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FRED STZ MUSIC

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 of beauty, pain, tenderness, and cruelty. We believe in music without borders, open to all influences from around the world. Join us for a unique and authentic musical journey!

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00:03:30

Tomorrow's Gonna Be Alright

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/08/20

Tomorrow's Gonna Be Alright by FRED STZ

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00:03:49

Queen of the house

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/08/19

Queen of the house by FRED STZ

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00:03:34

Should’ve Stayed (A Little Longer)

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/08/17

We took on the challenge to create a funk song - and maybe even a whole album about family. With "Should've Stayed (A Little Longer)", we're pushing beyond our usual style. But the truth is, making music is always rewarding, whatever the genre may be!Dancin’ you to sleep in my arms, Soft guitar, my only charm. Told you tales of stars and rain, But my heart was full of pain… Oh, I tried to shine so bright, But the shadows stole my light. Still, I loved you—wild and true, Even when my sky was

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00:05:02

False Realities

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/08/17

Fading pulse, the monitors scream, Static floods my dying dream. A flash of light—now I see, The code behind reality. Was I ever flesh and bone? Or just data—soldier alone? A test of pain, a trial of fire, Now the system pulls me higher... I REMEMBER! The cosmos sings my name, A god in chains, lost in the game. This human heart—it bleeds, it lies, Torn from the simulation’s lies! Eleven strands of time unwind, A puppet cut from strings divine. They say I’m home, but home’s a ghost, Just echoes

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00:03:29

Daughters of the Dawn

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/08/16

(Verse 1)They bind your wrists with scripture, Silence you with stone, Whisper hell beneath your breath— But heaven was your own. They carve your name in shadows, Bury you in shame, Yet every wound they gave you, sister, Burns them with its flame. (Chorus) Oh, rise, rise, Daughters of the dawn, You are the future of man. The earth will sigh through your open hands, You are the future of man. (Verse 2) They sold your mother’s wisdom, Dressed it up as sin, Hung their fear around your throat— A

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00:03:57

Midnight

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/08/16

Midnight by FRED STZ

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00:04:50

Forgotten ones II

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/08/15

Forgotten ones II by FRED STZ

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00:04:46

Exhaustion

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/08/15

She's got exhaustion in her bones, but they still hand her the broom at dawn. The preachers, the bosses, the kitchen-table dictators carve their rules into the dark circles under her eyes. They want her body as their ledger, her silence—a sacred psalm. So she grinds her teeth on stained-glass hypocrisy, spits out the shards of a thousand "yes sir"s. I AM NOT YOUR sin with a pretty face! Not your midnight punchbag, unpaid maid, or "honey, dinner's late" excuse! Boardroom brawl? Darling, she's

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00:03:38

Needle’s Lullaby

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/08/13

The closing track of 'Under the Rusted Needle Sky' - an album about addiction and the rejection of life - presents despair through nihilistic poetry. Rather than endorsing self-destruction, it exposes the hopelessness created by a brutal social model that marginalizes the suffering by treating people as nothing more than profit generators. Punk in spirit and grunge in sound, this album...

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00:04:46

Forgotten ones

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/08/11

An experimental composition channeling the old gods' gaze upon humanity - their divine fury manifest in the apocalyptic power of voice. Forged over months of sonic exploration, this work embodies our ritual.

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00:05:04

Transient Flame

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/08/10

Happy birthday to Azalia (science.mage). The first song of a new project, a new LP.

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00:03:14

Digital Lobotomy

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/08/08

[Verse 1] Scrolling bloodshot, dopamine crash, Keyboard führers in a meme-flash. "Do your research!"—but the research is trash, A conspiracy stew made of hashtag ash. Flat-earthers scream, vaccines are sin, While the data rots in the digital bin. Likes for Hitler, shares for pain, The algorithm grins— "CLICK IT AGAIN!" [Chorus] Welcome to the network of the DUMB! Where every lie gets a podium. Science choked by a viral gun, Truth is dead and the idiots won. [Verse 2] Influencer Nazis with a

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00:04:53

Kassandra

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/08/04

This will be the final tribute to Magma, who mean so much to us. Our daughter stands at the gates of war, holding her head high alongside her partner and their six-month-old baby girl. We must sing against war, against chaos—and for humanity to break free from this infernal cycle of destruction. This is a cry of invocation against the forces of Thanatos and the weaknesses that lead us to abandon our instincts for life. We must carry this strength within us—forever! Oh, Cassandra, seer of the

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00:03:15

Dust and light

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/08/04

[Verse 1] "Man is a rope stretched between beast and overman," Nietzsche wrote in the storm, in the dark. We kill with one hand, with the other we paint the stars, Torn apart, a fractured work of art. [Verse 2] Burroughs whispered, "A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what’s going on," And oh, we know—the bombs, the blood, the neon dawn. Yet Kerouac howled, "The only truth is music," So we dance in the ruins, lost in the mystic. [Chorus] Oh, we’re fire and dust, love and rust, Creators and

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00:03:05

Übermensch

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/07/30

Übermensch" is a radical sonic experience that materializes the Nietzschean metamorphosis through deliberately disruptive composition. The track begins with deconstructed funk grooves and chaotic metal riffs, symbolizing the collapse of conventions, before exploding into a seismic "laughter" chorus where screaming horns and guitars create dissonant euphoria. The bridge plunges into experimental alchemy (detuned piano, reversed vocals, electroacoustic collages) leading to a finale where apparent

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00:04:04

The last men

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/07/28

"The Last Men (A Requiem for Dawn)" (A Philosophical Rock Anthem) [Verse 1] The gods are dead – we lit the pyre, Yet still we kneel to sword and fire. They call it "order", call it "law", But chains are chains, no matter how they saw. [Verse 2] The weak man’s strength is violence wielded, A hollow crown, a shield gelded. Difference frightens lesser kings – Monuments built on rusted strings. [Pre-Chorus] Can you hear it? The drum of ages, cracked and fading – Do you see it? The same blood in

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00:04:05

Rise in peace for Cambodia

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/07/25

(Verse 1)Silent fields where rice once grew, Now the sky wears fear’s dark hue. Children whisper, mothers pray, While shadows march and borders sway. (Verse 2) They paint us villains, twist the tale, Western screens don’t hear our wail. Fists of hate burn loud and bright, While we hold our lanterns of light. (Pre-Chorus) Oh, how long must the humble bleed? Chains of war on dreams they feed. (Chorus) We rise in peace, we stand so tall, No more fire, no more walls. Hands unarmed, yet hearts won’t

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00:03:51

Liminal space (feat. Kipanga)

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/07/12

Liminal space (feat. Kipanga) by FRED STZ

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00:03:22

Last Fix Symphony

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/07/10

Last Fix Symphony by FRED STZ

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00:02:38

Under the Rusted Needle Sky

FRED STZ MUSIC ·

2025/07/09

Verse 1Jenny lights the spoon’s last star, Matches shake in the dark of our stolen car. "The world’s too loud," she tells the rain, As the tar climbs up my veins. Pre-Chorus We don’t need no future, babe— The past’s already dug our grave. ("One more hit to kill the fear...") Chorus Under the rusted needle sky, We trade our hands for butterfly wings. The sirens sing our lullaby, Two ghosts tied with a smackhead’s string. Verse 2 Her daddy’s belt, my mama’s pills, We swore we’d burn their golden

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