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Marc thought his song “Painless Persuasion v the Meathawk Immaculate” would make a good companion for this interview. Diane: Marc, anything special you want to talk about to our readers? Marc: Yeah, I guess. Seems like there is a lot of unrest there right now huh? Diane: Yes, I guess things are changing. It seems like…
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The gilded cage of a withered lily Shines brightly in the rays of the moon Orpheus descends upon the scene Eyeing with discernment Its once held beauty A petal drops noiselessly to the floor Heard only by the ghosts of the ancient hall As another day dawns The remnants are swept away by the wind…
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(Last night, I met up with Marc sitting cross-legged on the floor of a white gazebo in a garden playing a guitar.) Diane: Anything special you would like to talk about tonight Marc? Marc: The stars…can you see them – aren’t they the most beautiful things you’ve ever seen? Diane: What are you doing? Marc:…
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(This was written to his fans and Marc asked that it be posted on the anniversary of his passing.) I am not all that you seek But I am more than a clue To ride the winds of freedom By the light of the moon You ask for me often Though I haven’t gone far Listen…
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Dewdrops fall over the vine In the morning I think I wish you were mine In troubled times I forget The sins of youth And lay my head down For the slumber of the winds To love as I do is The blessing of my soul With you forever in my arms With you forever…
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Diane: So have you been doing any of your gypsy exploring recently? Marc: No…I’ve been staying here for awhile – closer to earth so we can more easily talk. I’ll probably go further afield next week. I get hit with a lot of energy this time of year (around the anniversary of his passing). Diane:…
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Fuchsia skin cat gives a baby a nap And stretches its fur All covered in pearls It’s a quake of a wake It’s a heck of a gas The throne of a king It isn’t the last Better to have a frog prince in bed When you’re not the one living Inside of your head…
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The lighthouse of fate Sends a beacon to Mars To capture lost dreams That ricochet off cars The glitterball of time Closes the drapes of lust And washes away hearts That have crumbled to dust The cobweb of hope From birth till we die Weaves bumble bee souls From hives in the sky The mystery…
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Diane: I believe that you want to talk about having past lives that weren’t in the public eye. What did you want to say about that? Marc: Well just this…that we are all immortal beings. My coming now as Marc might bring attention to this fact, but that doesn’t make me more important than anyone…
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Diane: I wanted to ask you how the song writing process went for you. I know you told me before that it could be fast, but any other details? Marc: Well I liked to be alone really. It was better that way. I could connect to my muse. I didn’t know then where I was…