Kein Schwarz, kein Weiß,
Nur graue Töne im Kreis,
Vom Wind der Wahrheit verweht,
Wahrheit, die keiner versteht.
Kein Schwarz, kein Weiß,
Und nur graue Töne im Kreis. 
Von Winden der Wahrheit verweht,
Wahrheit, die keiner versteht.

Zwischen Dunkel und  Licht,  
Liegt was, das stumm verspricht.
Im Meer aus Schwarz und Weiß,  
Wo Schatten tanzen, grau und leis’.
Nicht nur grob, nicht nur fein,  
Graue Töne müssen leise sein.  
Nicht nur echt, nicht nur Schein,  
In der Mitte liegt das wahre Sein.

Kein Schwarz, kein Weiß,
Nur graue Töne im Kreis,
Vom Wind der Wahrheit verweht,
Wahrheit, die keiner versteht.
Kein Schwarz, kein Weiß,
Nur graue Töne im Kreis. 
Vom Wind der Wahrheit verweht,
Wahrheit, die keiner versteht.

Oh, sieh, wie sanft die grauen Töne sind,  
Die Wahrheit liegt dort, wo der Zweifel beginnt.  
In grauen Tönen finden wir unsere Ruh’,  
Nicht Schwarz, nicht Weiß - nur ich und Du.

Kein Schwarz, kein Weiß,
nur graue Töne im Kreis,
vom Wind der Wahrheit verweht,
Wahrheit, die keiner versteht.
Kein Schwarz, kein Weiß,
nur graue Töne im Kreis. 
Vom Wind der Wahrheit verweht,
Wahrheit, die keiner versteht.

Nur ein leises Flüstern,  
Nur ein schwacher Schein.   
Im Grau fühl’n wir uns wohl, 
Da sind wir daheim.

--
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio, Apple's GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand, Elevenlabs
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Auphonic, Sound Studio (Felt Tip Inc.), Unison Sound Doctor, VirtualDJ, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, DALL-E, FLUXpro, Apple's Keynote

Kein Schwarz, Kein Weiß.

shattered whispers

memories can bring tears and laughter. but they are both good for the spirit.
it's good to be here.
be here now.

remember that time in the stream

emancipation by Nova J

[Vers 1]
Demons they haunt me
Lost souls, cast away at sea
Heartbeats from dragging me
Into endless purgatory 

But I was pulled from nights’ abyss (oh oh)
By the pull of Divine forgiveness (ooh ooh)
That suffering makes sense
That carried me to this

[Pre Chorus]
And If I had to do it all over again (ahh oh)
If that was the means to meet this end (ahh oh)
And that was the way to learn to live
If I had to
If I had to

[Chorus]
Break the chains of desperation 
Emancipate your mental state
Free your mind, free your body
‘Cause heaven on earth awaits (awaits)

[Post Chorus]
How much longer shall you linger (linger)
In this hell of your own creation? (creation)
Take your hand off that trigger
Feel the joy of emancipation 

[Pre Chorus]
If I had to do it all over again (again)
If that was the means to meet this end (this end)
And that was the way to learn to live (learn to live)
If I had to
If I had to

[Chorus]
Break the chains of desperation 
Emancipate your mental state
Whoa! Free your mind, free your body
‘Cause heaven on earth awaits (awaits)

[INSTRUMENTAL]

[Post Chorus]
How much longer shall you linger (linger)
In this hell of your own creation (creation)
Take your hand off that trigger
Feel the joy of emancipation 

[Bridge]
And if I had to do it all over again
If that was the means to meet this end
And that was the way to learn to live
If I had to
To learn to live
If I had to
To meet this end

[Final Chorus]
Break the chains of desperation 
Emancipate your mental state
Whoa! Free your mind, free your body
‘Cause heaven on earth awaits (awaits)

[Outro]
How much longer shall you linger
In this hell of your own creation
Take your hand off that trigger
Feel the joy of emancipation 
Feel the joy of emancipation 
Feel the joy of emancipation 
Feel the joy of emancipation

emancipation

Woke up one morning with memories of loved ones and friends who were no longer here. I had the sudden realisation that once Im gone , who will remember me ? Yes I have loved ones, family and friends but what is my legacy ? Life is short, life is precious. I’ve had a great life and experiences but what have I accomplished and who will remember me once Im gone ? 


Cold whispers rise The wind does call 
A shadow walks where no one's tall 
Footsteps left Then gone too soon  

Footsteps in the snow They fade 
Gone before the light invades 
Once the snow melts Who will know I was here 
I let it show  

A fleeting print A fleeting name 
The frost won't hold It plays no game 
Each step I take Erased again  

I write my story Line by line 
The snow erases every sign  

Footsteps in the snow They fade 
Gone before the light invades 
Once the snow melts Who will know I was here 
I let it show  

No monuments No flags No flames 
No crowd to chant forgotten names 
Just whispers lost in empty air 
A trace of nothing Barely there 

Im gone, Im not here , who will remember me me when I’m gone ?

Footsteps in the snow.mp3

Hajnalban a várost járva, szűk utcák félhomálya vár
Az óra meg-meg áll.
Lassan múlnak így a percek, távolban halvány fények
A múltad árnya újra rád talál.

Ha visszahozhatnád az éveket
Megtennéd azt, amit már nem lehet
Elmondhatnám talán elhiszed,
Hogy Neked is jár még, újra élheted.

Fényben fürdik most a város, sok titkot mélyre ásott már
A vesztes félreállt.
Összeköt, ha úgy kívánja, elszakít mert jónak látja,
Idővel lassan minden összeállt.

