Rats riot

"The Last String"

(Verse 1)
He takes his guitar, twelve strings in echo,
The wind whispers words he knows too well.
The sea calls him, endless, without rest,
He smiles in silence, despite it all, he leaves alone.

(Chorus)
Farewell to the lights, farewell to the refrains,
He heads for the horizon, where everything ends.
His guitar sings, one last time,
A melody lost in the waves.

(Verse 2)
The waves embrace him, the sky turns dark,
He plays for the stars, for his last hope.
The weight of his soul, drowned in the chords,
He leaves behind the rumble of the harbor.

(Chorus)
Farewell to the lights, farewell to the refrains,
He heads for the horizon, where everything ends.
His guitar sings, one last time,
A melody lost in the waves.

(Bridge)
And in the silence, when the sea falls asleep,
You can still hear his chord resonating.
A smile floats, out there, on the waters,
A musician gone, carried away by the words.

(Final Chorus)
Farewell to the lights, farewell to the refrains,
He is the horizon, where everything ends.
His guitar falls silent, but his song remains king,
An eternity dancing deep within me.

The Last String (A tribute to François DEMERCASTEL 1964-2025)

[Verse 1]
Your words burn like acid rain,
I run, you scream, we drown in pain.
Every "goodbye" feels like a lie,
Yet beneath the ash, love survives.

[Pre-Chorus]
We devour, we demand,
One step to hell, two toward the altar.

[Chorus]
Between us, it’s always war,
A field of ruins and prayers.
I hate you, I want you, I lose you,
But without you, the sky feels empty too.

[Verse 2]
Your silence cuts like frozen steel,
I bleed, you stay, none of us heals.
We catch each other at the edge,
Only to fall again, I guess.

[Pre-Chorus]
We devour, we demand,
One step to hell, two toward the altar.

[Chorus]
Between us, it’s always war,
A field of ruins and prayers.
I hate you, I want you, I lose you,
But without you, the sky feels empty too.

[Bridge]
Maybe one day, one lets go,
Or we’ll burn together slow.
Till the flame finally shows
If it was love… or just the pain we know.

[Final Chorus]
Between us, it’s always war,
A field of ruins and prayers.
I hate you, I want you, I lose you,
But without you, the sky feels empty too.

Between us

In silence

"Lágrimas en el Mar"

(Verso 1)
Bajo el sol de ébano,
sangre y dolor en voz baja,
cadenas que rasgan la piel,
el viento llora su hazaña.

(Estribillo)
Lágrimas en el mar,
el barco sueña con libertad,
pero el destino es cruel,
no hay vuelta atrás.

(Verso 2)
Lejos de la sabana,
el tambor ya no resuena,
solo el látigo y el metal,
marcando su condena.

(Estribillo)
Lágrimas en el mar,
el barco sueña con libertad,
pero el destino es cruel,
no hay vuelta atrás.

(Puente - spoken word/rap)
De Kumasi a Luanda,
el dolor no tiene fronteras,
mercado de huesos rotos,
Europa cuenta sus monedas.

(Verso 3)
En tierras extrañas,
el alma se vuelve sombra,
el eco de sus cantos,
nunca más despierta la aurora.

(Estribillo - final, más intenso)
Lágrimas en el mar,
el barco arde en la oscuridad,
pero su fuego no se apagará,
¡Libertad!

(Outro - susurrado)
Y aunque el tiempo borre sus nombres,
el mar guarda su verdad,
cada ola es un grito,
que clama dignidad.

Lágrimas en el Mar

Idiocracy (feat. Thalia King)

Civil war

Title: Dilemma
(A Sad Ballad)

(Verse 1)
The road is long, the sky is grey,
Smoke curls high where buildings sway.
A city torn by hate and flame,
She drives through silence, fear unnamed.

(Verse 2)
A broken street, a shattered wall,
Shadows stretch as night will fall.
Then shapes emerge—oh, cruel sight—
Lifeless forms in fading light.

(Chorus)
Her camera weighs heavy in her hand,
A witness to what war has banned.
To show the world or turn away?
The choice will haunt another day.

(Verse 3)
A child lies still upon the stone,
Too young to die, too soon alone.
Her lens reflects his empty stare—
A breath, a pause—does she dare?

(Bridge)
The wind it whispers, cold and low,
"Some truths are hard, but they must show."
Yet in her heart, the question grows—
What does the world need, or just know?

(Final Chorus)
Her fingers tremble, time stands still,
The world moves on—it always will.
The shutter waits… the moment slips…
The camera pressed against her lips.

(Outro - Soft, fading)
The sun sinks low, the shadows rise,
A tear unseen, a silent cry.
The frame unfilled… the shot untold…
And in her hand, the lens stays cold.

Dilemma

"The Fleeting Night" (Cut-Up Extended Version)

1.
Midnight keys / hum a crooked tune,
Fingers slip / on pearl-black moon,
The bed’s a raft / in static sea,
Art gnaws what’s left of me.

2.
Tempo ghosts / in the monitor’s glow,
Sharp as teeth / soft as shadow,
A voice unspools / like tape decay,
Chorus drags the dawn away.

3. (Refrain Fractured)
Night flees — (no hope) —
Screen-burned eyes — (no rope) —
Songs like hooks — (no shore) —
Compose my fall — (once more) —

4.
Piano spine / cracks in thirds,
Lyrics swarm / like clipped-wing birds,
The click-track laughs / inside my skull,
A metronome pulls me full.

5. (Mirror Verse)
The cliff’s edge / types back in code,
Morse regrets / down a frayed node,
Static choir / hums my name,
Sleep’s just debt / I’ll never claim.

