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MAURA

Final Flight

Brian Butts - Guitar, Drums, Bass, Keyboards, Production https://soundcloud.com/brian-butts-565934842
Marc Freak - Vocals, Lyrics/Melody

BOXED IN
Maybe I'm paranoid or just dumb
I'm trying to work out where I'm from and why
And do I even have a name?
Feels like I'm boxed in once again
Its time to fly

CHORUS
Feeling less able and slightly unstable each day
Caught like a fly in a web and I can't fly away
Feeling less able and slightly unstable each day
I think I'm boxed in and not feeling a thing
Life is grey

The jokes I'm cracking with a straight face
I'm told there's a time and a place to go
I'm picture perfect picture this
I've always been so hit and miss
Oh no!

CHORUS

Boxed In (Brian Butts and Marc Freak)

Flood

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Descendant

“Quiet Before the Dawn” is a cinematic, minimal piano composition built for emotional moments in film.
The piece unfolds with quiet tension, subtle movement, and atmospheric depth — perfect for dramatic short films, reflective storytelling, and scenes that need a soft but powerful underscore.

Quiet Before the Dawn .mp3

Vo-rit-ia

A warm, intimate instrumental built on contrast: snow on my skin﻿, but fire underneath the skin. Lush mallets, emotional violas, a huge bass line and evolving synths weave together like a modern piece of chamber music, slow-burning and detailed rather than chasing a quick drop. It feels like walking alone at night, when every thought is louder and every sensation is sharper—minimal on the surface, but with 35 layers of hidden movement underneath.

snow on my skin

Happy Birthday my precious Aviel.. Ma Ma loves you so..

When I Close My Eyes

A lament for John Franklin who disappeared in the Arctic leading a nautical expedition to find a sea passage around the North Pole in the 1800s.   The words and tune are traditional, except for the intro-outro which is a short tune I composed called "A long drink of water". The picture is a detail from "Among the Ice Flows" in the Washington National Gallery public domain collection. Available on Spotify/Apple Music/Deezer.

Also available on Spotify/Apple Music.

Lyrics:
Twas homeward bound one night on the Dee
Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep
I dreamed a dream and I dreamed it true
Concerning Lord Franklin and his gallant crew

With a hundred sailors he sailed away
To the long lost ocean in the month of May
To seek that passage around the pole
Where we poor sailors do sometimes go

In Baffin's Bay where the whales do blow
His ship on mountains of ice did go
Only the Eskimo with his skin canoe
Was the only one that ever came through

And now my story it gives me pain
For my long lost Franklin I will sail the main
Ten thousand pounds would I freely give
To know that on Earth my Lord Franklin does live

Twas homeward bound one night on the Dee
Swinging in my hammock I fell asleep
I dreamed a dream and I dreamed it true
Concerning Lord Franklin and his gallant crew

Final Flight

Power of Zero