FRED STZ MUSIC

The last song od the "SALT" LP

Welcome, little lamb, to the rhythm and the hum, Where the sacred river whispers, to the beat of the drum. The fire paints the stories on the velvet of the night, And you, my chosen pigment, will make the pattern bright... A slip? A gift of truth, revealed in the gleam. Come closer, precious thread, and join the waking dream. I am the Loom, the Weaver, for all eternity. Your soul, a vibrant colour...

The collector (avec Chloé VIATGE) by FRED STZ

Swine Cigar smoke and boardroom gloss Your world is built on a woman's loss A handshake deal, a leering smile You've been propped up for such a long while Your punchline's a lawsuit, your joke's a threat A kingdom of glass, and you're starting to sweat. Cut-up line, spoken in a whisper over the riff: "The old man's club... membership is bleeding out." You're the last pig at the trough! Squealing f...

Tactile Sighs by FRED STZ

[Verse 1] They tell me land of brave is home of free But all I see is barbed wire staring back at me Left the dust, the drone hum, the blood-soaked street For a concrete cage where fear and hopeless meet My name's a number, my story, a lie they tell Traded my heaven for a brand new hell From a war zone's fury to a silent scream Chasing the tatters of a busted-up dream Yeah... just a busted-up drea...

The city breathes in neon gasps and diesel fumes... I'm a ghost in its machine, a beat-down prophet in the concrete cathedral. And in the refraction of a million raindrops on a taxi window... I see her. A silhouette sketched on the fog, a whisper tangled in the subway's roar. My Mirage. Just a flicker in the corner of my eye! A face in the crowd that I memorize! A promise that the static world den...

The taste of salt upon the air, A rhythm that we came to share. Your lips, they part, a wordless dare, A syncopated, trembling prayer. Our bodies hum a mutant chord, A harmony we can't afford. Your fragile form begins to shake, A silent promise I must make. My fingers trace, for heaven's sake, The yielding shoreline of your lake. The pendulum begins to swing, A dizzy, docile, waiting thing. And we...

The coffeehouse steam, a beatnik's dream, You're a king in a world of scat and scribbled verse. Your eyes hold a truth, a raw and ruthless proof, That shatters my calm, for better or worse. You talk 'bout Kerouac, the road, the knack, Your confidence is a fortress, a towering stack. And I'm just a cat, with a worn-out hat, Trying to find a crack, imagine that. But then you laugh, and the sun break...

The Singularity's Embrace (Remaster) by FRED STZ

A tribute to Stevie Nicks I believe in the collision In this world's deep, gathering night When your gaze, and your slow-smile Douse my fears in sudden light. And I can, step by step, approach the now, And in your absences, I drink the moments that allow. Why did we bring these children in, Love them with a furious heart, When the world at dusk is closing in And tears their future right apart? We...

The screen is bleeding neon bright, a circus of the damned Another city turned to dust, another promised land They draw the lines in banker's gold, they sign the deal in blood While we are counting empty shells, and drowning in the mud They talk of flags and destiny, a patriotic lie While underneath the rubble, a forgotten child will cry [Chorus] Outside of their concrete Eden, yeah! Outside of th...

For a scumbag french ex-president ! "Innocent! I'm completely innocent! These allegations are a witch hunt! A conspiracy by the weak to destroy a great man!" Standing on the podium, with a plastic smile Pointing at the cameras, lying all the while Says the money in his pocket came from honest enterprise But we all saw the backhand deals right in front of our eyes "You can't prove a thing!" he scre...

An other track for the tribute for Palestine album.

Je l'ai vu by FRED STZ

This piece is dedicated to the people of Palestine, to the suffering children. It is a cry against this heinous massacre perpetuated by those who were once victims. Violence is an endless curse that feeds on the anger of the people and their death instincts. This must stop!

A piece that is a bit different from our usual compositions, which questions the act of bringing a child into the world in the current times of barbarism. The child asks his parents why? Why throw him into this world of anxiety and pain. Hoping that these emotions will be shared with you. Small hands shake. I lie awake. The world's so loud. A scary crowd. I see the news. They break my toys. The an...

Sihem by FRED STZ

The city’s a mouth, it’s a chewing, grinding jaw And I am the tongue and the tooth and the aching raw I feast on my minutes, I swallow my days whole This cannibal carnival devours its own soul I spin in the centrifuge, pulled from my core A hunger for more, always screaming for more But I am standing naked… standing naked… On the cool, silent bedrock of the cosmic plain Standing naked… breath unta...

Wage slaves Dream by FRED STZ

Dead End Town by FRED STZ

Unwritten Books by FRED STZ

Thérèse by FRED STZ

Searching TC Elimane by FRED STZ

The Maze by FRED STZ