KNEW, A WAY TO FIND ANOTHER YOU

I.....I THINK ABOUT, THE TIMES WE HAD AND ALL THE FUN,
AND WHEN WE LAUGHED, TO SEE THE SUN COME UP AGAIN,
AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON.....

I WISHED FOR YOU, BUT NEVER ONCE DID BREAK THE BONE
STILL LOVING YOU, AND ON AND ON AND ON I GO

I.....I THINK ABOUT, THE TIMES WE HAD AND ALL THE FUN,
AND WHEN WE LAUGHED, TO SEE THE SUN COME UP AGAIN,
AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON.....
(BREAK)
I.....I THINK ABOUT, THE TIMES WE HAD AND ALL THE FUN,
AND WHEN WE LAUGHED, TO SEE THE SUN COME UP AGAIN,
AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON

AB Music

THE PICTURE (see info for video link)

Chant: Erick Campa
Paroles et Musique: Dominique Le Bars
High quality version: https://dominiquelebars1.bandcamp.com/track/un-homme-erick-campa

Un Homme

Don't worry, I'm not the ogre that its said I am
I'm broken from head to toe
Some rumours when written can crush a soul like mine
I was smitten for a year or two

CHORUS
I call in pain no love remains
We fall, blood stains, I can't let this happen again

Fake traction, fake everything in fact
I tried to hold you but I broke my back
What gumption to allege the lies alleged
If I'd guessed it I'd have done much worse

CHORUS

Ogre

Chirpy little pop song about rough sex.

NEANDERTHAL WOMAN
I can't comprehend you
Believe all that's said
Put the feelings aside
You're nothing but park and ride

Access all areas
Come on join the crowd
Ignore the stagnant stench
Dive in with buttocks clenched

CHORUS
Don't mean to hurt you love, or do destroy your pride
But if I touch/tap your skull its hollow inside
So limited but wonderful, primitive Neanderthal woman, woman
Easy come, easy go, primitive Neanderthal woman, woman, woman

I'm powerless to stop you
You can't change your ways
Some aspects are pleasing, yet
Diseases you can't forget

You carry a burden
You're ridden bare back
Spurt out small words so gruff
Sounds like you like it rough

CHORUS

Neanderthal Woman

Christ I'm crazy, or just afraid, see
I'll make it up with love
The barrier's broken and now we've spoken
I'll pray to the above

'Cause I was frightened more than you would believe
My hands were shaking, I'm sure that you could see
A little luck - you're also trembling at me
You do not stop
And when our eyes met I sensed we were alike
I held your hand and we danced into the night
A little love - you're scared but I promise I don't bite
A little love, a little love, a little love

When the night ends, we part as just friends
My heart is torn apart
So familiar, we are far too similar
And its over before it starts

All the courage it took to make my move
Is wasted like the time I spent with you
What little luck - when I thought some luck was due
It all breaks up
Why such surprise as I've felt this way before
I'm so low that my chin touches the floor
So little love, next time I see you I'll ignore
Our little love, little love, little love
So little love, little love, little love

Little Love

First song made by Fireclub, just another Indie Rock Band.

Another Background Song

Dedicated to Hazel and Fred Hill Hazel was Fred Hills  13 year old  daughter who just before world war 2 helped her father Fred Hill design the ability of the Spitfire to have its fire power increased from 4 guns to 8 guns at 8 guns the spitfire only just had enough fire power to destroy the German Airforce with its 2 second bursts had this not been done the outcome of Battle of Britian would have had a different  out come

Only 2 Seconds

Your beauty excites and it blinds
You truly are dressed to the nines
You're one of my favourite finds of all
Your smile also makes me smile
Which I have not done in a while
Lets walk hand in hand down the aisle this fall

CHORUS
And I question is that me?
Is it just some fantasy?
Could it all break in a heartbeat heartbreak
I would never let that be

I've pages and pages of lines
Of how you are dressed to the nines
You simply are just sublime it seems
Your laugh also makes me laugh
We roll around the floor really daft
I wanted, I prayed and I have the dream

CHORUS

Your beauty excites and it blinds
You truly are dressed to the nines
You're one of my favourite finds of all
Favourite finds of all

Dressed To The Nines

I'd swim through seas of fire and brimstone
To nestle in your arms
I'd fight the dragons and slay the monsters
To protect you from harm

CHORUS
What I'd do to get to you
And these promises are true
I have no super strength
I have no secret route
I just battle through

I'd climb the tallest most jagged mountain
And I'd sleep within the snow
I'd walk upon a ledge of spikes
And I'd take the mightiest blow

CHORUS

What I’d Do To Get To You

The past is crawling under my skin
Like black metal wires feeding with my flesh
Being and Nothingness
In the darkness of the universe.

