In Your Eyes

Live In Tehran, 1998

Gol-e Yakh (Live in Tehran, 1998)


I arrived, but far from what I dreamed,
The road I walked split at the seams.
I’m still, but thoughts keep drifting on—
Life and truth don’t get along.

The beauty I believed in fades,
We trade our hearts for darker games.
Betray the kids, betray the soul—
For power's fire and bitter gold.

But I’m here anyway,
With a dream I won’t betray.
Though the peace is hard to hold,
I keep walking through the cold.
Love this life, curse it too—
Find some grace in what is true.
I’m not done, I’m not afraid—
I’m here anyway.

We are too many, maybe too blind,
Fighting for what leaves us behind.
I wanna thrive outside the war,
In love, in peace, in something more.

Yeah, I’m here anyway,
With a dream I won’t betray.
Though the peace is hard to hold,
I keep walking through the cold.
Love this life, curse it too—
Find some grace in what is true.
I’m not done, I’m not afraid—
I’m here anyway.

Limited life, limited time—
But still I trust this path is mine.
The dream may change, the stars may fall,
I’ll rise again and take it all.

So I’m here anyway,
With my soul and what I say.
Every breath, a kind of grace—
In this strange and sacred place.
Love this life, curse it too—
But I’m still showing up for you.
I’m not done, I’m here to stay—
I’m here anyway.

Here Anyway

Jan Nesar

The Covers Collection III: Studio Sketches

Let It Be

11 Nemikhamet (Kamyar)

The Ruby Album-Gospel Blues

Cry Loud - Do Not Break

آه استانبول، چه تلخ است شکست در برابر خویش، و تو تابه‌حال چنین اندوهی ندیده‌ای

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این اثر اقتباسی است از ترانه‌ی آه استانبول سروده‌ی سزن آکسو 

بازتنظیم شعرِ فارسی از آنابل بند

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در روز ۲۸ مه ۲۰۱۳ درگیری‌هایی بین پلیس ترکیه و معترضانی که از چند روز پیش در اعتراض به تخریب بوستان گردش تکسیم (Taksim Gezi Parki) در شهر استانبول متحصن شده بودند، صورت گرفت. نیروهای امنیتی ترکیه با شلیک گاز اشک‌آور به سمت تظاهرکنندگان و خودروهای آب‌پاش، صدها تن را زخمی و بیشتر از ۵۰ نفر را بازداشت کردند. تظاهرات پس از آن روز به شهرهای دیگر هم کشیده شده‌است. این اعتراض به دلیل یک پروژه شهرداری صورت گرفت که براساس آن قرار بود قسمتی از درختان این بوستان واقع در میدان تکسیم قطع گردد و جایگزین آن یک مجتمع فرهنگی احداث شود. معترضان از اقتدارگرایی دولت اردوغان نیز ناراضی بودند. این درگیری‌ها خشونت‌بارترین تظاهرات در ترکیه طی سالیان گذشته بوده‌است. 

منبع: ویکی‌پدیا
بر سنگی در میانه‌ی تکسیم
اشک‌هایم را روانه کردم به سویت
رفت و چه تلخ به پایان رسید
در میانه‌ی تکسیم

اکنون نسیمی می‌خواهم
لنگری، پارویی، قایقی
در نهان چند باده‌ یاقوتی

آه استانبول
تابه‌حال چنین اندوهی ندیده‌ای

چه تلخ است
چه تلخ
این شکست در برابر خویش

آه استانبول
تابه‌حال چنین اندوهی ندیده‌ای

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This piece is adapted from the song Ah Istanbul Olali by Sezen Aksu

Ah Istanbul | آه استانبول

خواننده/ آهنگساز/ ترانه سرا: هپ

میکس و مستر: علی حسینیک



متن شعر: 

ورس یک 

یه شب دیدمت تو کوچه، میدرخشیدی مثل ماه، یه سر بیا اینورا، دختر شیطون بلا

کرس

دختر شیطون بلا، بیا غوغا به پا کن، منو با لب غنچه ات، با اسم کوچیک صدا کن

ورس دو

یه روز دیدم لب بندر، روی‌ آفتابو کم کردی، وقتی صورت نشون دادی، غم هامو دست به سر‌ کردی

لب بندر، تن داغت، منم مجنون و فرهادت، من‌ هم مبهوت و هم ماتت، مات اطوار و حرکاتت 

کرس

دختر شیطون بلا، بیا غوغا به پا کن، منو با لب غنچه ات، با اسم کوچیک صدا کن

Dokhtar Sheytoon Bala (Unplugged)

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Sie sitzt am Fenster, hoch im Licht,
Die Stadt da draußen – ein kaltes Gesicht.
Ihr Haar wie Feuer, ihr Blick wie ein Schwur,
Ein Bild voll Glamour und Struktur.
Sie räkelt sich, so still, so frei,
Der Himmel erbleicht; sie strahlt dabei.
Die Welt verschwimmt – doch sie bleibt klar,
Ein schöner Traum, unwirklich nah.

Red flame, red flame,
Burning in the night.
Red flame, red flame,
Everything feels right.
Red flame, red flame,
Lost in your delight.

Die Zeit gefriert, der Puls so sacht,
Ihr Haar glimmt wie die Blutmond-Nacht.
Die Ruhe trägt, der Moment ist wahr,
Ein stilles Spiel – dem Ziel so nah.

Red flame, red flame,
Burning in the night.
Red flame, red flame,
Everything feels right.
Red flame, red flame,
Lost in your delight.

Zwischen Ruhe und Verlangen,
Zwischen Sehnsucht und Entspannen,
Reckt sie sich, grazil und - Aaah! 
So ohne jede Sorgen - wunderbar!

Rotes Feuer, rotes Haar,
Alles schwebt, so sonderbar.
Rotes Feuer, rotes Kleid,
Alles glüht in Zärtlichkeit.
Red flame, red flame,
Lost in your delight.

Doch plötzlich!
Die Wahrheit trifft sie hart:
Sie muss heute noch die Steuer machen –
Und das vor Mitternacht!
Verdammt!

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Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, GarageBand, Elevenlabs
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Ozone 11, Sound Studio, Unison Sound Doctor, VirtualDJ, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder
Cover design: Volker Redder, Photoshop, ChatGPT

Red Flame

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?