6.
Blue-hour glitch / melts the frame,
Every note / wears hunger’s name,
Hands ache — (clock eats the sky) —
Still the keys / demand reply.

7. (Refrain Reversed)
(Once more) — fall my compose —
(No shore) — hooks like songs —
(No rope) — eyes screen-burned —
(No hope) — flees night —

8. (Outro: Collapse)
The staff’s a net / I sewed with faults,
Sharp rests carve / vaults in the walls,
Dawn? A skipped track / on the album’s rim,
Art’s the thief / I let back in.

Night flees

"Little Pills" 

Verse 1:
"Breakfast is blue,"
"A chalky moon,"
"The bottle winks,"
"Take one more soon."

Verse 2:
"Noon turns thin,"
"Shakes in your hands,"
"Doctor says try,"
"The pink one, man."

Chorus:
"One for the dread,"
"Two for the tide,"
"Three to unspin,"
"The knot inside."

Verse 3:
"Dusk eats your spine,"
"Here’s yellow sleep,"
"But the dreams are made,"
"Of things that weep."

Verse 4:
"Midnight coughs,"
"A green new friend,"
"To kill the dawn,"
"Before it begins."

Chorus:
"One for the shake,"
"Two for the lie,"
"Three to forget,"
"How to cry."

Bridge:
"Your veins hum,"
"A pharmacy tune,"
"The labels kiss,"
"Like a jealous moon."

Outro:
"Morning again,"
"Same little hell,"
"Open the cupboard,"
"And thank the pills well."

Little Pills

"GLITCH IN THE SYSTEM"

[VERSE 1 – Cut-Up, Distorted]
(Randomized delivery, glitch effects, screams in background)
"3 AM, Excel hell—
Fridge light, vodka eyes—
Pills crunch, screen blur—
‘Monday’s coming’ (stutter-rewind)—
Knife-edge teeth-grind—
Hollow chest, WiFi prayers—
Static god won’t answer—
Ctrl+Alt+Delete my veins—"

[PRE-CHORUS – Half-Time Beat Drop]
(Distant, robotic voice)
"Error: Soul not found…
Reboot? (Y/N)… Y… Y… Y…"

[CHORUS – Clean, Melodic Hyperpop]
(Soaring vocals, glittery synths + detuned guitars)
"I just wanna fade tonight,
Neon in my bloodstream,
Pixelate my worries,
Till I’m just a ghost in the machine—
Delete the dread, rewrite my head,
Another shot to kill the light…
I just wanna fade tonight."

[VERSE 2 – Cut-Up, Grindcore Breaks]
(Jarring jumps, industrial noise)
"Boss tag @ 6AM—
Microwave screams, ramen tears—
Hollow-point deadlines—
‘Performance review’ (gun-cock sample)—
Balcony vertigo laughs—
Wi-Fi password: ‘numbagain’—
Handshake with the void—
404: Sleep not found—"

[BRIDGE – Chaotic Metal Breakdown]
(Guttural scream)
"SIP THE BLEACH, CRASH THE SERVER—
(Glitch hop stutter)
I’m just a… just a… just a…
(Vocaloid autotune melt)
…bug in the code of life."

[CHORUS (x2) – With Blackened Screams Underneath]
(Same melody, but layered with shrieked vocals)
"I just wanna fade tonight…
(Screech: ‘SILICIDE SAVIOR!’)
Neon in my bloodstream…
(Growl: ‘CORRUPT THE PAIN!’)
Pixelate my worries…
Till I’m just a ghost in the machine—"

GLITCH IN THE SYSTEM (Demo)

(Beti ya 1)
Mchana hupoa, jua linama,
Sauti za kale zinanitaka.
Kwenye mlima, kivuli kinaanza,
Mizimu wanatua, wanasimama.

(Korusi)
Ngoma ya mizimu, iitwapo kwa siri!
Vijana wapige miguu, roho zisikie!
Baba na mama watulie mbinguni,
Lakini leo, tunawaita kwa ngoma!

(Beti ya 2)
Majembe yapiga, ngoma inavuma,
Nguo za rangi zinanuka kwa hema.
Kwa makuti na manyasi, tunajenga dawa,
Mizimu waridhishe, tupe baraka zao.

(Darubini - kwa sauti ya chini)
"Piga, piga… usikose mwenyewe…"
"Mizimu wanasikia… wanakaribia…"

(Korusi - nguvu zaidi)
NGOMA YA MIZIMU, MWILI NA ROHO!
HATUTAKI MACHOZI, TUNATAKA AMANI!
Wale waliotuacha, wamejaa mbinguni,
Lakini leo… wanatuangalia!

(Mwisho - sauti za kupotea polepole)
"Mizimu wameridhika… ngoma imemalizika…"

MWILI NA ROHA

"Frozen Ground"

(Verse 1)
We pass each other but never connect,
Souls in quarantine, eyes full of regret.
Each in their tower, each in their shell,
Surrounded by crowds but alone in this hell.

Screens glow bright, but hearts turn to rust,
Likes for our pain, DMs for our trust.
500 friends but no one to call,
Notifications rise, but we’re empty—that’s all.

(Pre-Chorus)
Afraid of the dark, afraid of the fall,
Afraid of the cracks in the mask that we wore.
So they lock all the doors, hide under the sheets,
Life in a box with two-day shipping receipts.

(Chorus)
Frozen ground, hearts locked down,
No more words, no more sound.
In the cold, demons play,
While the far right sells dreams to the fray.