With shiny unseen species of deadly butterflies
Take me back to the day I was a stranger to your lies.

Blindly yet awaken down on fascination street
Where birds are falling on the ground
In a joyful play of life and death
One after another
Dying and making no sound.

I'm a visionaire, I'm always visiting the same ruins
And they never change not even if it rains
Taller than me in concrete paralysis
In absolute stability defying mortality.

Monoliths of anger and sorrow
Chosen by no one
Living in the present like there's no tomorrow
I don't belong to anyone.

Being And Nothingness

I'm sure you'd never be bored
'cause what's to be bored with what we have
It's pure, we play the same chord
And what a great chord that makes me smile and laugh

CHORUS
I can hear you breathe when I wake at night
Then I realise that I'm just dreaming
But I feel a warmth from your body held tight
This time I tell it true
This song is about you

I'm sure you'd never be bored
'cause what's to be bored with what we have
There's no cure for the feeling you've stirred
But please keep on stirring - I'm crush starved

CHORUS

This Song Is About You

Lizzie knew the rhymes, thanks so much :)

Lyrics, Vocals: @taylor-pentland
Music, Guitars (Les Paul, Midtown, don't know), Bass (P), Drums (AD2), Mellotron (Redtron), Mix & Mastering (DAW): @bonetender

Artwork: @taylor-pentland / Lizzie Pentland / www.talenthouse.com/lizzie-pentland

========== Lyrics ==========
In time you come to wait
No pressure down inside
For the gypsy has long time fled
Only fragments stir the mind

Woah, don't you feel it coming
Don't you feel it coming
Here it comes a calling tonight, yeah
Here it comes a calling, and you flinch back like a child

Now down the line, you've erased
Where the rules were never learned
But the senses they rise so fine
And flood your heart again
And you said that you never knew the rhymes
Of the words that were bled
And the codes, they ran out and died
In the caverns of your head

Ohh, don't you feel it coming, don't you feel it coming, don't you feel it coming tonight, yeah
Here it comes a calling, and you flinch back like a child, yeah
Swamping you with all its might, yeah
Feel it coming, swamping you tonight, tonight, tonight
Feel it near tonight....

Ohhh....the morning light
Ohhh...come inside, come inside, yeah,yeah

Woah, don't you feel it coming etc etc etc......

©Lizzie & Bonetender 2020 All Rights Reserved

Feel It Coming

Feel It Coming (with Lizzie Taypen)

When Joey wrote out his Christmas list
Many years before The Ramones existed
He made a wish and to his surprise
Santa Claus appeared before his eyes

CHORUS
And Joey he went Hey! Hey! Hey!
And Santa Claus went Ho Ho Ho
And Joey gave out a Hey! Hey! Hey!
And both of them sang Hey Ho! Let's Go
It's Christmas
It's Christmas time

A leather jacket and some drain pipe jeans
Were on the list as well as other things
Santa had a sherry and Joey a mince pie
They rocked some Christmas carols well into the night

CHORUS

Joey unwrapped a mean pair of shades
The same pair that he wore for decades
One too many sherrys Santa's drunk as a skunk
Joey is a kid and Santa is a punk

CHORUS

When Joey Met Santa (Hey Ho!  Its Christmas)

In the darkness you light my way
When I'm speechless you say what I want to say
Lets just face it this is the only way
You're the one voice that helps me through the day

CHORUS
I know its a struggle to believe
I know from all the stories that I weave
I know that you've always been the one for me

If I was offered a plate of gold
Far more treasure than I could ever hold
Although I was baked in a greedy mould
For you I would swap all of the money in the world

