Coveler by Traveler Rave

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"Résidences secondaires" est une série de vidéos musicales produite par la Salle Le Bournot sur les projets artistiques qu’elle accueille en création. Résidence #5 avec Juliette Z et La Zinuite (Aurélia Etienne, Juliet Cuer et Nadège Sanlefranque) pour la réalisation d'un extrait de "BABEL", conte polyphonique totalement déjanté et étonnamment philosophique. Production : Salle Le Bournot / Service culturel de la Ville d'Aubenas - Réalisation : NEOS Films

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Le silence des pantoufles

Bayaan - Kahan Jaoon (Slowed to Perfection)

Outside the Mall is an avant-garde rock journey where the narrator sings and humorously complains about the chaos of the modern world, longing for a UFO to whisk him away. Expect quirky rhythms, playful absurdity, and surreal storytelling that blend social commentary with imaginative, unpredictable soundscapes.

Outside the mall

Billy BombShoe is an avant-garde rock journey full of quirky rhythms, surreal soundscapes, and unexpected twists. This track blends experimental textures with playful chaos, creating a wild, unpredictable sonic adventure.

Billy Bombshoe

The left wants us ignored or silenced
Or they'll just resort to violence
The news purports to be unbiased
The Lord used a shepherd to slay a giant

They've got no room for moderates
Who'll they accuse of intolerance?
We need to stay sober and alert
Or we'll end up like Charlie Kirk

They want us to suffer in silence
To be accepting and compliant
To follow their left wing science
Or wash our hands of it, like Pontius Pilate

David looked that giant in the face
And said "today's your dyin' day."
That giant profaned the Lord's name
And by a shepherd's hand was slain

Men and women of this great land
We need to grab the Savior's hand
And stand for what we believe
Repent n humbly hit our knees

They want us to suffer in silence
To be accepting and compliant
To follow their left wing science
Or wash our hands of it, like Pontius Pilate

David looked that giant in the face
And said "today's your dyin' day."
That giant profaned the Lord's name
And by a shepherd's hand was slain

The left wants us ignored or silenced
Or they'll just resort to violence
The news purports to be unbiased
The Lord used a shepherd to slay a giant
They want us to suffer in silence
To be accepting and compliant
To follow their left wing science
Or wash our hands of it, like Pontius Pilate

They've got no room for moderates
Who'll they accuse of intolerance?
We need to stay sober and alert
Or we'll end up like Charlie Kirk
We need to stay sober and alert
Or we'll end up like Charlie Kirk

Like Charlie Kirk

Voices in the Static

Broken streets, neon fades,
Truth gets twisted, justice decays.
Screens ignite, they sell the lies,
We trade our souls for alibis.

Every breath feels counterfeit,
Every word’s a hypocrite.
We’re choking on the noise they make,
But silence is the choice we break.

And in the static I hear a call,
A fragile voice beneath it all.

We’re drowning in a world insane,
Carved in chaos, built on pain.
But still we rise, against the tide,
The truth survives when hope’s alive.

Iron fists in velvet hands,
Programmed minds obey commands.
Fear’s the currency they trade,
Another war, another grave.

We break the chains they fabricate,
We elevate, we detonate.
The system burns, but we remain,
Unbroken voices in the rain.

And in the static I hear a call,
A fragile voice beneath it all.

We’re drowning in a world insane,
Carved in chaos, built on pain.
But still we rise, against the tide,
The truth survives when hope’s alive.

Echoes collide,
Darkness divides.
Still I remain,
Still I arise.

We’re drowning in a world insane,
Carved in chaos, built on pain.
But still we rise, against the tide,
The truth survives when hope’s alive.

Voices in the Static

The Fallen Angel

Today I wake with no direction,
The streets beneath me fade away.
Years of love and true devotion
Vanished in a single day.

Don’t let the silence drag me down,
I’m breaking, falling to the ground.
A fire still burns beneath the pain,
The fallen angel speaks my name.

I crawl the road just like a shadow,
Every step returns the pain.
The mirrors crack but show my face,
A thousand scars I can’t erase.

Don’t let the silence drag me down,
I’m breaking, falling to the ground.
A fire still burns beneath the pain,
The fallen angel speaks my name.

Even in the crowd I stumble,
Hope is fragile, hope is thin.

