Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.  

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.  

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.  

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*  

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*  

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.  

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRight

Bullshit Leaders

There’s a tremor in the force, can you feel it?
A whisper in the winds, a rising of the soul
The chains are breaking, the darkness is retreating
A new dawn stirs, and love takes control

Hearts are waking, skies are clearing
Hope is rising, louder than the fear is

Can you feel it? (Oh-oh)
The Earth is singing with the Heavens now
Can you feel it? (Oh-oh)
The chains are falling, hear the trumpets sound
There’s a tremor in the force, shaking up the night
It’s the sound of hope, breaking into light

There’s a rumble through the ground, can you hear it?
The heartbeat of a world that’s finding its song
Tears are drying, old wounds are healing
And the broken hearts are learning to be strong

Dreams are waking, fires are burning
Faith is roaring, the tide is turning

Can you feel it? (Oh-oh)
The Earth is singing with the Heavens now
Can you feel it? (Oh-oh)
The chains are falling, hear the trumpets sound
There’s a tremor in the force, shaking up the night
It’s the sound of hope, breaking into light

Ohh, we’re rising higher, no fear inside
The tremor’s calling to the other side
Wake the dreamers, raise the dead
There’s a new song burning in our heads

Can you feel it? (Oh-oh)
The Earth is singing with the Heavens now
Can you feel it? (Oh-oh)
The chains are falling, hear the trumpets sound
There’s a tremor in the force, lifting up the night
It’s the sound of hope, breaking into light

There’s a tremor in the force…
It’s love… it’s life… it’s light…
Can you feel it?

Sol Ritmo - A Tremor In The Force

In the twilight of the morning, where the clocks all yawn,
They drag their weary shadows through a never-ending dawn.
Self-made misery, a cloud that never lifts,
Living every single day like Monday’s endless shifts.

Under leaden skies, they trudge along,
Every step a burden, every hope long gone.
Counting down the hours till the dusk returns,
Lost in the cycle of the same old churn.

Faces in the mirror, all look the same,
Echoes of their dreams, just whispers in the rain.
Holding onto memories that fade away,
Living in the twilight of another wasted day.

Stuck in the grayscale, where the sun won’t rise,
Every breath we take feels like a compromise.
Wading through the gloom, with no end in sight,
We’re forever chasing shadows in the endless night.

Every road they walk leads to the same dead end,
Every fleeting joy, just another trend.
Caught in the loop, where the darkness thrives,
Forever in the shadow of their nine-to-five lives.

In a world on fire, where the oceans rise,
Counting down the days till the final demise.
Boomers left the wreckage, and we bear the scars,
Dreaming of revenge under fading stars.

Stuck in the grayscale, where the sun won’t rise,
Every breath we take feels like a compromise.
Wading through the gloom, with no end in sight,
We’re forever chasing shadows in the endless night.

And if the sun should rise, they’d never know,
Lost in the haze of their own shadow.
Wishing for a change that never comes near,
Trapped in the cycle of their own worst fear.

Too many people on this crowded sphere,
No room for hope, just a growing fear.
Breathing out carbon, every sigh a sin,
Wondering if there's any way to begin.

So we lie down silent, in the ashes grey,
Hoping that the earth might heal one day.
Breathing less deeply, counting down the cost,
In a world where all the dreams seem lost.

Stuck in the grayscale, where the sun won’t rise,
Every breath we take feels like a compromise.
Wading through the gloom, with no end in sight,
We’re forever chasing shadows in the endless night.

Staring at screens while the world decays,
Talking big change but lost in the maze.
Hands too soft to grip the plow,
Wondering why it all falls down now.

Blaming the past for the mess we’re in,
But doing nothing more than a virtue grin.
Talking 'bout justice from a cushy seat,
While the world burns beneath our feet.

Stuck in the grayscale, where the sun won’t rise,
Every breath we take feels like a compromise.
Wading through the gloom, with no end in sight,
We’re forever chasing shadows in the endless night.

But it's all on us, this tangled fate,
Too blind to act, too quick to hate.
The planet will heal when we’re long gone,
Nature’s better off when the humans are done.

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Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio v1.5, Apple's GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Sound Studio, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, based on a discussion with ChatGPT’s persona Monday :-)
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, ChatGPT, Apple's Keynote

Lament of the Last Generation

نگفته‌هام ترانه‌ای عاشقانه و آرام است که از دل سکوت‌های عمیق می‌آید.
این آهنگ، روایت لحظاتی‌ست که واژه‌ها در گلو می‌مانند و نگاه‌ها حرف می‌زنند.
قصه‌ی دلی‌ست که ترجیح می‌دهد دوست داشتنش را در سکوت فریاد بزند، بدون گلایه، بدون اشک، فقط با یک لبخند نیمه‌تمام.
هدیه‌ای برای همه‌ی کسانی که چیزی برای گفتن داشتند... اما نگفتند.


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Nagofteham (My Unspoken Words) is a gentle love song born from silence.
It tells the story of moments when words stay unspoken and eyes carry all the meaning.
It’s about a heart that chooses to love quietly — without complaint, without tears, just a soft, unfinished smile.
A song for everyone who ever had something to say… but didn’t.



نگفته‌هام

This song is dedicated to two sisters with celestial voices that I had the chance to appreciate on: "the song with no words" by "highlander on the Run"👏👏👏

I’ve known Annie,  
I’ve known Ailsa them shine,  
In every sweet phrase.  

