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Too Many Ghosts
02:50
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There are too many ghosts in my head
The bleak reminders of the things that I did
What I said to you should not have been said
I'm going crazy, with too many ghosts
There are too many ghosts in my head
CHORUS
In my head - You have to have a fantasy
In my head - I'm a figure of hypocrisy
In my head - I'm hanging high from legacy
There are too many ghosts in my head
But that's expected from the life that I led
I'm treading paths that I have already tread
How can I sleep with too many ghosts
There are too many ghosts in my head
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Fish
02:03
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When I hear your name I cough
You've spoilt my life enough
Your vocal chords took off and just got higher
Higher
If I could erase you sure I would
But the memories were good
Its not a bad childhood
But its not mine
Minors beware
CHORUS
If you hear the rumour mill
And the nagging doubts there still
Don your fancy cap and frills
Peeping through the window sill
Controversy served on a dish
You can sue me if you wish
But the scandal tastes delicious if you fish
A very distinct style
I'd spot you from a mile
Its written in my file
That caught on fire
Fire
At the thought of you I retch
I'm doing a nude sketch
So try hard not to letch
To pass the time
Timer
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Under Your Skin
04:02
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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
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Famous Once I'm Dead
04:34
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Its a tonic to be writing this song
I knew all along that I'm teetering (on the edge)
So moronic that it all came out wrong
There's no golden gong whilst I'm living
Hold the front page
In my obituary people will see I had something
I'm holding back rage
Because it is only me that knows what I could be and I'm suffering
CHORUS
(What's left?) So don't listen to a word I've said
(What's right?) I'm a genius in my own head
(Turn left) So don't listen to a word I've said
(I'm right / hold tight)
Like a book not yet read, I'll be famous once I'm dead
(What's left?) So don't listen to a word I've said
(What's right) I can't bother to get out of bed
(Turn left) So don't listen to a word I've said
Like Van Gogh's mutilated head I'll be famous once I'm dead
Clap!
Oh you may well have guessed that I'm self confessed high acumen
Don't turn the tap as my ego exists
I'm just a narcissist again and again
There's a truth I have too many songs
That I knew all along but couldn't stop it
Oh the youth of today have it wrong
So just please sing along to the catchy bit!
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Intrusion
03:09
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Don't say I'm the problem not the solution
I'm sorry for the long and slow intrusion
Pass my coat and pass the moment
Excuse the slack in my atonement
My mind is warped my speech is slurring
I'm not aware of what's occurring
Don't say I'm the problem not the solution
I'm sorry for the long and slow intrusion
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The Same
04:36
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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
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Magic
02:56
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Sometimes life is like a roleplay game
But whatever path you take the ends the same
I rolled a pair of dice
I turned to the next page
I'm not cut out to be a mage
I started turning left then turned a right
I faced a dragon and a python bite
To roll a pair of dice
And turn another page
I should be past this by my age
CHORUS
Is there really magic that will bind us?
Is there really magic at all?
Is there something reachable inside of us?
Is there really something at all?
I'm afraid to say that I cheat at games
But however hard I try the ends the same
I rolled a pair of dice
And turned another page
But I'm still stuck at this same stage
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No Longer The Bee Knees
02:09
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Given half a chance
I would run a mile - You're so vile
We are twice the size we were
But somehow when you smile - I crumble
CHORUS
We're no longer the bees knees
That's a matter of fact
But there's something these eyes see
Through the layers of fat
(I'm scared of what I'm looking at)
I was once a beanpole
And you were sweet and slender - so tender
Through the years we've both ballooned
And I doubt that it will end there - we simply don't care
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Woohoo
04:00
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Ambitiously gazing
I really have nothing else to do
The talents amazing
And no-one else seems to have much clue
Unleash the ego free
How many words can fit a page?
Ok so you're better than me
But at least I can calm my inner rage
CHORUS
Everybody's lapping up all that you can do
What's it like to always have so much to prove?
I'm sitting firm but my muscles really want me to move
This is the most amazing music but I can't approve
Woohoo!
The bars set at great height
But that leaves a long distance to fall
A small push and you might be in the gutter after all
This may sound pedantic
There may be just some jealousy within
I'm hair plucking frantic
And losing when it should be win-win
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Beneath the Setting Sun
05:00
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Time is short
The desert sand (the joys abound)
Each grain has memories yet to have been found
Stubborn grit
Irritates the eye (the grain to die)
I'm making my run to launch and to fly
Cigar lit
Like in the film (from birth to doom)
I've been dreaming this existence since the womb
Catch the speed
Feel the shot (like time forgot)
I cannot believe that's really all you've got
CHORUS
In a world where life has frozen firm
Beneath the setting sun
I sit and ponder what a person I have gone and become
Beware the outlaws gun
Crumpled poster
Saying dead or alive (with violence rife)
Hold my hand up in surrender - I lived a good life
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Marc Freak London, UK
Musician, author, photographer and life model. 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. Former frontman of Freak Circus and Dead Joe.
Blending all of these styles together and spewing them out in his own way. That is, when he isn't playing glam rock with Weymouth based Glass Spiders!
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