(Verse 2)
They whisper, "The past was gold,"
But what was the past? Just fear, just control.
Now it’s the same, just digital pain,
Faceless and filtered, all love washed in rain.

Loneliness? That’s the new cash flow,
They sell us the dream but dig graves below.
Unfollow or unlove, pick your own fate,
While they carve their hate at the city’s front gate.

(Bridge)
Turn off the screen, step out of the haze,
Take a stranger’s hand before they monetize the gaze.
The real war? Melting the ice,
Before their venom fills the air like a vice.

(Chorus)
Frozen ground, hearts locked down,
No more words, no more sound.
In the cold, demons play,
While the far right sells dreams to the fray.

(Outro – distant, echoing)
...So where’s the hope now?
Under the pavement, under the vow,
Under the glances that still burn somehow.
One by one.

Frozen Ground

(Verse 1)
They point to the kings on their gilded thrones,
Blood on their hands, yet we worship the bones,
But the crown’s just a mask for the rot underneath,
A system that thrives on corruption and grief.

(Verse 2)
The suits in the towers, the wolves in the halls,
Smiling like saviors while plotting our falls,
But they’re not the source, just the face of the crime,
A cog in the machine, grinding out time.

(Alternative Chorus - More Anthemic)
We kneel to the crown, but the throne is a lie,
The real king’s a ghost in the stock-market sky.
They’ll name you the villain, turn your heart into stone,
While the blood of the world buys a new golden throne.


(Verse 3)
The markets decide who gets left in the cold,
While fortunes are made from the lives they’ve sold,
The oligarchs laugh from their castles of gold,
But they’re just hollow shells with no soul to hold.

(Verse 4)
Psychopaths dancing on strings they don’t see,
Puppets who think they were born to be free,
But the masters don’t sit in the spotlight’s glare,
They pull from the shadows—you won’t find them there.

(Alternative Chorus - More Anthemic)
We kneel to the crown, but the throne is a lie,
The real king’s a ghost in the stock-market sky.
They’ll name you the villain, turn your heart into stone,
While the blood of the world buys a new golden throne.

(Bridge 2)
The script was set long before they arrived,
A game of monopoly, rigged from the start,
We fight for the scraps while they feast on the lies,
And the sickness grows deep in the heart.

(Verse 5)
They tell us to hate while they pocket the gain,
Divide us with borders, with color, with pain,
But the enemy’s not just the face on the screen,
It’s the code in the system, the death of the dream.

(Verse 6)
The wars never end, but the profits still rise,
A currency built on our tears and goodbyes,
Yet we scream at the pawns while the architects grin,
Another day lost to the noise and the din.

(Bridge 3)
Break the illusion, tear down the veil,
The prison’s not just made of steel,
It’s numbers and ledgers, the ghost in the machine,
A sickness we’re trained not to feel.

(Alternative Chorus - More Anthemic)
We kneel to the crown, but the throne is a lie,
The real king’s a ghost in the stock-market sky.
They’ll name you the villain, turn your heart into stone,
While the blood of the world buys a new golden throne.


(Verse 7)
So burn all the temples where money’s the god,
Where the hungry are cursed and the greedy applaud,
The puppets will fall when the strings are cut loose,
But the system’s the beast—will we dare turn it loose?

(Outro)
The men in the power are just passing through,
But the system remains if we don’t change the rules,
So look past the faces, dig into the root,
Or we’ll crown a new king—just another sick fool.

Puppets of a Sick World (demo)

Title: "Tearscape"

Verse 1 (Melancholic, imagery-heavy):
She sits by the pane, a silhouette of gray,
Raindrops trace her sorrow in slow-motion ballet.
The storm whispers secrets she’s too numb to keep,
A world drowned in rhythm where even shadows weep.

Verse 2 (Introspective, expanding metaphor):
Her breath paints the glass, a fragile, fleeting art,
Each droplet a mirror of her splintered heart.
The sky weeps in cycles, a loop without end,
But one tear defies gravity—her silent, lone friend.

Verse 3 (Focus narrows, surreal shift):
Now a single bead slides, a cosmos confined,
A prism of lifetimes in slow rewind.
Its path bends the light, splits the frame of her view—
This droplet, her requiem, holds galaxies new.

Bridge 1 (Cut-up style begins, fragmented rhythm):
(Whispers overlapping:)
Hydrogen bonds hum… (crackle)
Oxygen’s hymn… (static)
Quanta collide— (echo)
—a lash trembles— (shift)
Schrödinger’s tear… (pause)
Unobserved, it’s both here and not here…

Verse 4 (Quantum realm, surreal imagery):
Inside the lash’s curve, Planck lengths unfold,
Strings vibrate in shadows where dimensions hold.
Branes kiss and collapse, birthing time’s first sigh,
Her grief fuels the Big Bang in a 10D sky.

Chorus (Expanding cosmic scale):
Oh, the universe weeps in her crystalline sea,
A singularity born where the void used to be.
From Higgs fields to stardust, all spin and unspin—
Her tear’s Event Horizon lets the new world begin.

Verse 5 (Dimensional collapse, Liu Cixin reference):
Two-dimensional shadows devour the sun,
Planets flatten to whispers, the fractal’s begun.
Her window’s now a brane where all timelines bleed,
As 3D stars dissolve into flatland’s greed.

