Woke up in a city, chasing dreams in neon light
Had a pocket full of hope, thought I'd own the night
But the skyline's just a backdrop, for the race I'm running blind
Every step I take forward, leaves contentment behind

Bought the latest gadget, thought it'd fill the void inside
But the thrill it faded quickly, now it's just another ride
Climbing higher, reaching further, but the summit's out of sight
On this endless hedonic treadmill, I'm spinning every night

Round and round, I'm chasing shadows in the dark
Another mile, another milestone, but I'm back where I start
Hedonic treadmill, always running, but I never find the spark
Just a ghost in a machine, losing pieces of my heart


There's a woman in the mirror, she's got lines beneath her eyes
She's been climbing corporate ladders, trading sleep for overtime
Every promotion, just a moment, in the grand scheme of her life
The applause fades to silence, leaving echoes of her strife

She bought a house with a garden, but the flowers never bloom
She filled the rooms with fancy things, yet still she feels the gloom
She's got a title, got respect, but it's just another plume
On the wings of her ambition, flying circles in her room

Round and round, she's chasing shadows in the dark
Another mile, another milestone, but she's back where she start
Hedonic treadmill, always running, but she never finds the spark
Just a ghost in a machine, losing pieces of her heart

We're all dreamers, we're believers, in the future we design
But the finish line keeps moving, with each goal we redefine
We're addicted to the newness, to the rush of what's unseen
But the high's a fleeting moment, like a whisper in between

There's a kid out in the suburbs, dreaming big behind closed doors
He's got posters of his idols, and a list of all his scores
But the medals on his dresser, are just tokens of his wars
Fighting battles for approval, never knowing what it's for

He's got the grades, he's got the plan, but something's always missed
The joy of simple moments, lost in the pursuit of bliss
He's climbing higher, thinking someday, he'll reach the top of this
But the view is just a mirage, fading into the abyss

Round and round, we're chasing shadows in the dark
Another mile, another milestone, but we're back where we start
Hedonic treadmill, always running, but we never find the spark
Just ghosts in a machine, losing pieces of our hearts

So we run, and we run, through the night and through the day
Chasing happiness like a phantom, that always slips away
But maybe if we stop, take a breath, and just stay
We'll find the joy we're missing, in the simple things we say

Hedonic Treadmill

Amantes de games online e de  um bom Rock/ Metal; onde cada frase e melodia conta uma história.

Playing with ideas.. mostly failing :)
I love listening to music, from the baroque era(love Bach, Vivaldi) and some traditional old music all the way to the music nowadays.

It's not how big the artist is, I'm listening to the song with no other expectations that finding a good musical story behind the music. 
Not a fan of progress and being different for the sake of it. 
I like when people try to revive and build on old ideas. I think it sometimes carries much bigger risks than trying new things and can go to interesting places..

Not a good instrument player,  but like to tinker with it..

"Those who can, do; those who can't, use computers." << me.

All the music here is generated from Musescore, which I use to write down the ideas while I experiment on guitar and/or piano.

If interested to collaborate, send me a message..
Thanks for listening!

Big fan of the Canterbury scene, non direction and R.I.O. if you haven’t noticed … showing my age I guess 🙄

Born in 1980 under the name KRT, the band began its journey in the raw energy of live shows — in Spain, including a memorable concert in Burgos, and in Brussels at the Teatro. Those early years, intense and furious, were wiped away overnight: all archives, tapes, posters, and memories stolen in a single car theft, as if someone had tried to erase history itself.

By the late ’80s and early ’90s, the group found shelter in the former RKM studio on Avenue Molière in Brussels, under the demanding ear of artistic producer Jean-Claude Maury. From those sessions emerged Fast Beat and The Ballad of the Mouse and the Bird, defining tracks that carved NUR’s sound into stone — dark, restless, untamed.

After a split and years of silence, the band resurfaced under the name NUR, carried this time by the new promise of the digital age. The music could no longer be erased; it was destined to survive.

But fate struck again: the passing of one of the founding members closed the collective chapter. Today, NUR rises once more, as a solo incarnation. More than a project: a resurrection. A flame still burning, more than forty years after its first spark.

"Redder" is a palindrome. Like "racecar" or "level". These pieces of music ain't.

