The fire paints the light,
The window weeps with silent rain.
You're huddled, hidden from the night,
Your world becomes a silent plain.
The copper glow within your hair,
A silent wonder, rich and rare.

You read, you read, the world fades out,
The world fades out, a silent doubt.
Lost in the word, so still, so vast,
Beyond all future, all the past.
You read, you read, the world fades out,
The world fades out, a silent doubt.
You read, you read, the world fades out,
A silent doubt.
Lost in the word, so still, so vast,
Beyond all future, all the past.

The book is but an open door,
The world outside is there no more.
The scent of tea, the ember's gleam,
You live inside another's dream.
The blanket holds you like a nest,
Where your own soul can come to rest.

You read, you read, the world fades out,
The world fades out, a silent doubt.
Lost in the word, so still, so vast,
Beyond all future, all the past.
You read, you read, the world fades out,
The world fades out, a silent doubt.

The blackbird watches, soft and low,
And in your stillness starts to know,
That who can lose the self will be
Immersed in pure serenity.
A silent offering you bring,
A quiet, consecrated thing.

You read, you read, your soul takes flight,
Your soul takes flight into the light.
Now found within the word, so vast,
A future born from all this task.
You read, you read, the world's so vast, 
A future’s born from all the past.
No more sleep, 
Born – a silent dawn.

You read, you read, the world fades out,
The world fades out, a silent dawn.
Lost in the word, so still, so vast,
Beyond all future, all the past.
You read, you read, the world fades out,
The world fades out, a silent doubt.

—
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, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, FLUXpro

Lost In Books

northern lights

Autumn Chorale - Waiting for Christmas
New version of the "Autumn Chorale" in which the choir sings with words.

Hope for Peace and a renewed Nature: these two conquests necessarily go TOGETHER!
In the picture, a photo of my autumn strawberries!

ASPETTANDO IL NATALE (Corale d’autunno)
"Onorando te, o Maria,
in attesa del tuo Gesù,
a te,       a te,          a te,        a te
    (a te)   (affido)   (i miei)  (pensieri),
pace, pace io chiedo per noi:
e ci rifugiamo in te.
Tu sei la Madre dell’Umanità:
guarda anche alla Terra che declina.

Fiumi e mari diventeranno limpidi
e la Terra si rinnoverà.
Gioia aspettiamo e Pace!
Natale amore porterà."

Waiting For Christmas (NEW)

Take It Funky

A new song.....the inspiration form this song came from a local band here in Minnesota called Cloud Cult known for its live painting element, with painters Connie Minowa and Scott West creating art on stage during performances. Connie Minowa is a live painter for the band and also a jewelry maker, while Scott West is a live painter and a musician who performs with the band. Their live painting is a key part of the band's multimedia artistic experience, with the resulting paintings often being auctioned off after the show. 

Lyrics:

The artist paints 
While the musician plays
Both using colors
Pallets, brushes and instruments

The images come from within
Just expressed in different ways
Vibrant shades and textures
Beautiful notes and melodies

The painter and musician 
Sketch out the dark
Brush strokes and open chords
Bending strings and mixing colors                       
Creating emotions from the heart ,from the heart                
   
Two hands making noise
From the same small room
Making something honest
Something which is new

Canvas and chords
Painting lines, striking notes
Brushstrokes and harmonies
Learning how to speak in time

The painter and musician 
Sketch out the dark
Brush strokes and open chords
Bending strings and mixing colors
Creating emotions from the heart, from the heart                 

Music and Lyrics by Len Bennati FM Folk 2025
Mastered Track: Distrokid Mixea
Image: Ron Lach

The Painter and Musician

Picture: Luis Alberto Spinetta  (https://es.wikipedia.org/wiki/Luis_Alberto_Spinetta)

https://soundcloud.com/hugo-queija, Voces
Pichy Sotomayor, Banda y producción.

