FRED STZ MUSIC

The Long Dark Tea-Time of the Soul by FRED STZ

Yeah, two heads are better, three brains in the zone I got the Point of View Gun, and I’m sittin’ on the throne You think you know the story? Man, that’s your mistake I flip the script, you see the universe quake One squeeze of the trigger – BAM – your truth gets erased Now you feel what I feel: the galaxy’s my private space Heart of gold thrusters, pan dimensional glare You’re cryin’ in a corner...

Zaphod Beeblebrox by FRED STZ

Marvin’s Lament by FRED STZ

Dirk woke up with a theory and a bruise The universe said, Correlation, you lose Every link he traced, every ghost he chased Just earned him a slap right in the face He asked the sofa why the cat was dead Smack. That's causality, the sofa said He tried to think about interconnectedness The cosmos replied with open-palm aggressiveness He said, But cause and effect— WHACK. Wrong detect, detective. W...

SMACK. THINK. RESET by FRED STZ

The Vogon Verse (A Brain-Melting Groove) Step through the frood-proof airlock, don't let the panic bloom, The Vogon Constructor Fleet just slid into the room. A mandatory recital, and you cannot refuse to stay, Their poetry will flay your mind and throw the bits away. It's the thrum of the prose, a synaptic overdose, Your hippocampus starts to glitch and decompose. With a gruntbuggly, plurdled gro...

Holy State by FRED STZ

ZERO POINT ROUTINE by FRED STZ

The Invisible Hand (Is Up Your A...) by FRED STZ

An electro-punk and grunge side. A more experimental track in terms of mastering, and also a bit more radical. Enjoy the listen. We hope you like it!

Gaia's Fever Dream by FRED STZ

Poppies by FRED STZ

The Silent Train by FRED STZ

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....

Puppets by FRED STZ

(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...

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 n...

Bitter by FRED STZ

The Fear of Empty Space by FRED STZ

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 the...

We All Refuse to Die at the End by FRED STZ

A Shiver of Focus by FRED STZ

A Gaunge for the Void by FRED STZ

Collapse by FRED STZ