My name is Volker Redder, online I go by "docredder." It all came about because I studied biology and computer science for a long time and received my doctorate as the crowning achievement of my academic career.
As a child, I sang Bach in the church's „Knabenchor Unser Lieben Frauen“ because my mother thought it was good for my soul. And it was, until, thanks to an excellent teacher, I realized that music is like mathematics. After that, I loved not only music but also mathematics and all sciences based on mathematics: physics, biology, chemistry, computer science. So, I went straight into the natural sciences and engineering. Yes, I studied a lot. However, a university career wasn't for me. I wanted to monetize the findings of the various sciences (you can't live on air and love alone) and founded over a dozen companies. Because who wants life to follow a clear formula? I certainly didn't. In addition to adventurous entrepreneurship, the subsequent career in politics (German Bundestag), and a growing family, I was constantly picking up the guitar or keyboard, which is what you do when you want to escape the chaos of everyday life.
Should I say I'm a virtuoso? No. That would be a lie. I'm just too lazy for that. Laziness, or in modern parlance, "efficiency," is a principle for me. And so I founded my "own studio," consisting of a lot of electronics and software. The hipsters call it DIY. I call it "not wanting to act like a big shot and book expensive recording studios." I'm a one-man orchestra, a chef-d'oeuvre who spends all day producing pop, rock, indie, and ambient mishmash until he finally finds it he likes. My menu? Pink Floyd, Genesis, Supertramp, Muse, Zappa, Miles Davis, and many more. Yes, all at once. I told you: mishmash.
There are guys who write music to become famous. Then there's me. I write music to keep myself from going crazy. Sometimes it's funny, sometimes there's melancholy in it, sometimes it's stories from literature or something sci-fi. Or from Tinder dates my daughters have told me. I mean, who hasn't wondered what "being in Tinder light" is? Exactly. I wrote it down. I use everything I can get my hands on: GarageBand, samples, my voice, AI voices, Udio, VirtualDJ, everything! I don't care if purists say it's no longer art. It doesn't matter, the main thing is that my music feels like a window you can look out of and discover something new again and again.
Every song becomes a little adventure. Sometimes I start with a line, sometimes with a feeling I can't shake. It's like an escape from reality, except in the end, there's no escape. And that's a good thing. This is how I stay grounded. Okay, grounded isn't the right word either. Let me put it this way: I've stayed true to myself. And I'm grateful for everyone who listens, shares, or comments.
It makes me feel like I'm not completely alone in this madness. So if you also like songs that don't follow the rules, I'd be happy if you joined in. After all, the world is crazy enough.
You have to fight that with music. I mean, that's logical, right?

Hello, I am RetroRave. I'm a sucker for the 80s and I make electronic music - Disco, Retrowave or whatever starts playing into my mind. Thank you for listening to my stuff.

Newest release: The Dark Sun (Orchestrated)

A new sound is on the horizon. I start recording it in 2026. Watch this space.
 
STEALTH.

 Thank you everyone for your support over the years! 

Shine on!

Gary Von Pink

https://www.youtube.com/@pinkart/videos (My art cnannel on YouTube)

https://www.instagram.com/houses_of_pink/

Jabari Keon Carter A.K.A. JK. Carter is an Artist born in Lexington, South Carolina [01/20/1993] ( JK. is his first & middle initial of his name which leaves a meaning... abari= valiant, eon= long period of time, Carter= carrier) Jabari Keon Carter A.K.A. JK. Carter is an Artist born in Lexington, South Carolina [01/20/1993] raised in Jackson, South Carolina. (JK. is his first & middle initial of his name which leaves a meaning abari= valiant, eon= long period of time, Carter= carrier) 
JK. Carter is an accomplished musician from the United States who is well-known in the Hip Hop community. He seamlessly incorporates contemporary aspects into his music maintaining historical foundations, which keeps it fresh and interesting.
His songs have a profound effect on listeners because they explore social themes, personal experiences, and societal critique. JK. Carter's music is certain to create a lasting impression on anyone who listens, whether he is spitting out hard-hitting lyrics or pensive ballads. He has developed a sizable fan base thanks to his distinctive sound and intriguing songs. He is well known for the songs "The Grandson," "A Nigga Like You," "Old Same New Stranger," and "Old Same New Stranger - JK. Carter Remix."  Music fans have both found resonance with these songs and others. JK. Carter has established himself as a hip hop artist to watch thanks to his original storytelling, skill with words, and intriguing beats. JK. Carter's music is evidence of his commitment to and love of the Hip Hop genre. He keeps establishing himself as a key figure in the modern Hip Hop industry so keep an eye out for JK. Carter's next songs as he pushes boundaries and enthrall fans with his distinctive style.

Hedonic Treadmill

Axioms of Mediocrity