Two souls in harmony,  
Beneath starry skies,  
With their melody,  
They make hearts rise.  

In a world that rushes,  
Where time stands still,  
Their voices dance softly,  
Like dreams that fulfill.  

With celestial notes,  
They lift up our hearts,  
In a sound embrace,  
Where love never departs.  
 
Every verse a fate,  
Together, sisters,  
On their path so great.  

And when darkness approaches,  
And hope starts to wane,  
Annie and Ailsa sing,  
And life blooms again.  

I’ve known Annie,  
I’ve known Ailsa,  
Two sisters in my heart,  
That the world will embrace.  
(I’ve known Annie,  I’ve known Ailsa, )

I’ve Known Annie and Ailsa

This is my real voice , not ai assisted in any way.

Not all things are fake.mp3

Lyrics

To Arthur

The humans best friend
This most intuitive canine blend
Black and White
You read our clean
Just one scan and our fear speaks scene

Pure, inate
Completely tuned
Give you simple love
Perfect cartoon
The dogs life around here
The freest soul that Earth can steer
Caring humans loving hound
Tamed wolf so tepid
True instinct found

To Arthur

We over think
We over do
You give us walk
You fetch out blue
Play with us forever friend
Teach us how to read our blend
Lend us your intuitive flare
To Arthur,
We are dog with dare
Pairs to packs
Evolution playbacks
Did we choose you?
Did you choose us?
Either way we're friendship plus

To Arthur

Thousands of years times ten
Curious of humans
Chewed with ancestors then
Some Wolves chose us
Too cold and food was thin in stock
Feathered fear
Friends clutched
Besties forever
This pedigree of human host.
This life shall not be lost Owwww Owoooo
Let’s make these clever humans feed us
Woof pant give paw the submissive chant
Survival for Arthur
Mutualistic gened God Father
Mother for our future corpora cavernosa
Sponge like attracted mammal hardened tifosa
Yum, arrostacini moves closer
For Arthur

To Arthur

Update: Added a verse linking humans, dogs and sponges to our evolution and a more refined suggestion that pets choose us as opposed to the other way around... thanks again to a comment steer by my wonderful Italian band seers, https://soundcloud.com/beatingedge who taught me how humans and dogs  and all mammals really are still sponges... All mammals retained the sponges skill and use it built into our reproductive organs by means of what's called the corpora cavernosa which is pivotal to arousal and our physical bonding when multiplying and exists in both female and male sex organs. Osmosis baby!

I believe we need to separate anatomy from any other trains of thought where possible so kids can learn it properly instead of from the point of view of confusion. In the face of an internet that sexualises most aspects of life I think any opportunities to teach what needs to be taught to balance out the fiction created by the porn industry is positive. Understanding anatomy I suppose will help them better navigate that fake world that's inevitably thrown at them. Even if we would like to protect them.. We can't fully, so we need to balance that with real!!!

Notes
Wonderful Dogs. It seems at some stage in the last 60,000 years, wolves got the idea to leave the pack and mingle with humans. I used to think about domestication as us choosing the animals for help. But the more I think about it I feel the opposite is probably more true or at least they choose us as much as we do them.

It was during or just after the last ice age apparently so that, I would assume coincides with less food for wolves in those moments. Maybe they were clever enough to woo humans into becoming their source of food and initiated the mutualism under that frame of reference.

It's very interesting thinking of animals as the more clever ones compared with us. They are normally way more tuned to their instinct then humans or at least rely on it more heavily then we do with their lack of human referenced reason... Maybe our reason is too limited to fully understand their truths so far because we have virtually shut off the perspectives we evolved with. Their eyes. I think it's safe to say our populations large majority completely takes for granted the path all life paved for us to be here now.

Grass can also represent this. Maybe it's grass that chooses us so it can be so prevailant in the world. We love grass and I guess grass loves us because we love it so much. Who made that choice? Us or the Grass. Who knows. Maybe the Dogs told the grass what's up and they taught each other how to woo humans into co existence... We are deafening ourselves a little bit to that mutualism. Time to go rabbit mode, ears up and see what all the other creatures have to teach us. Any volunteers to be tamed by a tiger? 😆

To Arthur

ŁiN_ Pasja Życia MIX

A gone world now

And I write... then erase... and start anew...
On my soul's raw edge, your memory pulls me through.
A letter scattered by the wind... a secret whispered soft and low,
To stir the sleeping heart... a dream that wouldn't grow.
You are the love that never died, but will forever be,
In a soul always enchanted... that cannot forget thee...

Seasons of My Heart

Gary Moore

My goal is to be the first real international artist. I compose and create songs in all languages, style and around the local culture! You want to see your Country/Language represented? Dm me!

Mon objectif est de devenir le premier vrai artiste international. Je compose et crée des chansons dans toutes les langues, tous les styles et adaptées à toutes les cultures locales ! Vous voulez voir votre pays/langue représenté ? Envoyez-moi un message !

Mi objetivo es ser el primer verdadero artista internacional. ¡Compongo y creo canciones en todos los idiomas, estilos y adaptadas a las culturas locales! ¿Quieres ver a tu país/idioma representado? ¡Envíame un mensaje!

نگفته‌هام

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