FRED STZ MUSIC

By FRED STZ

We are NOIR GRIS GRIS, a music band of Fred STZ (composer) and Kipanga Cha Radi (lead vocal), passionate about pop music, world music and rock. Our music reflects the world before our eyes—its shades ... more

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March 04, 2026 The New Order
Hair. Strict hat. Filed.
Windows on the administrative courtyard.
My fingers tap. Tap. White forms.
Each checked name. A street. Empty. Now.
It's the new order, the city is clean this morning
I walk in the footsteps of history, a file under my arm
My heart is a metal filing cabinet, locked tight
It's the new order, I don't feel a thing, you see?
Ulysses. Loud laugh. Danced. The living room.
Hands. Jane's shoulders. Sun. Too much.
Never liked. That music.
Noise. Flesh. Chaos. No reason. None.
It's the new order, the city is clean this morning
I walk in the footsteps of history, a file under my arm
My heart is a metal filing cabinet, locked tight
It's the new order, I don't feel a thing, you see?
Blue lights. Flashing. This morning. My window.
They took him. Him. The net.
Sister. Screaming. Telephone.
Paper. Dust. I wipe it away. Look.
Tap, tap, tap... I saw nothing... Tap, tap... Not my brother... Tap, tap... It's the order.
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5min
March 02, 2026 Puppets
Puppets by FRED STZ
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6min
March 01, 2026 Belly Drum
(Verse 1)
White corridor
Permit stamped
Sterile needle
Future clamped
(Verse 2)
She keeps the seed
Under tongue
Moon bleeding
Womb unsung
(Chorus)
Belly drum
Fugitive pulse
Running silent
Through the result
(Verse 3)
Data scream
Tracker beep
Warm salt sheets
Fugitive sleep
(Verse 4)
Quota filled
Rich breed pure
Her crime:
A door
(Chorus)
Belly drum
Fugitive pulse
Running silent
Through the result
(Verse 5)
License babies
Gated wombs
Her belly
Signs its runes
(Verse 6)
Checkpoint hum
Fake ID
Train station
Trembling knee
(Chorus)
Belly drum
Fugitive pulse
Running silent
Through the result
(Verse 7)
Safe house dark
Fugitive friends
Whisper network
Noose extends
(Verse 8)
Ultrasound
Illegal screen
Fingers toes
What this means
(Chorus)
Belly drum
Fugitive pulse
Running silent
Through the result
(Verse 9)
Hunted blood
Kicks inside
Hiding places
Dawn denied
(Verse 10)
Helicopter
Searchlight cuts
Forest floor
Fugitive guts
(Chorus)
Belly drum
Fugitive pulse
Running silent
Through the result
(Verse 11)
Border close
Mountain steep
What they sow
She won't reap
(Verse 12)
Cliff edge
Sea below
Tidal pull
No more tow
(Chorus)
Belly drum
Fugitive pulse
Running silent
Through the result
(Verse 13)
Officers shout
Mothers rights
She steps out
Into light
(Verse 14)
Falling free
Water skin
Two heartbeats
One last spin
(Chorus)
Belly drum
Fugitive pulse
Running silent
Through the result
(Verse 15)
Waves take
What they claim
No permit
No name
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5min
February 28, 2026 The Unborn
Small hands that didn't ask to hold
This ticket to a world so cold
Woke to the sound of a slamming door
A love that was, but is no more
Watched the light in their eyes go dim
A kingdom lost on a childish whim
Just a boy with a question mark
Standing silent in the dark
Oh, the circus came to town
With a painted smile and a thunderous sound
They tried to teach me how to wear the chain
To smile and nod and feel the pain
But the child I was still asks the sky
"Why was I born beneath this sky?"
Then to a prison called a school
They tried to shape me as their tool
To make me fit a little square
To kill the dream and plant despair
They laughed because I walked alone
A different drum, a softer tone
I learned my skin was not the right
In their harsh and blinding light
Oh, the circus came to town
With a painted smile and a thunderous sound
They tried to teach me how to wear the chain
To smile and nod and feel the pain
But the child I was still asks the sky
"Why was I born beneath this sky?"
Then came the hunger for a hand to hold
A story different from the one they told
But the mirror showed a face of flaws
A boy who'd learned to hide because
The ghosts of home were in my veins
The echo of their old refrains
So I found ghosts of my own to keep
In a hazy, numb and dreamless sleep
The world then said it's time to climb
To sell your soul a dime at a time
To wear the mask and play the game
For fortune, status, and for fame
To step upon a brother's hand
To be a king in this barren land
But the boy inside just shook his head
He chose the living instead of the dead
Oh, the circus came to town
With a painted smile and a thunderous sound
They tried to teach me how to wear the chain
To smile and nod and feel the pain
But the child I was still asks the sky
"Why was I born beneath this sky?"
So here I stand beneath the light
With a wooden guitar to sing the night
I am the man that boy became
I cannot play their cruel, sad game
I have no answers for the sky
I only have this lullaby
For the one who didn't ask to be
For the silent child, for you, for me
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5min
February 27, 2026 Bitter
Bitter by FRED STZ
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5min
February 27, 2026 The Fear of Empty Space
The Fear of Empty Space by FRED STZ
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4min
February 24, 2026 Condemned
The rain falls with a soft and determined cruelty
A tiny hammer on a nail, in a box I'm growing used to
I sit here in the dusk, the shadows they stretch long
Like the fingers of the night, playing a forgotten song
And I grind my thoughts, between the stones of memory and dread
Till the living ideas are just ashes on the bed
Just a fine, grey dust where something beautiful once grew
I see it in their eyes, the old dark flower blooms
Pushing up through cracked pavements, in our living rooms
A brutal poetry sprayed upon the wall
The chosen silence that precedes the fall
It's the harvest of the cold machine, the gospel of the sale
Leaving hollow men, a fleet and a frail
Ready for the hard, simple music of the fascist drum
And I am too old now to believe in hope
We have learned nothing from our mistakes, after all
Just a pendulum swinging on a fraying rope
Waiting for the shadow of the axe to fall
I am too old now to believe in hope
I feel like a man in a cell at dawn
Listening for the crunch of boots upon the lawn
The world outside my window is a painted stage
For my own final act of impotent rage
My family, my republic, lies fractured in the cold
The story that we shared is finished and is told
Love has packed its bags and left this house of wind
Every empire's end is written in its own beginning
A language written in the blood we refuse to stop spinning
From the argument, the fist, to the shattered windowpane
To the march, the war, the mass grave in the rain
A story told a thousand times, a plague upon us sent
And I am just a witness, too tired to repent
'Cause I am too old now to believe in hope
We have learned nothing from our mistakes, after all
Just a pendulum swinging on a fraying rope
Waiting for the shadow of the axe to fall
I am too old now to believe in hope
I watch a car pass, hissing on the wet street
Someone in a warm room, in a warm, forgetting sleep
I am not certain I want to see another sun
This weary weight of knowing, this race I haven't won
The thought returns, not a scream, just a sigh
A low and worn-out sound, as the well runs dry
I am too old now
Too old
We have learned nothing
Nothing at all
The bones of the evening, scattered by the wind
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5min
February 19, 2026 We All Refuse to Die at the End
We All Refuse to Die at the End by FRED STZ
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4min
February 13, 2026 A Shiver of Focus
A Shiver of Focus by FRED STZ
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6min
February 12, 2026 A Gaunge for the Void
A Gaunge for the Void by FRED STZ
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5min

FAQs about FRED STZ MUSIC:

How many episodes does FRED STZ MUSIC have?

The podcast currently has 316 episodes available.