CHORUS

I would walk through the gates of hell
I would fight through the fiercest battle
I'd still be standing as the mightiest fell
And there's no doubting that we just plain gel

CHORUS

In the darkness you light my way
When I'm speechless you say what I want to say

CHORUS

You’ve Always Been The One For Me

witchwood

One of my best friends ended up in a closed psychiatric ward a few years ago after a psychotic episode. He stayed there for a total of eight months. And I visited him there almost every week. 
I met doctors and nurses there who lovingly and empathetically cared for the mentally ill people on the ward. 
Nevertheless, despite all the commitment, the feeling remained that the patients were often separated from the helpers by an invisible wall. That the patients lived in a world which remained to a large extent strange and incomprehensible to the doctors, nurses and also relatives (as it did for me as the best friend). 
This basic feeling gave the impulse for the title of this song and the following lyrics. 

You don‘t know them

They sit under the water tap
The dull madness is reflected in their face

They have been declared insane 
Deflowered and dishonoured

Locked in a darkroom
With the label „Not worth living“

Their language is as a word salad
Banished to the madhouse

And I yell at them:
You commit slander against them
You degrade them to slaughter cattle
And again and again and again I scream:

You don't know them!

They were sent to the desert ice 
Far from the divine circle of life

Even as a child they were abandoned 
In their soul indelibly wounded

Their parents have turned away, 
They have never known this scum

The community sits at the table of gifts 
High shut, doors closed.

And I yell at them:
You commit slander against them
You degrade them to slaughter cattle
And again and again and again I scream
And again and again and again I scream
And again and again and again I scream:
You don't know them!

Einer meiner besten Freunde landete vor einigen Jahren nach einem psychotischen Schub in der geschlossenen Psychiatrie. Insgesamt acht Monate blieb er dort. Und ich besuchte ihn dort fast jede Woche. 
Ich begegnete dort Ärzten und Pflegern, die sich liebevoll und einfühlsam um die psychisch kranken Menschen auf der Station kümmerten. 
Dennoch blieb bei allem Engagement das Gefühl zurück, dass die Patienten häufig eine unsichtbare Wand von den Helfern trennte. Dass die Patienten in einer Welt lebten, die zu einem guten Teil für die Ärzte, Pfleger und auch Angehörigen (wie für mich als bester Freund) fremd und unverstehbar blieb. 
Dieses Grundgefühl gab den Anstoß für den Titel dieses Songs und den darauf basierenden Text.

Ihr kennt sie nicht

Sie sitzen unterm Wasserhahn
Im Gesicht spiegelt sich der dumpfe Wahn

Man hat sie verrückt erklärt, 
Entjungfert und entehrt

In einer Dunkelkammer eingesperrt
Mit dem Etikett nicht lebenswert

Ihre Sprache wird als Wortsalat
In das Irrenreich verbannt

Und ich schrei sie an:
Ihr rufmordet sie 
Ihr degradiert sie zum Schlachtvieh
Und wieder und wieder schrei ich:
Ihr kennt sie nicht!

Man schickte sie ins Wüsteneis 
Weit entfernt vom göttlichen Lebenskreis

Schon als Kind hat man sie ausgesetzt, 
In der Seele unauslöschbar verletzt

Ihre Eltern haben sich abgewandt 
Diesen Abschaum haben sie doch nie gekannt

Die Gemeinschaft sitzt am Gabentisch 
Hochgeschlossen, Türen zu

Und ich schrei sie an:
Ihr rufmordet sie 
Ihr degradiert sie zum Schlachtvieh
Und wieder und wieder schrei ich
und wieder und wieder schrei ich
und wieder und wieder schrei ich:
Ihr kennt sie nicht!