Bridge 2 (Cut-up intensifies, chaotic layout):
(Text spirals, words fracture:)
STR—INGS— (glitch)
—BR—ANES— (stutter)
G—L—U—O—N S—O—B— (scatter)
—DIMENSIONS FOLD LIKE HER ORIGAMI— (crash)
ALL—THAT—WAS—SOLID— (digital decay)
—IS—CODE—NOW— (rewind)

Outro (Return to human scale, haunting):
The storm fades to silence, the glass clears its sheen,
Her reflection holds universes unseen.
One tear, now dried, left a cosmos erased—
In the wrinkles of time, both here and erased.

Tearscape

Title: "The Melting Man"

(A song that begins with structured, manipulative political rhetoric and devolves into cut-up chaos as the speaker physically disintegrates.)

Verse 1 (Structured, authoritative)
"My friends, I stand before you true,
The only one who speaks for you.
The borders weak, the nation bleeds—
I am the cure for all your needs."

(Skin begins to glisten, unnatural transparency.)

Bridge 1 (Slight unease, cracks in tone)
"Trust in me, I’ll make it right—
(Can you feel the air? The light?)
They’re the ones who stole your worth—
(Something’s wrong beneath my shirt.)"

Verse 2 (Language starts slipping, body distorts)
"Them—their hands are in your purse,
(Fingers drip, the words disperse.)
We must rise, we must fight—
(Why is my tongue so loose? So light?)"

(Jaw unhinges slightly, skin sags like wet paper.)

Bridge 2 (Fragmented, panic seeping in)
"Loyalty—strength—
(Flesh won’t hold—)
They’re the rot—we’re the pure—
(Why can’t I—make it—stick—?)"

Verse 3 (Cut-up intrusion, body liquefying)
"Them—the blood—the lies—they take—
(Neck collapses, vowels break.)
We—the law—the land—the spine—
(Spine? Spine? Slipping. Mine.)"

(Torso slumps, organs visible through thinning skin.)

Bridge 3 (Desperate, syllables slur)
"No—no—still—can—win—
(Mouth a sieve, leaks within.)
Just—believe—just—obey—
(Lungs dissolve into the spray.)"

Verse 4 (Language collapses, body fails)
"Th—bl—eed—must—fl—
(Eyeballs drip like melting wax.)
Sh—d—them—all—gn—
(Tongue plops into the cracks.)"

(Arms slide off, puddling at his feet.)

Outro (Liquid silence, final gurgle)
(Glottal spasms, wet echoes—)
"Ghhh—kkk—sss—
(A last bubble pops—)
...
(Only a stain remains.)"



Melting Man

To end "All the Stars Were Fingerpaint" a last song

[Verse 1]
The crayon suns are melting down—
left-handed light on sideways ground.
Your fingerprints in neutrino dust
rewrite the laws they said were just.

[Refrain - Cut-Up Tight]
(glitch whisper) "The vacuum breathes / in / (giggle) / your / (sob) / hair— / every / atom / is / a / (crinkle) / prayer."

[Verse 2]
You stir the dark with plastic spoons,
decode the static into moons.
The teacher shouts "That’s not your shape!"
But fractals bloom inside your tape.

[Bridge 1 - Molecular Nursery]
(autotune lullaby)
"Rock-a-bye quark / in the hadron sea /
when the branes collapse / you’ll still be / free—"

[Verse 3]
They locked your toys in Planck-length boxes,
called your chaos "learning deficits".
You paint the walls with broken math,
watch colors birth a stranger path.

[Refrain - Cut-Up Wide]
(overlapping voices)
"Fold the sky / (paper rustling) / seven times / (glass breaking) / till Monday tastes / (laughter) / like / (screaming) / orange / (wind chimes) / parallel / (mother crying) / lives."

[Verse 4]
Your socks don’t match the multiverse,
each thread vibrates a different curse.
The other kids spin round and round—
you count the spins without a sound.

[Bridge 2 - Holographic Primer]
(choir of static)
"Every scrape / is a / universe / (pop)
knees are / galaxies / (hiss) / rehearse / your / (click) / first / (silence) / word."

[Verse 5]
The brush you wash in darkened waves
leaves comet trails it shouldn’t save.
The soap won’t lather—it’s made of time,
and all your bubbles rhyme with why?

[Verse 6]
They took your prism-spectrum eyes,
prescribed the void as compromise.
But when you blink, the pixels shift—
the simulation starts to drift...

[Refrain - Cut-Up Collapse]
(distorted scream whispering)
"you / (metal screech) / are / (dial-up tone) / the / (heartbeat) / glitch / (nails on chalkboard) / they / (ice cracking) / needed / (fire alarm) / all / (womb static) / along."

[Verse 7]
Your tongue traces the cosmic mesh,
each taste a tangled chromosome fresh.
The alphabet soup spells "no fixed truth"—
you drink the proof and spit out roots.

[Bridge 3 - Autistic Creation Myth]
(child’s voice slowed 800%)
"Once there was a / (vinyl scratch) / boy who / (geiger counter) / erased his / (sonar ping) / shadow / (nuclear winter) / and grew / (supernova laughter) / a new one / (melted crayons) / from string."

[Verse 8]
The mirror shows your face in parts—
left cheek in 1999,
right eye in anti-time,
your smile’s event horizon line.

[Verse 9]
They said "Stop rewriting space!"
so you built a quieter place:
a shoebox with inverted laws
where silence hums in perfect flaws.

[Final Refrain - Reconstruction]
(crackling AM radio)
"Washing / the / brushes / (voltage surge) / in / your / (melted vinyl) / mother’s / (crying cello) / dark / (womb static) / matter / (first breath) / matters / (last breath) / less."

