Kitty’s Wake - Lyrics

At Kitty’s wake we sang the old songs
And the priest was telling me about his world

I’m at the old house for the last time
All the workers at the church stop when we arrive

And everyone dies
And everyone is born with life
And everyone might find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend their lives with

All the kids are playing grown up
I’m remembering that once I was a child

Some are lonesome when they’re on their own
And then some of us never get the time alone

And everyone dies
And everyone is born with life
And everyone might find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend 

And I should know

Strange Part of the Country

Kitty's Wake

Bandcamp

The world outside, a noisy stream,
Lost inside a hurried dream.
But like a tree, I stand my ground,
My roots reach deep without a sound.

Serenity, a silent sound,
Serenity, on holy ground.
Serenity, you hold me now,
The quiet light upon my brow.

A hidden wellspring, cool and clear,
Washes all the doubt and fear.
The rushing tide is turned to sleep,
While secrets in my soul I keep.

Serenity, a silent sound,
Serenity, on holy ground.
Serenity, you hold me now,
The quiet light upon my brow.

Is this an angel's breath I feel?
A whispered truth that makes me real?
A timeless rhythm, soft and slow,
A quiet space for seeds to grow.

Serenity, a silent sound,
Serenity, on holy ground.
Serenity, you hold me now,
The quiet light upon my brow.

Serenity, a final sound!
Serenity, on holy ground!
Serenity, you hold my soul!
Your quiet light now makes me whole.

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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, Ozone 11, Sound Studio, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, FLUXpro, Apple's Keynote

Serenity

The light recedes,
A final gleam.
The forest pleads
In a waking dream.
The ancient trees ascend,
To shadow and to night,
A silent, waiting friend
Born of the fading light.

Oh, the silence weaves,
A silence, deep and true.
An angel's wing believes,
This silence, holding you.
My heart grows vast, beyond all time,
Lost in the silent, sacred rhyme,
Lost in the silent rhyme.

The moss so deep,
The ground so cool.
A dream to keep
Beside the pool
Of memory, unseen,
A truth and whispered scene
While all the ages slept.

Oh, the silence weaves,
A silence, deep and true.
An angel's wing believes,
This silence, holding you.
My heart grows vast, beyond all time,
Lost in the silent, sacred rhyme,
Lost in the silent rhyme.

Is there a name for this I feel?
Where do my senses stray?
I lose myself in something real
And softly fade away.
A breath, a glance, a holy space,
I am no longer in this place.

Oh, the silence weaves,
This silence breathes in me.
The angel's wing now weaves
My soul for all to see.
My heart is vast, it knows no time,
I am the silent, sacred rhyme,
I am the silent rhyme.

—
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, Apple's Keynote

Lost In The Silent Rhyme

Indie Pop, Dreampop, Hypnagogic Pop, Neo-Psychedelica, Chillwave, Jangle Pop, Indie, Alternative

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dreams are fried and layered with angels

Strangers move toward my light like moths
They call me perfect, worship what they see
Kisses wet and fingertips land soft
They call me perfect, worship what they see
Hands and bodies pull me near
They call me perfect, worship what they see
But still the one I want’s not here
They call me perfect, but they can’t see me


I am the center, yet outside it all
I may be naked, but I’m never known
I’m unafraid, I meet their eyes
Even merging, I’m all alone


An empty room covered in skin
They call me perfect, worship what they see
They can enter but they don’t get in
They call me perfect, worship what they see
No one here even has a name
They call me perfect, worship what they see
He was different but they’re all the same
They call me perfect, but they can’t see me


I’m the center, yet outside it all
I may be naked, but I’m never known
I’m unafraid, I meet their eyes
Even merging, I’m still alone

Like moths

A manly love song about a manly-man, looking for that perfect woman, only to discover that the perfect partner is another manly-man!

A Man Like Me

Wreckage

A Live acoustic version of Big Blue Sky performed on Dermot O'Leary BBC Radio 2 Show, London

Big Blue Sky (performed Live on BBC Radio 2)

“You” — an acoustic soul moment about love, longing, and the quiet truth we find in connection. ✨

Moody & Mellow 🎧

If therefore anyone cleanses himself from these, he will be
A vessel unto honor sanctified,
Useful to the master,
Prepared unto every good work,
Unto every good work.
A vessel unto honor, sanctified, useful to the master.

But flee youthful lusts, and pursue righteousness,
Faith, love, peace with those who
Call on the Lord out of a pure heart.

But flee youthful lusts, and pursue
Righteousness, faith, love, peace with
Those who call, call on the Lord
Out of a pure heart.


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But Flee Youthful Lusts 🌹

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?