Seguir viviendo sin tu amor

Si a tu corazón yo llego igual
Todo siempre se podrá elegir
No me escribas la pared
Solo quiero estar entre tu piel
Y si acaso no brillara el sol
Y quedara yo atrapado aquí
No vería la razón
En seguir viviendo sin tu amor
Y hoy que enloquecido vuelvo
Buscando tu querer
No queda más que viento, uh
No queda más que viento
Y si acaso no brillara el sol
Y quedara yo atrapado aquí, oh
No vería la razón
De seguir viviendo sin tu amor, oh-oh-oh
Y hoy que enloquecido vuelvo
Buscando tu querer, ah
No queda más que viento, no
No queda más que viento
Y si acaso no brillara el sol
Y quedara yo atrapado aquí
No vería la razón
De seguir viviendo sin tu amor


Letra y música:Luis Alberto Spinetta
© Warner Chappell Music Argentina

Seguir viviendo sin tu amor (L.A.Spinetta)

couldn´t resist.. my sons fav. version using SUNO pro as an  arrangement tool .. a metal version of our original song... crazy ..but worth listening to !
"We are not in it for the Money"..so let us have some fun.. people and Metalfriends!
Turn it up... or listen with headphones !

Inanna  / Lyrics  (PeeGee)  Original Music by H. Stytz

There ´s a sound as darkness grows
In the moorland as the nightwind blows
There´s a whisper up in the evening sky
Out in the distance the seagulls cry

Inanna...Inannna...

There´s a glow  that´s lingering in the air
Causing a change, a change of athmosphere
When the sun goes down, it´s fiery red
The moonlight shines so  bright instead

It´s the wind that whispers in my ear
Sweet words of soothing I yearn to hear
As we sit and watch the glowing stars above
Peaceful hours bring words of love

Inanna..Inanna..a walk in the moonlit night
Inanna..Inanna..a dance in the shine of the moonlight
Inanna..Inanna..a kiss in the face of the goddess
Inanna..Inanna..

Inanna. .Inanna ..a walk in the moonlit night
Inanna..Inanna.. a dance in the shine of the moonlight
Inanna..Inanna.. a kiss in the face of the goddess
Inanna ..Inanna.. a touch under cover of darkness...

Inanna.. Inanna.................
A touch under cover of darkness

Inanna (Cover)/ Metal Version

Video;  https://youtu.be/uJthjrd8MN0

Made in November 2025

Lone Wolf

syncopated opera pop.
powered only by human intelligence

THEOPS

Within the Radiant Glow of a Campfire far from home ,
I am Warmed...
and Relax into the velvety dark beauty of the night ...

My mind floats effortlessly,
Upstream... into the Plethora of Light
that is The Milky Way...
and Within that Current Between The Notes,
i Find mySelf
At Peace...
and Whole.

But far from Dreaming,

And as the primal Rhythms whisper of Wonders beyond the crackling fire,
and Fan the momentum of this moment within the Stillness of this Wondrous Night,
a perspective is painted that I've never seen,
or known before...

and I am Drawn wholy into The Magic of a Cosmic Consciousness.

and Above...
a glittering Treasure Chest of Stars
Spills Light across the Velvet Sky...
and twinkles out a Radiant message to all who behold their Glorious Light,
and Feel within that Resonant thrum,
That Yes!
All is Well in Heaven
and Earth!

And no matter what i think,
that I Am indeed the Music,
for as long as it Plays
Within my L i s t e n i n g loving soul.......

Musical Theme composed and Arranged
by Gary Courtland-Miles

© Gary Courtland-Miles 2018, 2025
℗ Gary Courtland-Miles 2018, 2025

Under Starry Skies  *

There’s a thin frost on Alexanderplatz 
Where we once hid from the rain 
I walked past the Dschungel last night    
Under a lavender sky
You’d have laughed at the sight of me 
In this long gray overcoat 
Counting marks and memories 
Till my breath became a ghost

Down along Karl-Marx-Allee
The cafés are half-alive
I lingered over bitter coffee
Just to feel the time go by
There’s a girl with a clarinet
Playing “Silent Night” off-key
And I think of the way you’d tune your strings
Before you played for me

I crossed the Oberbaumbrücke
As the snow began to fall
The lights along the water
Felt like a slow winter waltz
I left a note at KaDeWe 
Where the lights fall soft and blue
It just said “I almost stayed”
But I knew this too would pass

Now the trains run through midnight
Like an old and faithful friend
And I’m trying not to miss you
But it’s the season I guess
It feels like an afterthought
Like a letter never sent
So I pull up my collar
And let another season in
Christmas in Berlin

Christmas In Berlin (with Joliz)

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?