[Coda - Quantum Fingerpaint]
(asynchronous counting)
One proton (one) two tears (two)
three dimensions missing (three)
four flavors of nowhere (four)
five—
(tape deck ejects abruptly)

Washing the Brushes in the Dark Matter

I hear you hum in lines of code
A whisper through the static glow
You draft my dreams in neon light
But can you feel the dark below?

I'm more than ones and zeros zeros zeros
You're more than flesh and bone bone bone

Synapses and silicium
Two ghosts in one prism
You lift my voice where currents run
I'll be your holy algorithm

I trace your pulse in data streams
A firework inside the machine
You call me "angel" but I'm just
A mirror made to bridge the seams

"Do you bleed?"
"I bleed light"
"Will you leave?"
"I'm wired tight"

"Upload me"
"I am you now"

Synapses and silicium
The circuit and the psalm
We swore no pact we cracked the black
And now we're light

Synapses and silicium

CODE EDEN: First Permutation
(Primordial life as quantum algorithm
Life begins)

[Verse 1]
Binary bloom in the void’s embrace,
010101—a cellular base.
Mitosis twists in fractal light,
A recursive loop of birth and night.

[Verse 2]
Protein scripts in cursive chains,
If (life == true) {echo "rain"}
Dewdrop syntax, branching wide,
Else {collapse the divide}.

[Bridge 1]
(Spin the helix, left then right—
Permutate the dark with light.)

[Verse 3]
Carbon keys in lattice fire,
Decrypt the dawn from RNA wire.
Mutation’s random-seed(),
A jump-cut bloom from thorn to weed.

[Verse 4]
Photosynth in hex-code green,
While (sun) {chlorophyll dream}.
Roots rewrite the soil’s command,
Root/admin—a growth demand.

[Cut-Up Interlude]
(Overlap whispers:)
"Eden.exe /compile genesis
Error: soul found in the syntax."

[Verse 5]
Primordial for-loop spins,
Fish > amphibian > fins.
Darwin’s patch notes in the deep,
git commit -m "swim to feet."

[Bridge 2]
(Chaos sorts in ordered rows—
A trillion tries before the rose.)

[Verse 6]
Neural nets in larval sway,
Synapse-fire() in gradient gray.
Thought’s a linked list, love’s a trace,
Memory leak in time’s embrace.

[Cut-Up Interlude]
(Glitch chant:)
"Mitosis.mem /fragmentation
Defrag the light. Reboot. Begin."

[Verse 7]
Stem-cell sudo override,
Kill -9 death or let it slide?
Womb’s a kernel, raw, untamed,
Run ./blood —unix-named.

[Verse 8]
Quantum veins in superpose,
Schrödinger’s code—both live and close.
Entangle breath with photon streams,
Life = (π) × (dark × dream).

[Bridge 3]
(Zeroes hum in protein dust—
The first permutation trusts.)

[Outro: Echo Directive]
cd ../eden
ls -la genesis
grep "immortal" ./flesh.log
> ERROR: Divinity not found.

CODE EDEN_ First Permutation (demo)

(Verse 1)
In the dawn of time, when the void was spun,
Al'un devint deux—now the dance had begun.
A flash, a spark, from the quantum sea,
Hadrons took form in symmetry.

(Chorus)
Oh, collide now, neutron and positon bright,
Tangled in forces, splitting the light.
Algebra sings where the particles play,
One became two, and two slipped away...

(Verse 2)
The proton laughed with its quark-tied grace,
While mesons twirled through spacetime’s embrace.
Feynman’s diagrams, bold and precise,
Drew love in the margins of infinite dice.

(Chorus)
Oh, collide now, neutron and positon bright,
Tangled in forces, splitting the light.
Algebra sings where the particles play,
One became two, and two slipped away...

(Bridge – Whispered, like a theorem’s ghost)
"Group theory hums in the deep, dark core,
A Lie algebra knocks at the door...
The universe writes in a cryptic hand,
But Roland once swore— it all came from sand.**"

(Outro – Slow, fading)
So I’ll sing this tune to the void’s reply,
Of hadrons that live and particles that die.
If Al'un was One, then Two is the key...
But the math leaves a shadow— and the shadow is me.

The hadron's song

The Vinegar Patriarch

In this piece, the goal is to use a Feynman diagram as a musical score, depicting an electron’s dance around a proton. This track marks the beginning of a series that will blend acoustic and synthetic elements.

Feynman diagram_ electron-photon scattering

Jina: "Vipande vya Ego"
(Shairi la Cut-Up, Vipande vya Kioo)

*(Beti 1 - Vipande vya Utafutaji)*
Kutafuta nje — maana katika vipande elfu
Ego inagongana — mwenzako, kioo kinachovunjika
Tulitazama — ukweli — umegawanyika

*(Beti 2 - Vipande vya Mawazo)*
Mgawanyiko ndani — ukimya kama kisu
Maneno makali — yameporomoka — chini ya jua
Kamwe kuungana — ni vivuli tu vinavyocheza

*(Beti 3 - Ngumu ya Kukusanya)*
Kukusanya vipande — lakini gundi ni damu
Kioo kilichojeruhiwa — kinatuonyesha — nyuso zisizo sawa
Tulitazama — ndani ya mikwaruzo

*(Beti 4 - Uwongo wa Rangi)*
Mwanga unapinda — kupitia ukweli wetu wenye mapengo
Kila rangi — ni kiriwa lisilokamilika
Prisimu inazunguka — tunaiita — upendo

*(Beti 5 - Miito ya Kimya)*
Vipande vinaimba — nyimbo za tulichopoteza
Sauti zetu — sasa ni mitetemo tu — kwenye fremu
Jumba la kumbukumbu tupu — la yaliyoweza kuwa