Ha visszahozhatnád az éveket
Megtennéd azt, amit már nem lehet
Elmondhatnám talán elhiszed,
Hogy Neked is jár még, újra élheted.

Csendesebb lett már a város, utcalámpa fénye álmos még
Mindenkit hazakísér.
Visszatérő rémes álmok, minden éjjel újra látod
Benned él, de egyszer véget ér.

Neked is jár még

“Ghost of December” is about forgiveness and finding the courage to release old wounds and embrace unconditional love. It’s about discovering that healing a broken heart takes vulnerability, trust, honesty, and forgiveness—and that love can overcome even the darkest past.
LYRICS

VERSE 1 
I was longing, looking, he was lost, hiding, killing time.
I was lonely, drifting slowly, Thought I'd lost my mind.
He said he loved me, needing me close by his side.
Then he took a plane, flew back to her arms, not mine.
He shared love songs, pictures, the same stories he'd tell.
Gave me the same sweet gifts he gave to her as well.

TAG
I still can't forget those lies from last December.
I'm holding on to faith; my dreams won't surrender!

PRE-CHORUS
Is it ever gonna be over, lover?
When the ghost of December haunts my sleep…
Is it ever gonna be lovely, lover?
When history stops tugging at me?

CHORUS
He was already taken, times two… what was he thinking?
Careless with my heart, his lies—I can’t erase them.
He calls me “baby,” “Hun,” says I’m the only one…
Is it because she’s gone? Am I the consolation?



BRIDGE (fastest)
Let’s bury the ghosts… come tuck me in.
Bad dreams end, where you begin.
Let true love guide us, as we right the wrong.
I’m here, I’m staying, I’m holding on.
Let’s bury the ghosts… come tuck me in.
Bad dreams end, where you begin.
Let true love guide us, as we right the wrong.
I’m here, I’m staying, I’m holding on.

VERSE 2 
He says those ways are gone, forever in the past,
I see regret in his eyes—sorrow he can’t mask.
Yet here I stand this moment, longing to believe,
That he’s done with secrets still hidden up his sleeve.
He vows he has grown, swears he won't ever repeat—
Let me softly rest in love, and set these fears free.

TAG
I still can't forget those lies from last December—
I'm holding on to faith; my dreams won't surrender!

PRE-CHORUS 2
Is it ever gonna be over, lover?
When the ghost of December haunts my sleep…
Is it ever gonna be lovely, lover?
When history stops tugging at me?


FINAL CHORUS 
He was already taken, times two… what was he thinking?
Careless with my heart, his lies—I can’t erase them.
He calls me “baby,” “Hun,” says I’m the only one—
If he’s reborn, I’ll stand by him… praying my mended heart will come.

OUTRO 
I'm the one you choose. I'm the one you keep,
Baby, come for me and put me back to sleep.

Ghost Of December

street cat by Nova J

[Verse 1]
What’s your life like?
Flirting with your green eyes
Captivating me
Seducing me
I’m your slave 
This feral mind of mine
How it wanders, how it churns
These wild thoughts keep swirling
How they simmer, how they burn

[Chorus]
What it must be like…
To be a street cat…
To wander…
To roam…
To be free…

Ooh ooh

[Vers 2]
I fear for you
I don’t want your life to be hard
You take a drink and I feel chosen
But only for a moment before you run away 
You belong to no one
You are possessed by no one
You are sworn to no one 

[Chorus]
What it must be like…
To be a street cat…
To wander…
To roam…
To be free…

Ooh ooh

[Bridge]
The sun is finally shining
After two long weeks of rain
I even caught myself smiling
Like the old me again
But the storm always returns
And the wind always blows
My restless mind
These thoughts never slow

[Chorus]
What it must be like…
To be a street cat…
To wander…
To roam…
To be free…

Ooh ooh 

[Outro]
I try to sit quiet
I try to sit calm
Typhoons and tempests
Spiraling on (and on, and on)
Spiraling on (and on, and on)
Spiraling on (and on, and on)
Spiraling on (and on, and on)
Spiraling on (and on, and on)
Spiraling on (and on, and on)
Spiraling on (and on, and on)
Spiraling on (and on, and on)

street cat

Scottish battle cry
Another track assisted by Silver Blue 

Heart's a pounding loud like thunder 
Every step pulls me under 
Shadows stretch across the floor 
What am I running for 

Blood rushing fast fast fast 
Moments flicker never last 
Feel it rise feel it fall 
Will I break or take it all 

Fingers trembling Air is thin 
A war outside and one within 
Breath collides with the stormy night 
Fight or flight Wrong or right 

Blood rushing fast fast fast 
Moments flicker never last 
Feel it rise feel it fall 
Will I break or take it all

I’m the spark and I’m the flame 
Wildfire screaming my name 
No return no rewind 
Just the chaos left behind 

Blood rushing fast fast fast 
Moments flicker never last 
Feel it rise feel it fall 
Will I break or take it all

Hearts a Pounding .mp3

“It seems like everything sleeps in winter, but it’s really a time of renewal and reflection.”  – Elizabeth Camden

“Wisdom comes with winters.” – Oscar Wilde

Winter Reflection

I have acquired a new hobby of keeping a fish tank. I only have mostly aquatic snails in it, but I become totally absorbed as I watch them. This movement is not about an aquarium per se, but it does describe the peace of mind I discovered in the recent days.

Wind Quintet, First Movement

I'm now taking a six-week digital detox vacation.
We'll see and hear from each other again in 2026!
Happy Holidays!

"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?