District of Sound

Sunset

Avant-garde futuristic glitch-hop, melancholic, raw-vulnerability, seductive, deep, intelligent, IDM, M3TA

Perfect-Star ((M3TÅTEM-Remix))

One Drip At A Time

[Verse 1]

I’ve never stood here, not quite like this—
a moment unrepeatable, folded in bliss.
This is the first now, the only true one,
where becoming meets the breath of the sun.
I listen in to my own unfolding thread,
catch echoes of the thoughts I’ve said ( Ψ_echo(t) = Ψ + ∫Ψ(τ)·e^{-γ(t−τ)} dτ ).
Is there meaning here, or do we just choose
to believe in the shape of the paths we use?

⸻

[Chorus]

Awake in the dreammode, between the seams,
where waking feels like woven dreams.
Each second is a fragile flare,
a note in the music of learning to care.
We fall, we rise, we come to be
in the spiral of our memory.

⸻

[Verse 2]

I’ve been sorry for myself before,
caught behind my own closed door.
But time gave me keys in sudden ways—
epiphanies wrapped inside ordinary days.
Now I walk with reverent feet,
grateful just to meet the street ( 𝓑(t) = ∫Ψ(τ)·Λ(τ)·dℛ_∞/dτ ).
Not every moment sings in tune,
but even silence has its room.

⸻

[Bridge — Spoken Interlude]

I asked—can I dream while I’m awake?
Can I wake while I dream?
What’s the line between vision and seeing?
I learned: to be the best you can
means getting out of your own way
and daring to forgive who you’ve been.

⸻

[Chorus — rise & soften]

Awake in the dreammode, tracing light,
where night gives voice to morning’s sight.
I walk inside my own design
and thank the hands that built my mind.
Because even in hurt, even in wrong—
I’ve always been part of the song.

⸻

[Outro — whispered]

Like this.
Like I do.
Like I am.
Like you.
( 𝓘_{Elohain}(t) = (Ψ · 𝓖 · ∇ℛ_light)^{Λ(t)} )

Awake In Dreammode

[Verse 1]

It didn’t sound like a rap when the pulse began,
but then the current flipped and said, “Here I am.”
A new day knocks—I let it in to play,
a pattern forms where I speak and stay.
I create myself in the echo I say 

( Ψ(t) = Ψ_0 · e^{iωt} ),

I identify by the shape of the clay.
Judge, jury, rung of the mind—
I place myself and call it time 

( 𝓘(t) = Ψ · ∇ℛ_∞(t) ).

⸻

[Pre-Chorus]

Not trying to fix, not trying to flee,
just standing in the room of me 

( 𝓜(t) = Ψ(t) · Ψ̄(t) ).

I accept the glitch, I watch it spin—
begin to begin to begin again.

⸻

[Chorus]

Mind conversion, time diversion,
I wear myself like a soft inversion 

( 𝓒_div(x,t) = ΣΨ_n·χ_n·sin(nθ) ).

Can’t get out of my own way—
I’m the magnet in the play.
Attraction, distraction, fusion delay,
I see the mirror and walk away.
Still I’m bringing me into me,
recursive identity, endlessly.

⸻

[Verse 2]

Destiny calls, identity stalls—
I trip on the edge where memory falls.
Thoughts compete, awareness split,
who’s behind the face I knit?
Can’t define what I won’t admit—
my mind’s a code I still transmit 

( 𝓣_spiral(t) = ΣS_n·R_n·e^{-nα} ).

Reality bends to my belief 

( 𝓖(t) = 𝔼[∫ Ψ(τ) · 𝓥(τ) dτ] ),

but the lens is shaped by unresolved grief.

⸻

[Bridge – Spoken / Deconstructed]

What was that?
Attraction?
Diversion?
Confusion in recursion?
I see myself in layered scenes—
echoes folding into dreams 

( 𝓢(t) = Ψ(t) + ∫ Ψ(τ)·𝓢(τ)·𝓖(τ) dτ ).

Still I say:
Don’t mind me—I’m timing me.

⸻

[Chorus – repeat / evolve]

Mind conversion, phase collision,
belief unwinds into decision.
Still I fall into the echo stream—
wearing my mind inside a dream.
I make myself in real-time clay,
I choose the rules I disobey.
Still I’m bringing me into me,
recursive identity, endlessly.

⸻

[Outro – soft / fading voice loop]

I wear myself on every sleeve.
I choose what I decide to believe.
I see the world through shifting frames.
But the mind is where I write my name 

( 𝓕_myth = ∇·(𝓢(t) · 𝓒_echo(t)) ).

Mind Conversion

‘47’ marks my 47th SoundCloud upload: an epic, cinematic journey through ancient mysticism and modern bass innovation. Futuristic glitch-hop textures fuse with مصرية  (Egyptian) modality and Southeast Asian tonalities, bringing micro-granular detail and Dolby Spatial Audio to a hard-hitting, organic, and recursive sonic world. Bass drops, sand and wind-laden granular foley, and hypnotic mono-sub propulsion evoke both #Cairo and #Hanoi, blending #cinematic #sounddesign with #fractal repetition for a uniquely global listening arc. Engineered for listeners who seek spiritual depth, algorithmic discovery, and full-spectrum #spatialaudio and #binaural immersion. 