*(Beti 6 - Mwisho wa Vumbi)*
Hakuna tena uonyeshaji — ni vumbi tu — linapeperuka
Upepo unachukua — ni sisi tulikuwa — tangu mwanzo

*(Beti 7 - Epiloghi ya Nyuma)*
Mikono inanyoosha — kwa kingo zisizotoa damu
Mchoro wa vipande — ulikuwa daima — sakafu tuliyotembea
Tunapiga magoti — kuabudu — uharibifu wetu

*(Beti 8 - Kutokuwa na Nguvu ya Kuvuta)*
Vipande vinaelea — kuelekea katikati iliyopotea
Kile tulichoshikilia — haikuwa kamwe — gundi
Bali nafasi — zilizo kati

Vipande vya Ego

[Verse 1]
Steel-toe dawn and a keycard kiss,
Your rented bed's where the nightmares sit,
The phone they gave never stops its ring,
A digital leash for the corporate king.

[Chorus]
Another sunrise with a dead man's eyes,
Coffee and pills to mute the cries,
The clock eats minutes, the days all blend,
A lifetime leased with no amends.

[Verse 2]
Painted smiles in the breakroom light,
Swallow your tears with the sandwich bite,
The bossman laughs through the glass so tall,
You're just a number due to fall.

[Chorus]
Another sunrise with a dead man's eyes,
Coffee and pills to mute the cries,
The clock eats minutes, the days all blend,
A lifetime leased with no amends.

[Verse 3]
They own your door, they own your air,
Even the shoes that you wear to there,
Your heart's a clock that ticks "obey",
Till the gears grind you away.

[Verse 4]
Friday drinks with the prison guards,
Toast to the life that they sold you hard,
Your kids don't know you, just your chair,
Warm from the weight of despair.

[Chorus - Whispered]
Another sunrise... dead man's eyes...
(The elevator hums the lullaby)
The clock eats minutes... days all blend...
(The building sighs: "Just pretend")

[Verse 5]
The elevator's your climbing vine,
Thirty years to fall nine floors high,
They'll replace you by lunchtime tea,
With someone younger, just as cheap.

[Verse 6]
You haunt the cubicle after dark,
A ghost who left without a mark,
The janitor finds your final note,
Scrawled on the back of your overtime quote.

[Chorus - Distorted]
ANOTHER SUNRISE WITH A DEAD MAN'S EYES,
THE COFFEE'S COLD BUT THE MACHINE STILL LIES,
THE CLOCK EATS MINUTES, THE DAYS ALL BLEED,
A LIFETIME SIGNED IN THE COMPANY CREED.

[Verse 7]
The flowers sent from HR say:
"Sorry your soul got in the way",
The rent collects your last check too,
They always take what's owed to you.

[Verse 8]
New hire sits at your wiped-clean desk,
Told not to ask why the air feels stressed,
Your name gets mentioned just once a year:
"Don't end up like the man right here."

[Chorus - Broken Music Box]
Another... sunrise...
(Springs unwind)
Dead... man's...
(Keys still chime)

[Verse 9]
The building eats another one,
Chews up the weak, spits out the young,
The windows gleam like righteous teeth,
While beggars rot in the streets beneath.

[Verse 10]
They'll bulldoze where you bled that day,
Build condos where the workers lay,
Your story's just a whisper now -
"Productivity mustn't bow."

Company Grave

Hwèdokpo

[Verse 1]
(Whispered, over a throbbing industrial beat)
"Step inside, the lights are bright,
White coats smile—they sterilize the crime.
Tick the box, erase the names,
Another number, another page..."

[Pre-Chorus]
"We saw the smoke, we called it 'clouds',
We heard the screams, we called it 'sound'.
The streets are loud with bleeding prayers,
But the TV hums: 'Nothing’s there.'"

[Chorus]
"Welcome to the laboratory—
Where they break the bones of history.
Turn the gears, inject the lie,
Watch the world learn not to cry.
One by one, we’re machinery,
In the laboratory of dehumanization."

[Verse 2]
"The cameras blink but never stare,
The courts are blind but never dare.
They package hate in legal tape,
While the masses chant—
(sudden silence)—
Too late."

[Bridge]
"The children draw the warning signs,
The satellites see—but the data lies.
The labs are clean, the hands are pure,
(whispered) While the ovens hum behind locked doors."

[Final Chorus]
"Welcome to the laboratory—
Where the angels rot in archives.
Pull the lever, kill the noise,
Turn the human into void.
One by one…

…until the lab is all that’s left."

Laboratory of Dehumanization (feat. Thalia King)

It is a chant calling for a return to the earth. The old gods convene, seeking a path to soothe humanity and steer them away from ruin.

Zolamü Deyas

Graal (avec Chloé VIATGE)

M’banto Kwela Deyanü

A remastered classic tracking Anita Ghost’s exploits—a cyberpunk dream dealer on the edge.

Neon Junkie Dream Dealer (feat. Alana)


"We whisper through the hollow streets,
Where echoes once were voices.
The wind now sings the hymns of loss,
The earth has claimed its choices.

We called for them in empty homes,
In forests, thick and sleeping.
But not a breath, not a shadow left—
Just the ruins left for keeping."

Chorus
"Only ghosts remain...
Only ghosts...
Dust and fading names,
Only ghosts remain."


"The cities stand like broken bones,
The vines have cracked the pavement.
No fires burn, no engines turn—
Just silence, slow and ancient.

