The spring is hushed, the linden tree is bare,
A silent witness to a cold despair.
Your laughing eyes, a memory, a ghost,
A treasure found and then forever lost.

Oh, my grief, my grief, a river deep and wide,
Oh, my grief, my grief, with nowhere left to hide.
But in this dark, a vow of steel I make,
Until the world for your dear life shall break.

My heart a stone, my soul an iron shard,
They shattered love, they left me cold and hard.
This quiet girl they thought they knew is gone,
A shadow waits to greet the blood-red dawn.

Oh, my grief, my grief, a river deep and wide,
Oh, my grief, my grief, with nowhere left to hide.
But in this dark, a vow of steel I make,
Until the world for your dear life shall break.

No angel comes to comfort or to save,
Just darkness rising from a new-made grave.
A different power fills my soul tonight,
To turn all sorrow into vengeful light. 

Oh, my grief, my grief, a river deep and wide,
Oh, my grief, my grief, with nowhere left to hide.
But in this dark, a vow of steel I make,
Until the world for your dear life shall break.

Oh, my, my vow, a river red and wide,
Oh, my, my vow, with vengeance as my guide.
And in this dark, their world of steel I'll break,
And every soul for your dear life shall ache.

—
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio, Apple's GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Ozone 11, Sound Studio, VirtualDJ, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, FLUXpro, Apple's Keynote

Kriemhild's Vow Of Revenge

Beautiful Ride

I am not ok



Stakeout Blues

[verse 1]
It’s hour six, nothin’s moved at all
Gotta watch my bladder or nature might call
The coffee's cold, the donuts are gone
My partner grunts, says 'Uh-huh,' then yawns

[chorus]
Sittin’ in the car, just me and the stake
Eyes glued to the house, for heaven’s sake
Got my snacks and my thermos too
But this boredom’s a real-deal, detective blues

[verse 2]
Plan your bathroom breaks, that’s the game we play
Parkin’ near a fast food joint makes your day
But don’t drink too much, you’ll regret that choice
And my partner? He’s got the personality of white noise

[chorus]
Sittin’ in the car, just me and the stake
Eyes glued to the house, for heaven’s sake
Got my snacks and my thermos too
But this boredom’s a real-deal, detective blues

[bridge]
Binoculars fogged, radio’s dead
Wishin' I was anywhere else instead
Munchin' on chips, waitin' for the crook
Guess the action’s just for the storybook

[verse 3]
Night turns to day, still nothin’s changed
I think my patience has been rearranged
Partner says 'Yep,' I say, 'No doubt'
But deep down I’m dreamin' of clockin’ out

[chorus]
Sittin’ in the car, just me and the stake
Eyes glued to the house, for heaven’s sake
Got my snacks and my thermos too
But this boredom’s a real-deal, detective blues

[outro]
Stakeout blues, they’re real, no lie
Just watchin’ life and time slip by
Till that moment when we bust the scene
But mostly it’s just waitin’... you know what I mean?

Stakeout Blues. – v. Funky Spunky Blues (Stakeouts = Mind-Numbing Boredom)

Life is worth

Hazy clouds is about a time in my life when I had hit rock bottom. My marriage had failed and everything had gone to shit. Broken promises and betrayed friendships. There was no light in my darkness and all I could feel was loneliness and pain. 


Hazy clouds drift through the sky
Stolen secrets as they fly
Shades of grey and hints of blue
Painting life in every hue

Colours of life they twist and blend
A vivid story that won’t end
Through the shadows through the light
Every tone feels just so right

Golden beams break through the haze
Softly setting hearts ablaze
Shifting tones in fleeting time
Moments captured so sublime

Oh the storms they bring the rain
Washing out the deepest pain
Every drop a note that sings
Life's a canvas with no strings

Hazy clouds .mp3

We welcome you to the journey within.

“Secret” began as a whisper in my own journey and grew into a shared truth.
It speaks of fear and love, of scars and trust, of stepping across the invisible line that holds us back.

Healing is not given by systems or authorities; it rises when we turn toward ourselves and one another.
We are not alone. We stand at a turning point – together.

For me this is deeply personal: I realized I am more than a name. I am a life force.
Not to be above anyone, but to live my truth and share it – as one voice among many, in hope that others recognize their own strength.

Produced and shaped together with Marol – from an experience that opened something deeper, beyond flesh and blood.
And in his words: “Stay true to yourself and others and let the healing begin.”

May this song be a hand on the shoulder, a light on the path, a wake-up call to remember: healing is real.

It is also part of a wider vision I call Echoes of One – a gathering of sounds that carry the same quiet truth.
https://soundcloud.com/kat_space/sets/echoes-of-one-whispers-of


Secret

BREAK ME FROM THIS CAGE by Nova J

[Intro]
(Hmmmmm
Hmmmmm
Hmmmmm)
Break me from this cage
Take me out and make me feel alive
I’m too young to live this way

[Verse 1]
Put me on a plane
I want to go somewhere far away
Because I can’t survive another day
Anyway
(Anyway)
Anyway

[Build]
Break me from this cage
Because I want to be a star in space
And they all know my name

[Drop 1]
Put me on a plane
Fly me from this place
Because I don’t follow their ways
Take me half a world away

[Breakdown]
And if our airplane disappears
I have no fear
To disappear with you
Into the heavenly blue

[Drop 2]
And if a missile shoots us down
Scatters us all over town
To be blown up with you
Would be my pleasure absolute

[Chorus 2]
Break me from this cage
Release me from this maze
I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready
(I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready)

[Interlude]
And in the back of a taxi cab
I feel my time has come at last
And suddenly I’m gripped by fear
I tell the driver to turn back

[Drop 3]
Break me from this cage
Release me from this maze
I’m ready, I’m ready, I’m ready

[Verse 2]
Put me on a plane
I want to go somewhere far away
Because I can’t survive another day
Anyway
(Anyway)

[Bridge]
And if our airplane disappears
I have no fear
To disappear
Into the heavenly blue
(And if our airplane disappears
I have no fear
To disappear
Into the heavenly blue
With you)

[Drop 4]
And if a missile shoots us down
Scatters us all over town
To be blown up with you
Would be my pleasure absolute

[Outro]
Ohhh
Oh, I will make it happen, I will be a star
I will make it happen, I will be a star
I will make it happen, I will be a star
I will make it happen, I will be a star
I will make it happen, I will be a star
I will make it happen, I will be a star
I will make it happen, I will be a star
I will make it happen, I will be a star
(Hmmmmm
Hmmmmm
Hmmmmm
Hmmmmm)

Break me from this cage

MAHAMRITYUNJAYA MANTRA (DANCE)

Hot Hot Summer (New Nomad - Swaying Palm Remix)

Psichedelic rock. A tribute to PINK FLOYD.

ECHOES IN THE DUST

"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?