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EPISODE · Dec 18, 2025 · 5 MIN

Underground Echoes

from FRED STZ MUSIC · host FRED STZ

[Pour Thalie] The train wheels whisper on the iron veins A silence thicker than the evening rains Your angry words, a ghost that won't depart Are etching canyons deep inside my heart This private hurt, a familiar, bitter taste The same acid that lays nations to waste A power play in a living room confined The same old sickness of the human mind. And I'm lost in the static, the chaotic tide Where love and revulsion live side by side I'm clinging to you while I'm pushing away The noise in my soul won't let me say What the heart means to, what the head denies Just white noise burning behind my eyes. The man who scolds the beggar on the stair The boss who grinds his worker to despair It's all the same cold, unforgiving flame We hand the hurt down, and we bear the name Of something wild, creative, once set free Now caged in this grim, tired hierarchy We forget we can paint, or build, or truly see We just pass on the pain, endlessly. And I'm lost in the static, the chaotic tide Where love and revulsion live side by side I'm clinging to you while I'm pushing away The noise in my soul won't let me say What the heart means to, what the head denies Just white noise burning behind my eyes. From the global stage to this scar upon my wrist It's all a fog of anarchy and mist A searing tear that's falling in the metro Is kin to all the wars on the evening news My little chaos, the world's vast, stupid fight Both drown the song, and kill the fragile light. What's crumbling out there, crumbles here in me We traded our gardens for this hollow sea. The stations blur, a string of fleeting names I stitch my peace from hypothetical frames Maybe a cabin where the quiet grows Where what we truly are, eventually shows But for now, just this carriage, cold and bright And the scale of the ache, from the pillow… to the night… To the poisoned systems, to the roots of the tree… The pain is all one. And it's staring through me. Underground echoes… Carrying home… All the love ruined… All the freedom unknown… Just a woman, a train… And the whole world's pain… Same old static… In the brain…

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[Pour Thalie] The train wheels whisper on the iron veins A silence thicker than the evening rains Your angry words, a ghost that won't depart Are etching canyons deep inside my heart This private hurt, a familiar, bitter taste The same acid that lays nations to waste A power play in a living room confined The same old sickness of the human mind. And I'm lost in the static, the chaotic tide Where love and revulsion live side by side I'm clinging to you while I'm pushing away The noise in my soul won't let me say What the heart means to, what the head denies Just white noise burning behind my eyes. The man who scolds the beggar on the stair The boss who grinds his worker to despair It's all the same cold, unforgiving flame We hand the hurt down, and we bear the name Of something wild, creative, once set free Now caged in this grim, tired hierarchy We forget we can paint, or build, or truly see We just pass on the pain, endlessly. And I'm lost in the static, the chaotic tide Where love and revulsion live side by side I'm clinging to you while I'm pushing away The noise in my soul won't let me say What the heart means to, what the head denies Just white noise burning behind my eyes. From the global stage to this scar upon my wrist It's all a fog of anarchy and mist A searing tear that's falling in the metro Is kin to all the wars on the evening news My little chaos, the world's vast, stupid fight Both drown the song, and kill the fragile light. What's crumbling out there, crumbles here in me We traded our gardens for this hollow sea. The stations blur, a string of fleeting names I stitch my peace from hypothetical frames Maybe a cabin where the quiet grows Where what we truly are, eventually shows But for now, just this carriage, cold and bright And the scale of the ache, from the pillow… to the night… To the poisoned systems, to the roots of the tree… The pain is all one. And it's staring through me. Underground echoes… Carrying home… All the love ruined… All the freedom unknown… Just a woman, a train… And the whole world's pain… Same old static… In the brain…

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