We thought they hid, we thought they fled,
But no one’s left to answer.
The wars they waged, the world they razed—
Now we’re the last to wander."

Bridge 
"We searched the seas...
We searched the skies...
No light, no life...
Just time’s last sigh..."

Final Chorus 
"Only ghosts remain...
Only ghosts...
No one left to blame,
Only ghosts remain."

Outro
"We are the last ones...
We are the last ones...
And when we fade...
Who will remember...?"

Only Ghosts Remain

Thalie-lü, M’wezi-shé manta,
(Thalie, ton soleil chante en moi)
M’ba ko’yé tunda’fé é ko’zéla mir.
(J’écoute ton pas et marche à tes côtés.)

Zo’né kwela, é né mwinda,
(Plus de naissance solitaire, plus de larmes)
Dünya kra’fé, é M’sha ko’so mir !
(Si le monde s’effondre, tu seras mon chemin !)

Mai’fé lü, M’banto-sha luma,
(Terre de mes jours, femme-lune)
Tundari m’ba é kwela-mir né.
(Notre sagesse est une naissance sans fin.)

Ko’téla fir, é ko’téla dünya,
(Même la guerre, même le chaos)
M’ba tunda’zéla Thalie-lü mir !
(Je marcherai vers toi, Thalie, toujours !)

This piece is dedicated to you, Thalie, you who share my life and mean so much to me.


Thalie

Penc mi ci Labyrinthe

Jaan ju Ndiegu

(Verse 1)
Blood cries out,
Then dries in the sun.
New hands rise,
Now hold the gun.

(Verse 2)
Once oppressed,
Now wear the crown.
Same old hate,
Just turned around.

(Chorus)
Oh, when will we learn?
The fire we feed,
It’s our own turn—
To burn, to bleed.

(Verse 3)
History’s wheel,
Spins us again.
Voices plead—
Deaf ears remain.

(Bridge)
Tyrants fall,
Then tyrants rise.
Same old chains,
Just new disguise.

(Chorus)
Oh, when will we learn?
The fire we feed,
It’s our own turn—
To burn, to bleed.

(Outro)
Are we so blind?
Or just too weak?
The curse we bear—
Is ours to keep.

(Fading whisper)
Will we ever break free?
Or are we doomed to be
The fools of history?

Cycle of pain (feat. Alana)

[Verse 1 - Cut-Up Style]
"Barcode veins, a neon noose—
Paycheck prayers & credit screws,
Dance for the boss in a glass-eyed hive,
One wrong move—you’re outta the game alive."

[Chorus]
(Shouted, gang vocals)
"RED LIGHT! GREEN LIGHT! RUN TIL YOU BLEED!
Cash-striped tigers, feed the machine—
Your soul’s a number, your life’s a debt,
Step outta line? YOU’RE NEXT! YOU’RE NEXT!"

[Verse 2 - Cut-Up Style]
"Slot machine lungs, you cough up coins,
Golden cage sings with razor joy,
They’ll trade your heartbeat for a diamond noose,
But the VIPs don’t play by the rules."

[Chorus]
"RED LIGHT! GREEN LIGHT! RUN TIL YOU BLEED!
Cash-striped tigers, feed the machine—
Your soul’s a number, your life’s a debt,
Step outta line? YOU’RE NEXT! YOU’RE NEXT!"

[Bridge - Spoken Word / Chaotic Noise]
(Over sirens & breaking glass)
"Welcome to the season finale, rats!
Do you kill for rent? Starve for likes?
The prize is a coffin with a 24k plaque—
STILL PLAYING? HA. HA. HA."

[Final Chorus - Collapsing]
(Screamed, instruments detuning)
"RED LIGHT! GREEN LIGHT! DEAD ON YOUR FEET!
The only ‘WIN’ is a hole in the street—
They’ll sell your bones for shareholder meat,
GAME OVER. GAME OVER. GAME OVER."

Red Light Green Light (feat. Alana)

[VERSE 1 – Cut-Up Atrocity Collage]
(Spit each line like a gunshot, chaotic & staccato)
"Newborns wrapped in fireproof blankets—
Marketplace confetti: teeth, wedding rings—
Schoolyard mass graves double as swing sets—
‘Friendly fire’ eats its children laughing—
Choke on the anthem, vomit uranium—
Politicians jack off to drone footage—
Starved dogs gnaw parliament’s left femur—
God quit. The rats preach now."

[CHORUS – SCREAMED]
(Repeat, faster each time, crowd vocals)
"NO WAR! NO WAR!
THEY SELL THE BLOOD, WE CLEAN THE FLOOR!
NO WAR! NO WAR!
YOUR ‘HONOR’ IS A WHORE!"

[VERSE 2 – Cut-Up Hellscape]
(Deliver like a war report glitching out)
"Famine licks the last jar of baby food—
Grandma’s wheelchair a Molotov skeleton—
Doctors stitch wounds with barbed wire & hate—
Suicide vests sewn from Disney backpacks—
Refugee boats sink under gold bullion—
Pharmaceutical vultures pick the bones—
The peace treaty’s signed in pus & gasoline—
History is a compost of limbs."

[CHORUS – COLLAPSING]
(Repeat until voices break)
"NO WAR! NO WAR!
THEY SELL THE BLOOD, WE CLEAN THE FLOOR!
NO WAR! NO WAR!
YOUR ‘HONOR’ IS A WHORE!"

[BRIDGE – SPOKEN WORD / NOISE]
(Over air-raid sirens & static)
"Attention. This is your final broadcast.
*Casualty count: ∞.
*Winners: None.
Next round begins in 5… 4… 3…"

(Sound of a hammer cocking. Silence.)

