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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)

LO MISMO DE SIEMPRE

AURORA

"Facing the Empty Sea"
(A Lament for the Last Men)

[Verse 1]
We stand where the waves once roared,
Now cracked earth and hollow shore.
The sky weeps dust, the wind’s a dirge,
A funeral march for the dying world.

[Verse 2]
We burned the forests, poisoned the rain,
Turned rivers to veins of rust and pain.
The factories hummed, the bombs took flight,
Now silence sings in the endless night.

[Chorus]
Oh, what have we done?
The war is won, but the war was all.
No birds left to mourn, no seeds to sow,
Just ghosts in the ruins of a world we broke.

[Verse 3]
The last tree fell with no one to hear,
Its roots like bones in a shallow grave.
We drank the last drop, cursed the thirst,
Now even our tears have turned to dirt.

[Bridge]
No God to forgive, no devil to blame,
Just the weight of the name we carved in vain.
Homo sapiens—the wise, they said,
But wisdom dies with the last breath.

[Chorus]
Oh, what have we done?
The war is won, but the war was all.
No birds left to mourn, no seeds to sow,
Just ghosts in the ruins of a world we broke.

[Outro]
So we’ll lie down where the sea once swayed,
Close our eyes as the light decays.
Let the sand take our hands, our shame, our sins—
The last men to drown in the empty wind.

Facing the empty sea

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

Liminal space (feat. Kipanga)

[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 killers, in God we distrust.
The womb and the grave, the poem and the knife,
Forever at war—shadows and light.

[Verse 3]
The soldier writes home in the trenches at night,
His fingers still trembling, his soul half-alive.
"What's broken can't mend," but the artist still tries,
To stitch up the world with ink and with lies.

[Bridge]
"We are all doomed," but then—what’s the use?
The painter still dreams, the poet breaks loose.
The war never ends, but neither does spring,
The children still laugh, the church bells still ring.

[Chorus]
Oh, we’re fire and dust, love and rust,
Creators and killers, in God we distrust.
The womb and the grave, the poem and the knife,
Forever at war—shadows and light.

[Outro]
So hold the beast back, let the angel take flight,
Or burn in the chaos, blind in the night.
But if you must choose—then create, don’t destroy,
For the world’s already drowning in noise.

Dust and light

[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 TikTok smirk,
Gaslight geometry— "It’s just a quirk!"
Quantum gurus sell cults in threads,
While fascists whisper inside your head.

"Freedom of speech!"—but the speech is wire,
A bot farm’s dream, a dumpster fire.
Deepfake prophets and placebo facts,
The chaos machine never clicks back.

[Bridge] (Cut-Up Spoken Word)
"Mask— hoax! —5G— cancer! —Hitler— dancer!
Climate— fake! —Punch— the woke! —Echo— CHOKE!"
(Glitch sounds, screams sampled from far-right podcasts)

[Chorus]
Welcome to the network of the DUMB!
Where every lie gets a crucifixion.
Darwin’s weeping in the code’s cold hum,
The monkeys type—REVOLUTION!

[Outro] (Distorted, repeating)
"You are the news now… YOU ARE THE NEWS NOW…"
(Fades into static, a lone voice whispers:)
"None of this is real—but here’s an ad."

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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!

CODE EDEN_ First Permutation (demo)

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