Es gießt, es gießt, gießt, in Berlin.
Zieh die Chucks aus - lass uns barfuß zieh’n.
Es gießt, es gießt, gießt, in Berlin.

Ein Typ flucht und meckert, sein nasser E-Roller streikt,
Die Frau daneben macht daraus sofort ’nen Freestyle-Rhyme.
Die Straßen glänzen im coolsten Discokugel-Licht,
Pfützen tanzen ekstatisch und wild im Ampellicht.

Der U-Bahn-Sitz klebt, die Fenster sind feucht und blind,
Ein Mann lacht: „Schaut, wie schön der Regen rinnt!“
Die Menschen schauen skeptisch, und allen ist klar:
Berliner entdecken Schönheit, wo für andere nur Chaos war.

Es gießt, es gießt, gießt, in Berlin.
Es gießt, es gießt, gießt, in Berlin.
Zieh die Chucks aus - lass uns barfuß zieh’n.
Es gießt, es gießt, gießt, in Berlin.

Ein Bus fährt durch Pfützen, die Dusche ist frei,
Die Leute auf’m Bordstein finden’s echt nicht so geil.
Späti-Lichter blinken, spiegeln sich bunt im Nass,
Drinnen fließen die Gespräche - und Bier vom Fass!

Ein Hippie tanzt allein vor dem Späti, total high,
Der Regen macht ihn happy, seine Sorgen vorbei.
„Macht mit!“, ruft er zu den Leuten, die starren ihn an,
Und plötzlich tanzen alle - so fängt es immer an.

Es gießt, es gießt, gießt, in Berlin.
Es gießt, es gießt, gießt, in Berlin.
Zieh die Chucks aus - lass uns barfuß zieh’n.
Es gießt, es gießt, gießt, in Berlin.
Es gießt, es gießt, gießt, in Berlin.

Die Laternen flackern, das Licht wirkt surreal,
Der Regen malt Muster wie Kunst, schön und genial.
Jemand schreibt mit dem Finger „Liebe“ ans Glas,
Berlin bleibt romantisch - das hat doch was!

Punker spielen spontan auf dem Alex, so nass,
Der Regen wild, die Mucke geht ab, echt krass.
Die Menge johlt laut, tanzt wie irre im Kreis,
Berliner sind cool, und ich liebe den Scheiß.

Es gießt, es gießt, gießt, in Berlin.
Es gießt, es gießt, gießt, in Berlin.
Zieh die Chucks aus - im Regen ist Berlin ’ne Queen.
Es gießt, es gießt, gießt, in Berlin.
Zieh die Chucks aus - lass uns barfuß zieh’n.
Es gießt, es gießt, gießt, in Berlin.

Der Regen wird leiser,
Der Spaß ist vorbei.
Die Sonne geht unter, es endet der Tag.
Die Nacht beginnt, Berlin bleibt wach.

Berlin bleibt wach.

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Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio, Apple's GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Sound Studio, VirtualDJ, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, DALL-E, FLUXpro, Apple's Keynote

Es Gießt In Berlin

Since november I've been digging deep for anything I had recorded since I picked things up musically after a 22 year layoff..  I had some Idea of what I might find.. but there's way more than I thought. I recently discovered an old computer tucked away in my woodshop...  it is loaded with recordings.. it will yield some surprises.

Theres also a stack of cd's and DVDs of old shows that I have that people recorded and gave me a copy.. 

In keeping with my original intent of uploading as much of my song catalog as possible before moving on .. to other things.. Hers one more. This recording is probably about 23 years old.. It is co-written with an old internet songwriting friend named Tangmo. We each write a line of lyric to music I had.. we traded lyric lines.. although I never met him in person, I really looked up to him.. and still do. He may have other stuff posted here and there. Last I heard he was still living in Vietnam. He had a virtual band called " Far Fetched Tangmo Band " We co wrote a few songs as I recall... If I remember right..LOL
we were both members of a website called " Acidplanet "... way back when..
Lyrics:
Will I ever live up to expectations
do you think that's something I can do
With expectations changing all of the time
on the vine

Will I ever really know it if the truth comes
will I recognize before you do
It'd mean a bunch to know my mind's not out to lunch
its here with you

As I recall it just might be that I remember wrong
As I was sittin down the day I wrote this song
my mind is cloudy now could you help me to remember right
I can only hope   You’ll be glad you did

will I ever learn to keep my big mouth shut
do you think thats something I can do
All kinds of crazy stuff coming out of my heart 
not through my head

Will there ever be a point to what I’m sayin
will reason finally bubble up from scat
well as long as you’re listening ill keep babbling on
imagine that

As I recall it just might be that I remember wrong
as I was sitting down and you were helping me write this song
my mind is cloudy now can you help me to remember right
I can only hope.. you’ll be glad you did

You'll Be Glad You Did ( Archives )

Welcome To Hard Times (by Charley Crockett; für Nikolai)

Music Heals Through Joy and Pain

https://on.soundcloud.com/bkAiNtbSvosni1Fr6 by Aash White @aash-white

ShAnkAri touch - ShAnkAri prod. 