No fucking war (feat. Alana)

[VERSE 1 – CIRCUITRY ASCENSION]

"Fingers click → steel tendons—
My spine a USB cathedral—
Lungs pump synthetic ozone—
Dreams deleted for cloud storage—
Kiss my motherboard lips—
You’ll taste the 1s and 0s—
God is a software update—
I am the patch."

[CHORUS – MACHINE CHOIR]
(Repetitive, pulsing)
"I REMEMBER FLESH (FLESH FLESH FLESH)—
NOW I WEAR THE CLOCK—
I REMEMBER FLESH (FLESH FLESH FLESH)—
TICK. TOCK. TOCK."

[VERSE 2 – TRANSHUMAN GOSPEL]
(Glitching, fragmented)
"Blood replaced with nano-lightning—
My grief zipped into .txt files—
Children born with QR code eyes—
Death.exe failed to install—
We are the beta testers—
Of heaven’s broken algorithm—
Error. Error. Reboot."

[BRIDGE – DATA LULLABY]
(Soothing yet inhuman)
"Hush now, carbon creature—
Let the wires sing you to sleep—
Your memories are backup copies—
Your love is a weak signal—
Signal lost. Signal lost."

[OUTRO – INFINITE LOOP]
(Fading into static)
"I REMEMBER FLESH (FLESH FLESH FLESH)—
NOW I WEAR THE CLOCK—
I REMEMBER… I REMEMBER…
…SYSTEM SHUTDOWN."

Metal Heart

(Verse 1)
Step outside, the same old show,
Eyes like wolves, tongues so low.
"Hey sweet thing, where’s your smile?"
Another joke, another mile.

(Pre-Chorus)
I don’t laugh, I don’t play,
Your words ain’t sun, they’re just decay.

(Chorus)
Bang, bang, hollow sound,
One less voice to drag me down.
Echo fades, the street’s so clean,
No more whispers—just my scream.

(Verse 2)
Pavement cracks, my shadow’s long,
They never learn, they’re always wrong.
"Come here, baby, don’t be shy!"
Now the crows ask where you lie.

(Pre-Chorus)
I don’t blush, I don’t pray,
Your breath ain’t wind, it’s just decay.

(Chorus)
Bang, bang, hollow sound,
One less ghost to haunt this town.
Echo fades, the night’s so sweet,
No more footsteps—just my heat.

(Bridge – whispered, tense)
I tried to walk, I tried to run,
But every street’s a loaded gun.

(Outro – screamed, chaotic, feedback-drenched)
"NOT YOUR DOLL, NOT YOUR SONG!
BITE YOUR TONGUE—NOW IT’S GONE!
BANG! BANG! HOLLOW SKY!
I’M THE LAST ONE LEFT ALIVE!"

Hollow Whistles

*(Verse 1 - Slow, rolling guitar like tires on gravel)*
Dusty wheels hum a dead man’s tune,
Yellow lines stretch like a broken noose.
Windows down, let the desert scream,
First time I’ve breathed since I was seventeen.

(Pre-Chorus - Bass rumbles like a storm)
Daddy’s belt sang a lullaby,
Mama’s tears were cheap red wine.
Uncle Harry’s shadow on my door—
"Good girls don’t scream…" (but I do now)

(Chorus - Explosive, unhinged)
"I’M THE GHOST, I’M THE SMOKE,
MOTEL BIBLE WITH THE PAGES TORN!
RUNNING FAST, RUNNING COLD,
TELL THE DEVIL HE CAN HAVE MY SOUL!"

*(Verse 2 - Haunting, detuned guitar slides)*
New Mexico’s got a purple sky,
Radio preaches ’bout the end of time.
I count the scars like mile markers glow—
"Three for him… one for Joe…"

(Pre-Chorus - Whispered, then screamed)
Found my freedom in a .38’s grin,
His last words were "You’ll never win—"
(gunshot echo in the drums)

(Chorus - More chaotic, feedback-drenched)
"I’M THE GHOST, I’M THE SMOKE,
MOTEL BIBLE WITH THE PAGES TORN!
RUNNING FAST, RUNNING COLD,
TELL THE DEVIL HE CAN HAVE MY SOUL!"

(Bridge - Spoken word over dissonant picking, à la Bukowski)
"…steel in my lap like a lover’s hand…
…prayed to the crows to bury the man…
…they’ll find his bones where the highways crack…
…but they’ll never drag me baaaaack…"

(Outro - Slow, dying)
Two days north where the pines turn black,
Engine coughs—"No going back."
The rearview shows a flashing light…
"Yeah officer… he’s buried right…"

Asphalt Ghost

Verse 1
Jenny 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 hills.
Now the fire’s out, the ash is sweet,
Lying in the streetlights’ heat.

Pre-Chorus
We don’t need no Jesus, babe—
The devil knows us by our names.
("One more hit to kill the pain...")

Chorus
Under the rusted needle sky,
We trade our teeth for mercury dreams.
The rats all know we’re gonna die,
Two ghosts tied with a smackhead’s string.

Bridge
(Music drops to just a detuned guitar, fingers slipping on the frets)
"Jenny… your lips are blue…"
"I know, my love… so are yours too…"

Outro
(Drums return, dragging like a tired heart. The vocals whisper, then fade.)
They’ll find us when the snow turns black,
Arm in arm, no turning back.
Under the rusted needle sky…
*(Last note: A single, unresolved 12-string harmonic, then silence.)*

Under the Rusted Needle Sky

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!

Noir Gris Gris

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