You don`t know them

You Don´t Know Them

It has been a hard year with not a lot to smile about - stressful fear that all will not end in a positive way. But now the fear is going away and there is hope once again. But so many are not here to share that.  There is much sadness in many people's lives. Where will be one year from now? Will we have a new appreciation for the life we had - the one we took for granted? A year ago we had no idea what we were going to go through. So we can smile now.  Not a big smile yet, because we haven't reached the light at the end of the tunnel. We smile a melancholy smile built on hope for our future

A Melancholy Smile

LEA LEA C’EST LUI C’EST PAS MOI
LE PÈRE NOËL EST EN RETARD MAIS IL A UNE BONNE EXCUSE IL S’EST PERDU DANS LA NATURE DE TES PEINTURES
COMME DANS UN RÊVE
A MOINS QUE LÉGÈREMENT STONY IL NE SE SOIT DÉDOUBLÉ OU QU’IL AIT JOUÉ À CACHE-CACHE AVEC UN SCARABÉE SOMEWHERE UNDER THE CLOUD
OU DANS UN VENT DE SABLE PROBABLE
LEA LEA LIFE IS ONCE A MIRAGE
LA VIE PASSE ET LE VENT POUSSE
A LA VA COMME JE TE POUSSE TEL UN OURS SOUS LA GRANDE OURSE
SUR SES ÉCHASSES
I TOOK A WALK J’AI REFAIT LE FILM À L’ENVERS
DE PANAME À SAN FRANCISCO EN PASSANT PAR LA BRETAGNE LA TRAVERSÉE DU DÉSERT ESCALADÉ LA MONTAGNE
QUI N’ÉTAIT QU’UN INSECTE EN FAIT
I SAW ANN-SO AND I SAW LAUREN AND CECILE
HAND IN HAND WALKING ALONG SOME ELEVATED LAKE
WITH REFLECTIONS IN THEIR EYES OF THE NEONS ON THE HILL AND A BIG CAKE OF LOVE IN THEIR HEART FOR YOU TO BAKE
LEA LEA LIFE IS TWICE A MIRAGE
LA VIE POUSSE ET LE TEMPS PRESSE TILL THE DAY YOU SEE AT LAST
A SLENDER SILHOUETTE FROM THE PAST
J’AI VOYAGÉ DES DEUX CÔTÉS DE LA FRONTIÈRE
CROISÉ MOLLY SUR L’ÎLE AUX POISSONS ROUGES
CIRCÉ DAMIEN VÉNUS ET JOSÉPHINE
MALIK ET GUILLAUME SEMBLAIENT TOUS AVOIR LE GROOVE
LEA LEA C’EST LUI C’EST PAS MOI
C’EST ISLAM QUI DE SA CARTE DU TENDRE T’ENVOIE LA BALLE QUE JE RENVOIE MERCENAIRE À LA COMMANDE
CES MOTS D’AMOUR EN BOOMERANG
LEA LEA LIFE IS 3 TIMES A MIRAGE
LE TEMPS PASSE MAIS RIEN NE PRESSE AND WETHER WE ARE A SPHINX
OR JUST A SMOKY PRINCE
I THINK WE ALL SHOULD TAKE A BREATH
QUEL BEAU VOYAGE OH WHAT A PLEASANT DREAM
TOUS CES AMIS CES PAYSAGES DONT J’AI OUBLIÉ LE NOM
 MAIS JE RESTE SOUS L’EMPRISE UNDER THE PIGEON SPELL D’UN PETIT PONT SUSPENDU UN PETIT PONT DE SINGE
DE TOUS LES CRATÈRES DE LA LUNE DE LEURS MERS ÉVAPORÉES RESTE LA MÈRE DES ÉCUMES ET SES AMOURS ENSORCELÉS
LES PINCEAUX, LA PEINTURE TOUT UN MONDE IMAGINÉ
DES FORÊTS, DES ÉTANGS, DES RIVAGES ENSOLEILLÉS
LEA LEA LIFE IS BUT A MIRAGE
OU LE VENT CHASSE LES PENSÉES JUSTE UN SENTIER QUI SERPENTE PLANTÉ D’UNE TULIPE UNIQUE
LEA LEA PARDON POUR LE PÈRE NOEL
ET PARDON TOUS CE TOUT CEUX QUE J’AI OUBLIÉS SOMETHING NEW THIS I KNOW IS AWAITING THERE FOR YOU ALL YOU’VE GOT TO DO IS LISTEN TO
RADIO TOWER BLUE

RADIO TOWER BLUE (Lyrics) song for Lea

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?