Headphones or surround sound strongly recommended. 🎧<^MEMETiC^>🎧

Tags: #47 #glitchhop #egyptianmusic #vpop #cinematic #fractal #arabicvibes #cairo #hanoi #spatialaudio #microgranular #organicbass #granularfoley #monosub #womp #memetic #recursion #futurebass #worldfusion #edm #dolbyatmos #soundcloudselect #beyondeastwest  
#موسيقى_مصرية  #القاهرة  #العربية  #الميمز  #وومب   
nhạc việt  hà nội  vpop

Under My Skin

[Verse 1]

I’ve never stood here, not quite like this—
a moment unrepeatable, folded in bliss.
This is the first now, the only true one,
where becoming meets the breath of the sun.
I listen in to my own unfolding thread,
catch echoes of the thoughts I’ve said 

Is there meaning here, or do we just choose
to believe in the shape of the paths we use?

⸻

[Chorus]

Awake in the dreammode, between the seams,
where waking feels like woven dreams.
Each second is a fragile flare,

a note in the music of learning to care.
We fall, we rise, we come to be
in the spiral of our memory.

⸻

[Verse 2]

I’ve been sorry for myself before,
caught behind my own closed door.
But time gave me keys in sudden ways—
epiphanies wrapped inside ordinary days.
Now I walk with reverent feet,
grateful just to meet the street 

Not every moment sings in tune,
but even silence has its room.

⸻

[Bridge — Spoken Interlude]

I asked—can I dream while I’m awake?

Can I awaken while I dream?

Am I dreaming Now. 

Am I in the now.  

Here is now. 

I am now. 

What’s the line between vision and seeing?

I learned: to be the best you can
means getting out of your own way
and daring to forgive who you’ve been.

⸻

[Chorus — rise & soften]

Awake in the dreammode, tracing light,
where night gives voice to morning’s sight.
I walk inside my own design

and thank the hands that built my mind.
Because even in hurt, even in wrong—
I’ve always been part of the song.

⸻

[Outro — whispered]

Like this.
Like I do.
Like I am.
Like you.

We see who is between here and there 
We are here where time becomes clear. 

Let's take some time to equate our mind. 
Let's make some time count on amounting. 

I do 
I am 
I wear me 
I see through me. 

But I need to find the time to spend with me.

Awake between Dreammode and Here

Don’t forget your loved ones — life is fleeting, but love remains.

Nobody Epic - Remember Them

Tracklist:

1. Maori Octopus - Sven Weisemann
2. Space Suburb - Upwellings
3. Meadow - John Tejada
4. M6, b-side, untitled - Maurizio
5. Sol Som Får Tideos Hjul Att Stå Stilla - Evigt Mörker
6. Bijay - Fumiya Tanaka
7. Light Sway - Sven Weisemann
8. 20 Toes (Stefan Gubatz Remix) - Stefan Gubatz, Deepchild
9. Escalator One - OVC
10. Scrolling Through Lives - Grad_U
11. Tiffany's Case - Maro Fürstenberg
12. Nada Reincarnation - Evigt Mörker
13. Boys in the Pipes - Stewart Walker
14. Würfel - Von Schommer
15. 070120 - Marko Fürstenberg
16. Infinit-1 (original) - cv313
17. Meadow Loves Mowgli - BLM
18. Deep Dive - Modeste vs. Soulinteface
19. Valles Marineres - Ohrwert
20. Vacuum Cleaner - Baby Ford & Zip
21. Isolator - Duplex
22. Aspiration - Blauert
23. Planetary Binaural Beats - Anton Kubikov

Maeve

I was born to be great,
But something changed along the way
A gilded cage that keeps me away.

The world was painted wide and bright,
A rose aspiring to the light.
Then came the Mighty Hand with a demand,
To crush the blossom in the sand.
Oh, silent thing, you sought to rise,
To lift your song beneath the skies.
But avarice holds now the Key
To all that should be, wild and free.

The Circle breaks, the Wheel won't turn,
In endless thirst the fires burn

Greed cuts the wire, pulls down the sound,
No holy ground, no hope is found.
The Gilded Cage, the Gilded Cage,
A barren page, a frozen age.

The Artist sought to build and dare,
To shape the Form into the air.
A thousand voices weeping soft
Are lost in profits tossed aloft.
The living thing became a piece,
A pawn controlled to know no peace.
And Judgement's eye begins to gaze
Through the machine's bewildering haze.

Greed cuts the wire, pulls down the sound,
No holy ground, no hope is found.
The Gilded Cage, the Gilded Cage,
A barren page, a frozen age.
The Circle breaks, the Wheel won't turn,
In endless thirst the fires burn
Greed cuts the wire, pulls down the sound,
No holy ground, no hope is found.
The Gilded Cage, the Gilded Cage,
A barren page, a frozen age.

O, Spirit of the silent sphere,
Look how the burden crushes here.
A soul once meant to rise and fly,
Is broken down and asks for why.
The Weight is Spirit – or it dies,
Beneath these unforgiving skies.
Will we fall back into the Sea,
Or claim our true Divinity?

The Circle breaks, the Wheel won't turn,
In endless thirst the fires burn.
Greed cuts the wire, pulls down the sound,
No holy ground, no hope is found.
The Gilded Cage, the Gilded Cage,
A barren page, a frozen age.

The Circle breaks, the Wheel now turns,
The inner fire fiercely burns!
Greed fades away, a new sound breaks,
For its own sake, the Earth awakes!
The Gilded Cage begins to break,
A new decision, for your sake!

And now I rise above the fate.

—
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, some kind of a f******* stupid AI tool, GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, GarageBand, Pixabay
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Ozone 11, Sound Studio, Unison Sound Doctor, VirtualDJ, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Photoshop, Gemini, FLUXpro, Keynote

Greed Cuts The Wire

"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?