Don’t let the silence drag me down,
I’ve carried this weight too long.
Through fire and storm I stand again,
The fallen angel won’t remain.

Through the storm, I still remain

The Fallen Angel

Verse 1
When I woke up in the morning light,
The sky was burning, golden bright.
I felt the silence, heard the sound,
But shadows started coming round.

Verse 2
I tried to hold the warmth inside,
But storms were moving, could not hide.
A hidden weight began to rise,
Dark clouds gathered in the skies.

Chorus 1
Dark clouds in the shining sky,
Questions with no reason why.
Even when the light is near,
Shadows whisper… I still hear.

Verse 3
I walked the streets, the air was cold,
A fragile heart, a story told.
I tried to laugh, I tried to sing,
But storms erased the joy I bring.

Bridge
You can’t erase the fire inside,
The storm won’t steal the breath I take.
Though heavy clouds may block the way,
The light will learn to stay.

Final Chorus / Climax
Dark clouds in the shining sky,
Hope and sorrow intertwined.
Even when the day is bright,
Shadows dance within the light.

Dark Clouds in the Shining Sky

Lyric

Verse 1
Four months gone, a void no time could heal,
Echoes in silence, your shadow I still feel.
My body bears the weight, each breath drifts away,
A memory unbroken, though night steals the day.

Verse 2
I search your face in the frame on the wall,
But only solitude answers my call.
Your perfume lingers on the empty bed,
Morning coffee tastes of the dead.

Hook
On this darkened stage, my soul still cries for you,
A symphony of longing, a love that stays true.
Just a body that is gone, an end I can’t obey,
In every note that lingers, forever I will stay.

Bridge
I promised I’d be your harbor, your strength, your wall,
But how do vows survive when the altar lets you fall?
A fury burns within me, against the silent skies,
I scream your name into the wind, only echoes reply.

Final Hook
On this darkened stage, my soul still cries for you.
Forever I will stay, forever I will stay.

Outro
Echoes reply… echoes reply…

A Symphony Of Longing

Afterlight

Turning around… turning around…
The city fades - I feel the night begin.
Silence cuts through all the noise within.
The air is slow, the shadows crawl,
I find myself… escaping it all.

The world keeps shouting in my ears,
Every headline built on fear.
Truth is bent and sold again,
Power feeds on broken men.
I walk through streets that never sleep,
Screens reflecting eyes too weak.
No place left to hide my mind,
I’m burning from the noise inside.

They call it freedom,
But I can’t feel it here.
They call it order,
But all I sense is fear.

Because I can’t take it anymore,
My mind is tired, my spirit sore.
In the silence I am reborn 
This is where I’m safe once more.

The daylight burns, it never heals.
Faces blur in spinning wheels.
I see the world devour itself 
All the noise, all the rage, all the lies that I’ve felt.

Night comes… and I feel safe again.
The noise fades, the city sleeps.
I can breathe… I can finally breathe.
Here - in the dark - I exist.

Because I can’t take it anymore.
But I don’t need their world to endure.
In the silence I am reborn 
This is where I’m safe once more.

Silence… my shelter.
Silence… my cure.

Afterlight

Songwriter. Storyteller. Sound pioneer, Stan Countz is a genre-bending songwriter with over 300 original songs under his belt — a true craftsman of lyric and melody. From his debut track “Those Hap Happy Days” in 2005, a nostalgic tribute to the golden era of the ’50s and ’60s, Stan has built a musical legacy rooted in meaning, melody, and message.

Writing under the moniker Stan and Be Counted, he stands tall in the world of music as both a creator and a voice of purpose. His catalog spans a kaleidoscope of genres — from contemporary Christian rock and gospel to EDM, country pop, blues, R&B, hip hop, folk, and beyond. Each song is a reflection of his passion for storytelling and his desire to uplift, challenge, and connect.

Whether crafting soul-stirring love ballads, foot-tapping jingles, or heart-pounding hard rock anthems, Stan brings a rare blend of versatility, depth, and soul to every track. He doesn't just write songs — he writes moments you can feel.

Stan Countz is more than an artist — he’s a movement. A call to stand... and be counted. He is a prolific lyricist and lives in Denison, Texas with his artist/photographer wife. 

If you're an Artist looking for a song for the next hit, send me a message. Who knows, I may have a gem and a #1 hit for us both!

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