"Twilight" is the first track from an album called "LIGHT"
this is the second version of this music which is available on this platform.


Originally Recorded, Mastered and Produced by @mosyatheproducer

Twilight.mp3

Autohypnosis

Original music, arrangement, piano, organ, bass guitar, drums, J.J. Terrell on.soundcloud.com/ErEWw3bHuvBBFXuw7
E. Guitar (Yamaha SG) and final mix by Neno J.

Eruption (Collab with J.J. Terrell)

Comme un Dimanche

Original music, arrangement, electric piano, organ, bass guitar, drums, J.J. Terrell 
Electric Guitar (Yamaha SG) and final mix by Neno J. https://on.soundcloud.com/PXYrpPzyD5IiT2VfTb


Eruption (Collab with Mr. Neno J.)

Felt for producing some rock, since it was forever since I did it. I used Logic.. (Im more of an Reason user). But happy with the results. Specially the session drummer feature, its very useful.
I hope you enjoy :)


GONE LIKE SMOKE

You pulled me closer, then you let me fall
A whisper of heaven, then nothing at all
Between the real and unreal

Gone like smoke, you leave no sign
Whispers fade, but they are not mine
Reach through the shadows, I hear the call
But there is nothing, nothing at all

You pulled me closer, then you let me fall
Now I am haunted with nothing at all
Between the real and unreal

Gone like smoke, you leave no sign
Whispers fade, but they are not mine
Reach through the shadows, I hear the call
But there is nothing, nothing at all

Fade in, fade out
Call me, shut me out
Hear me, fear me
I am still here, see me

No sound, no sign
Your silence is mine
I fall, I crawl
Through nothing at all

Gone Like Smoke

WELL I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND TELLING MYSELF TO KEEP COOL
YES I’M TALKING TO MYSELF YOU STOP ACTING LIKE A FOOL                          
I’M A ROCKER I’M A ROLLER SOMEWHERE OUT THERE MY HEART IS LOCKED IN A LOCKER 
I NEED A SHELTER I NEED A SISTER BUT ALL I HAVE IS NO ONE AS A FLOATER

SO I’M I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND TELLING MYSELF TO KEEP COOL YEAH
YES I’M TALKING TO MYSELF SITTING NEXT TO SITTING BULL
COS AND I’M A LOVER NOT A FIGHTER TO ME THIS WORLD IS MUCH TOO MUCH A ROLLER COASTER
I NEED NO BOTHER I NEED A BROTHER
OR ANYONE TO LEND A HAND IT DOESN’T MATTER

TALKING TO MYSELF

AND I’M A CHOOSER NOT A BEGGAR THIN ICE BROKEN GLASS I’M A DANCER
AND I’M A LOSER NOT A WINNER LOOKING UP HIGH FROM DOWN IN THE GUTTER

SO I’M I’M TALKING TO MYSELF AND TELLING ME JOHNNY BE GOOD
YES I AM TALKING TO MYSELF JUST LIKE YOU KNOW YOUR MOTHER SHOULD
BUT I’M A JOKER I’M A SUCKER I AM MY OWN SELF-MADE TROUBLE MAKER
I GO MEANDER UNDER THE WEATHER LOOKING FOR ONE SWEET SMOOTH OPERATOR 

SO I’M I’M TALKING TO MYSELF TELLING MYSELF TO LET GO
LET GO!



TALKING TO MYSELF (Lyrics)

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

Formaldehyde

Call me! You have the number of my lonely soul.
Call me! A single ring, it makes the broken whole.
Call me! Come now and draw me out of this long sleep.
Call me! Into the promise that our hours keep.

I dwell in silence, yet my spirit sings,
A waiting thing with folded, heavy wings.
I know your presence moves in all my thought.
A golden thread my busy hands have caught.

Call me! You have the number of my lonely soul.
Call me! A single ring, it makes the broken whole.
Call me! Come now and draw me out of this long sleep.
Call me! Into the promise that our hours keep.

Call me! Oh, this is not a prayer to my own star.
Call me! It's just the distance, know how near we are.
Call me! Just a quick call, before the shadows start.
Call me! The final answer waiting in my heart.

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Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio, GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, GarageBand
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Sound Studio, VirtualDJ, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Photoshop, FLUXpro

Call Me

"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?