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

Last Fix Symphony

Liminal space (feat. Kipanga)

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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