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KÖPENICK // A Tribute To A Very Special District In Berlin ...
@docfritz // All Musical Stuff, Rhythm Design, Artwork, Mix & Production
Composed, Arranged & Performed by DOCFRITZ @OESJ 
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KÖPENICK

KOEPENICK

Time Travels

Big in Japan (Cover)

it cannot be stopped
you cannot get off
you cannot stand still
everything is coming
made with stylophone

the unstoppable march of time

She’s the Queen, she’s the Queen
She's the Queen of this Hallow-scene
Yeah, the Queen, yeah, the Queen
Yeah, the Queen of this Hallow-scene

I thought tonight was just a chill night out
But now they’re turning up the heat
My girls Anna and Jenna came to slay
They treat this spooky szn like a street feat
Their drama’s always so extra, it’s true
They compete on who’s got the best ’fit
Anna’s cloak is giving old-school witch
She thinks her look is just the absolute sh*t

She’s the Queen, she’s the Queen
She’s the Queen of this Hallow-scene
She’s the Queen, she’s the Queen
She's the Queen of this Hallow-scene
Yeah, the Queen, yeah, the Queen
Yeah, the Queen of this Hallow-scene
She's the Queen of the night, it’s her regime!

Jenna rolled up with a whole vibe change
Her makeup’s next level, like a demon's curse
She’s throwing shade at Anna’s basic robe
Says her look is giving nothing, couldn't be worse
Then little Lena steps up to the mic
And she’s not playing games with her crew
Her pointy hat is totally on fleek
And she drops the question: "Who even are y’all two?"

She’s the Queen, she’s the Queen
She’s the Queen of this Hallow-scene
She’s the Queen, she’s the Queen
She's the Queen of this Hallow-scene
Yeah, the Queen, yeah, the Queen
Yeah, the Queen of this Hallow-scene
She's the Queen of the night, it’s her regime!

Listen up, besties, this is what I see
Anna’s got the classic vibes, period.
Jenna’s serving high fashion, she understood the assignment
But Lena's out here looking like the main event, straight up lit
Flexing their cauldrons, their spells are intense
This sister squad is too much for my senses
They’re walking like they own every block
Yeah, these three witches are running the clock!

No, there’s no queen, so stop the cap, alright?
'Cause all three witches own the spotlight!
They look fire, they’re a whole mood, you see
This is the sickest Halloween party!
We're breaking the rules, we're making the calls
We’re the baddest witches in these hallowed halls!
We're the Queens of the night, so cheers to that!
Now pass me my pumpkin spice, where the party at?

They're the Queens, they're the Queens
They're the Queens of this Hallow-scene
They're the Queens, they're the Queens
They're the Queens of this Hallow-scene
They're the Queens of the night, it’s their regime!

—
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio, GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand, Pixabay (Julius H.)
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, Photoshop, FLUXpro

Queen of the Hallow-scene

Inspired by Grace Jones "I've Seen That Face Before"

I play some beautiful piano accordion hooks as well hope you like them.

"The Message"

I wrote the song "Earn It Up" because I needed to shout out the truth I’ve learned about life: nothing truly valuable is ever just handed to you. I’m tired of the idea of entitlement; I wanted to create an anthem for the grind—for the people who understand that the deepest satisfaction comes not from an easy win, but from the effort and struggle it takes to get there. Whether it's respect, a major career goal, or simply peace of mind, my song celebrates the feeling of looking back and knowing you worked for, and truly deserve, every good thing you have. It's a reminder that we have to step up and earn our way forward.

Original lyrics & vocals

(Verse 1) You want the easy route, the cheat code, the hack? 
Lemme tell you now, there's no going back. 
See the real currency? 
It ain't digital, friend, 
It's the hours that you put in right up to the end.
 You gotta trade sweat for the comfort you crave, 
The cash in your pocket is the effort you save 
From nobody else. It's the grit and the grind, 
Every dollar you spend leaves a day of work behind.

(Chorus) No handouts, no silver spoons, no magic trick— I'm here to remind you, and I'll say it quick: 
The bills won't disappear with a hopeful thought, If you want the reward, then the battle must be fought.

You gotta literally work for your money, fam. 
No fantasy ledger, no elaborate scam. 
From the first light to last light, you pay the cost, 
'Cause the money you get is the time you have lost
If you didn't put the hours in, then that bank ain't real,
You gotta roll up your sleeves and show 'em how you feel.

(Verse 2) I ain't talkin' about luck,
 I ain't talkin' 'bout dreams, 
I'm talkin' spreadsheets, 
blueprints, and welding the seams. 

