Name: Titular Pas de Menuet by Fritz
Duration: 2 min 46 s
Description: Powder your wig. Adjust your codpiece and step lightly. When the Lord of Manor's daughter has her eye on the musician; it always ends badly.

Powder your wig. Adjust your codpiece and step lightly. When the Lord of Manor's daughter has her eye on the musician; it always ends badly.

Titular Pas de Menuet

Explicit !
Lyrics :
My feet are damp with summer’s heat,
a slick devotion, perfumed and sweet.
They play in rhythm, soft yet firm,
a dance of pleasure, twist, and turn.

The air pulses of salt and musk,
a scent that lingers, bold, robust.
My arches press, my toes caress,
a skill perfected, nothing less.

Chorus:
My sweaty toes bring the heat,
Soft and tender, my soles entreat.
A footjob's promise, smooth and slow,
In this passion, let your pleasures flow.

Sweet feet caress your marble curve,
a dance that makes the nerves unnerve.
The friction builds, the tension grows,
a secret delight only my soles know.

No hands could match this velvet grip,
this teasing slide, this oily slip.
The warmth of skin, the pulse beneath,
You crave for an elusive relief.

Chorus:
My sweaty toes bring the heat,
Soft and tender, my soles entreat.
A footjob's promise, smooth and slow,
Your gorgeous shaft soon will flow.

Bridge:
Your breath quickens as I tease,
My toes entwined, eager to please.
A playful rhythm, a gentle squeeze
Soon, honey, you will moan “please”

I watch you shudder, watch you yield,
to every move my feet reveal.
A silent pact, a shared delight,
the edge of pleasure, edged just right.

And when you spurt, I smile, content,
my work well done, my strength well spent.
For in this art, I reign supreme—
a goddess of the sweat-slick dream.

The art of my soles

The choice to name this electronic music production September is a nod to the focused effort and foundational work that defined this period. The past month has been dedicated almost entirely to learning, experimenting, and intensely developing new production techniques and complex sound design skills. This track, therefore, represents the culmination of that progress—a sonic stepping stone and the essential blueprint for all my future music.

Produced in the
ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia

30.9.2025

September

My moods: dream, ill, angry, angel love, anesthesia, happy tears, relieved, happy, mindfull

Moods

Industrial 3

Wild Wild West (Night on Earth Mix)

Now THIS is a shitty song!

Lyrics:
All you people, better watch your back
He’s parkour poopin’ down the railroad track
Gonna mount his fecal attack
He’s a scatophilic acrobat

Taking shits and doing the splits,
Nobody can withstand the spray of his fecal blitz
Squirting doo doo everywhere
While he does back flips through the air

Look out for shit streaks
They’re signs that he’s lurking
In quarters of town in your vicinity
How can this be?  I’ll tell you
There’s no one that won’t be covered in his shit
From head to toe you’ll be drenched
In his ca-ca, oh Chewbacca!
Nobody knew his weaponized poo
Would be used as a warfare projectile
Hosing you down all over town
His volcanic asshole erupts on your face

Gotta eat his fibre and prunes
Using diarrhea to make water balloons
The odor from his shitting spree
It will bring you to your fucking knees

Taking dumps and stumping chumps
Gulping down laxatives while snorting some bumps
Getting chased on down the road,
You can all fucking suck on his choad

Don’t need a pit stop
He’ll break into your shop
And dook on the carpet, 
Then he’ll do it again till quarter to ten, and then he’ll
Re-aim his cross hairs to seniors in park squares
The elderly won’t be spared
Of his diarrhetic discharge
On a war path, excretion blast
Nobody will make it out unstained
Infections of staph, run to the bath
And clean yourself off before it’s too late, now

Taking shits and doing flips
Falling down stairs and breaking his hips
Rush him to the hospital
Where he’ll take a fucking shit on you all

Taking poops and marching the troops
Squirting his shit through flying circus hoops
He’s a GG Allin fan
He’s a scatophilic acrobat

He’s off to the races
He’ll crap on your faces
And onto your dinner plate
You’re throwing a fit, you’re eating his shit
It’s time to seek shelter immediately
Or fall victim to his digestive system
Spray your ugly face with ca-ca
Time to get hit with a blast of shit
Pretty soon you will be seeing brown
His shit is punk rock, the best on the block
Got fired from his job as a circus clown


Scatophilic is not a real word, I made it up

Scatophilic Acrobat

Seven years ago, Oddrun and I released a beautiful collaboration titled “Smile” — a heartfelt reinterpretation of the timeless theme from Charlie Chaplin’s Modern Times (1936) 🎬.  Born from a melody that once underscored silent emotions on screen, our version gave it a new voice — tender, human, and full of light.  For some reason, it never made its way to my SoundCloud page… until now. It feels like the right moment to share this piece again — a little fragment of beauty we both cherished.
 I hope it touches you as it once touched us. ✨

Arrangements by Charles Chambaz 
All instruments, effects are performed by myself. 
For more information, see my public Profile
Vocals by Oddrun (@oddrun-eikli)

Smile: A Charles(music) & Oddrun(vocal) Collaboration

Written by Glenny G ( October 1st 2025 )
Run Another Mile  ( Poem )
One single moment , your out of time
This has to be or you fall behind
And then you find it , you want to be
All of the things that you said to me
You keep on running , Running another mile 
You keep on running , Running another mile

Your full of love , Your full of hate
Laying down when you wake
So divine , inside the jade
You run along and you find your way
And keep on running , running another mile
And keep on running , Running another mile

Your sick of time , Your sick of faith 
Your sick of all the human race
Your hardened heart , Your head in hand
Your hoping for a place to land
SOLO ( Guitar )
You keep on running , Running another mile
You keep on running , Running another mile........

Run Another Mile ( Original with Lyrics )

Meditation in the Garden of Transformation

So follow the path of eternal light

Composition and Sampling collage by Synline.
Photo by Eyeem Mobile GmbH

Ride or Die

New Release : https://fritz7.bandcamp.com/album/gazing

Composing and Performing my musical ideas.
https://fritz7.bandcamp.com/follow_me

Titular Pas de Menuet

Fritz

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