Aash White - Hold that thought (ShAnkAri touch)

Four songs, four perspectives.
A collaboration between @lostinentropy and @ilasky
The comfort of fear,
Reshaped and reinterpreted. 
Held. Numb. And everything between.

Comfort In Fear

Held

from album "The Cave"

Listen now on https://on.soundcloud.com/jgYWaLXB8oazJTfTgn
Thank you for listening my music

The Cave

The Singing Magical Flame

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2025’s hottest outlaw rock anthem—feel the Porch‑Light Crown ignite your speakers!

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[Verse 1]
Neon claws the midnight, makes the barroom bones all shine,
My road-scarred Gibson growls in crooked three-four time.
Each riff strikes a match that sets my white-wall dreams on fire—
There’s a lantern-lit lady in the hills jerkin’ me by copper wire.
[Chorus]
I’m the porch-light crowned when the gravel sings me home,
Porch-swing coronation draped in cedar, rust, and chrome.
Those carbon-arc spotlights crumble the second that she grins;
Big-city fortunes flutter—her outlaw always wins.
[Verse 2]
Sheriff ghosts are fading like the stubs of cigarette,
I gun that V-8 thunder—ain’t met a border yet.
Every mile’s a nickel spent to buy her candlelight,
Swapping cheers and bourbon tears for her hush of Friday night.
[Chorus]
I’m the porch-light crowned when the gravel sings me home,
Porch-swing coronation draped in cedar, rust, and chrome.
Those carbon-arc spotlights crumble the second that she grins;
Big-city fortunes flutter—her outlaw always wins.
[Bridge]
Sunrise pours molasses down the cracks of Highway Ten,
Dash light says I’m fifteen minutes from her arms again.
When she unlatches that screen door, every headline disappears;
Silver lies with yesterday—her gold outshines the cheers.
[Chorus]
I’m the porch-light crowned when the gravel sings me home,
Porch-swing coronation draped in cedar, rust, and chrome.
Those carbon-arc spotlights crumble the second that she grins;
Big-city fortunes flutter—her outlaw always wins.

Porch Light Crown

Side A x15 : French World Indie Jazz Duende Burlesque Fusion Edition 
Side B x13 : Psychedelic Americana Blues LoFi Trip Dub Punk Rock Edition

Parce que quand on aime, au fond, c'est pour toujours, comme une chanson!
Celle-ci est pour ma tante Martine, qui me (nous) manque... 
Fav line: 
Oh "Les leçons à la putain con de philipine*, 
Oh oh oh les Parigos chez Martine." 
#lebonvieuxtemps #histoirevraie ✨ 

* philipine, en contexte, c'est mon con de père--mais ça, c'est une autre histoire ha ha 

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@bananasutra #lyrics

[Couplet 1]
Martine me faisait des tartines,
On rigolait comme deux coquines.
Martine, c’était ma p’tite tantine,
Et on s’aimait fort, comme des copines.

[Couplet 2]
On arrondissait les angles, les coins,
On se lançait des clins d’œil de loin.
On se contait des fables de famille,
On s’amusait bien, entre filles.

[Refrain]
Il faut bien d’l’amour pour sourire au malheur,
C’est une grâce, d’la bonté d’cœur,
D’oser s’user pour des enfants,
Malgré l’orage et les parents.

[Couplet 3]
Il faut bien d’l’amour pour offrir tout les étés,
Les egos qui parlent sans jamais écouter,
Les leçons à la putain con de philipine,
Oh oh oh les Parigos chez Martine.

[Refrain / Outro]
Martine, oh Martine…
Ma tantine, ma copine,
Ton rire résonne encore dans ma poitrine…
Martine… oh Martine


Side A [04] Oh Martine • BOWsutra Cheeky Piano Bar Kittens BURLESQUE

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"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?

Es Gießt In Berlin

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