I'm talkin' coffee and silence when the city is sleepin', 
While the rest of the world is too busy keepin' Up with the rumors, 
the flashes, the cheap, easy lies, I'm building the empire right in front of their eyes.
You see the result and you call it "overnight flow," 
But you missed the five years of planting the seeds down low. 
You missed the budget-cuts, the pressure, the cost, 
Every lesson I learned was a battle I lost— 
And then conquered. So save all your wishes and shouts, 
This ain't complicated, it's just about putting the hours out.
Yeah, you gotta literally work for your money, fam. 
No fantasy ledger, no elaborate scam.
From the first light to last light, you pay the cost, 
'Cause the money you get is the time you have lost. If you didn't put the hours in, then that bank ain't real, 
You gotta roll up your sleeves and show 'em how you feel.

No handouts, no silver spoons, no grace, I look life straight back in the face. You get what you claim, you get what you earn, This is the only lesson that you need to learn. I built this myself, there's nobody else.

Produced in the ARAPA Music Studio
Sydney - Australia

Earn It Up

money is the root of all evil
every dollar every euro every peso every pound
they all need to be bound 
and gagged 
incarcerated, or put into the ground
handcuffed 
incinerated or buried never to be found
taken prisoner
deprived of liberty
stripped of rights
and thrown into the
darkness of solitary
and confined
with no 
privileges
or 
yard 
time
you gotta keep those cons
from escaping in the cons
that this world will
constantly try on
the world 
will make
any 
attempt 
to break
your currency out
of your pocket
keep your prison
locked down
like alcatraz
like alcatraz
like
alcatraz
if you want the rule of your
delight
to prevail over the whore
with her sights
on everything you think is yours
money
is a whore
is a whore

keep your prison
locked down
like alcatraz
like alcatraz
like
alcatraz
if you want the rule of your
delight
to prevail over the whore
with her sights
on everything you think is yours
money
money
keep your prison
locked down
like alcatraz
like alcatraz
like
keep your prison
locked down
like alcatraz
keep your prison
locked down
like alcatraz
like alcatraz
like
alcatraz
if you want the rule of your
delight
to prevail over the whore
with her sights
on everything you think is yours
money
money
is a whore
is a whore
money is the root of all evil
every dollar every euro every peso every pound
they all need to be bound 
and gagged 
incarcerated, or put into the ground
handcuffed 
incinerated or buried never to be found
taken prisoner
deprived of liberty
stripped of rights
and thrown into the
darkness of solitary
and confined
with no 
privileges
or 
yard 
time
keep your prison
locked down
like alcatraz
like alcatraz
like
alcatraz
if you want the rule of your
delight
to prevail over the whore
with her sights
on everything you think is yours
money
is a whore

money (work in progress)

The Betrayer (Moe-Fi)

He woke up in the dark. He could hear static, from an old radio. When he looked outside, he only saw pitch black. A song started playing through the radio. He knew this song, it was from home. What was the name? Suddenly,  they started moving swiftly towards him. He ducked and curled up, hidden in the dark. He waited, for a while it seemed. It was dead quiet, but he could hear the song. Then he remembered the name, "Edward": his betrayer.  And they were at his feet. 

PART 2: https://soundcloud.com/moekim/part-2-acceptance


NOTES: 
This song was an early acoustic demo of my song "The Problem" on EP1. I was trying to do weird stuff with my music at that time, and so that's how that weird sounding song on my first EP came to be. But looking back I think I much prefer the sound of this one, and the lofi aesthetic always brings some nostalgia. 

So I'm exploring with some short form storytelling. I just made up those words. Anyhow these will be works in progress, but I can put them out in between my usual songs to keep content going. Artwork to come soon. I hope you enjoy.

Part 1: The Betrayer

ITS NOT EASY_ 2


https://music.youtube.com/playlist?list=OLAK5uy_lYmfsjlffexYho_5uGkQkSqotgpfaGh1o&si=9oyGdRz4GdeeqG6r



https://open.spotify.com/track/6vNs8M6i4GiDpiUG4qAMGG?si=S6OSFZCBTMOHf-Pfxj-X_Q%0A


https://music.apple.com/us/song/sinapsi/1851253887





[Verse]

Synapses burning in the deep darkness

A flash that explodes in a second

The mind gets lost in a slow vortex

Every thought becomes cement


[Chorus]

Synapses in the heart that scream loudly

Doors open between pleasure and pain

In the body that dances to the rhythm of the world

A feeling that remains profound



[Verse 2]

I was looking for answers between shadows and noise

Synapses screaming inside my heart

A distant echo guides me to the border

Between what is lost and what remains



[Prechorus]

And a game of threads that weaves destiny

An invisible knot on my path



[Chorus]

Synapses in the heart that scream loudly

Doors open between pleasure and pain

In the body that dances to the rhythm of the world

A feeling that  Stay deep

 

[Bridge]

And if silence takes me far away

I will follow the beat of my hand

Synapses that sing without sound

A journey of light between shadow and heat

Sinapsi.mp3

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?

Queen of the Hallow-scene

docredder

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