Hypnotize Me

[Verse 1]
You fought life's ups and downs
Bled and sweated, worked so hard to get here
They said you’d never get to this level,
But look at you now
No one can stop you now,
You’re the storm they can’t control.
The spotlight’s burning, this is your time
You've got this, so let's go! 

[Pre Chorus]
This is your main event,
Your own pay-per-view,
All eyes are locked in,
The world is watching you.
You got one shot left,
Can’t give up now,
Breathe it in, feel the crowd
This is your final round.


One more
One more
ONE MORE ROUND! 

[Chorus]
Don’t throw in the towel now,
You’ve come too far to quit.
You bled for this, every struggle
Built you up for this.

The fight of your life; one last round is all it takes.
Forget the scorecards,
All you need is that knockout. yeah!

ONE MORE ROUND! one more round, one more round!
Yeah, that’s all it takes.
Raise your fists, stand your ground
We fight to the end,
ONE MORE ROUND!

[Bridge]
Remember who you do this for
Your future, your blood, your name.
Every hater, every doubter,
Now you prove them wrong.
When they think you’re finished,
Surprise ‘em with your best. one last round
This is what we trained for
We are here now, so don't you give up on me no, no!

[Pre Chorus]
The tension’s rising,
Clock is ticking,
Breathe in the moment
This is your moment.

[Chorus]
Don’t throw in the towel now,
You’ve come too far to quit.
Every second in the ring
Built you up for this.
One last round, that’s all it takes
Uppercut, Take down, that's it let’s go
Raise your fists, hear the sound
Victory is yours,
ONE MORE ROUND!

One Last Round (King Chico Club Mix)

Techno T

Video 1 Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=oNt5uCnYuF0
Video 2 Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=De5yIJdWXWI
Video 3 Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lV7_9e2YLeY

Wonderful dubby flute by joerxworx: https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

Remixes 2025

Wooden Spoon Dub (Remix)

Wooden Spoon Dub (Remix) feat. joerxworx & Video Link

Context: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Girl_of_the_Uchter_Moor

Lyrics:

Walking, hands almost touching, standing, swamp frogs are singing
Dancing strange lights, we're freezing, somehow you seemed at ease. 

Will-o-wisp is coming, is it yours or mine? 
Has the end come drumming a message through time?

Sudden hands, I freeze, mouth held, please, please, please!
Pushed to the moor on knees. cold. sharp. no breath. no trees. 

Will-o-wisp is coming, is it yours or mine? 
Has the end come drumming a message through time?

The Girl of Uchter Moor


Verse 1 

How many tears I cried for you Remembering how you betrayed me You left me in bitter loneliness And for that friend you abandoned me 

Verse 2 

I begged for your compassion But nothing bent your heart You turned into a monster of evil You turned into a monster

 Pre-chorus 

And you didn't care about what you did

Chorus 

You think you're so pure and so blameless And you make me look like a bad fruit You tell everyone you're ripe And that I don't matter to you anymore I'm the bad guy in what you tell me You're the victim of my antics. You pray that I don't see you My insides are already rotten. 

Verse 3 

From all this I learned To no longer depend on anyone Nor do I want to believe anymore You eliminated my feelings. Bridge I think I'll never be able to love you again 

Chorus 

You think you're so pure and so blameless And you make me look like a bad fruit You tell everyone that you're mature And that I don't matter to you anymore I'm the bad guy in what you're telling You're the victim of my antics. You pray that I don't see you. 

Outro 

My insides are already rotten.




ESPAÑOL 

Verso 1


Cuántas lágrimas lloré, por ti 
Recordando cómo tú me traicionaste
En amarga soledad tú me dejaste 
Y por aquel amigo tú me abandonaste

Verso 2

Suplicaba que tuvieras compasión
Pero nada doblegó tu corazón
En monstruo de maldad 
Te convertiste

Pre chorus 

Y nada te importó lo que tú hiciste

Coro

Te crees tan pura y tan libre de culpa
Y me haces ver como una fruta mala
A todos dices que tú eres madura
Y que yonó  te importo a ti ya nada

Yo soy el malo de lo que tú cuentas
eres la víctima de mis andadas.
Tú rezas para que yo no te vea 
Yo tengo ya podridas las entrañas.


Verso 3

De tódo esto yo aprendí
A ya no depender de nadie
Tampoco quiero ya creer 
mi sentimiento eliminaste. 


Puente 

Creo que jamás podré
volver a amarte

Coro

Te crees tan pura y tan libre de culpa
Y me haces ver como una fruta mala
A todos dices que tú eres madura
Y que yonó te importo a ti ya nada

Yo soy el malo de lo que tú cuentas
eres la víctima de mis andadas.
Tú rezas para que yo no te vea. 

Outro

Yo tengo ya podridas las entrañas.


Letra: Miguel Ángel Botello

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Entrañas - D'mendo Boteli F.wav

This was an idea that had been kicking around in my head for a while. 
Then I wrote the lyrics while lying on a sun bed on my hols. 
A story about two men dating the same woman and having to share her. Their not happy but she’s enjoying them both for different reasons. 
One man has the cash to flash the other is partially broke but she’s enjoying them both equally for different reasons. 
They all know the score but can’t make up their minds to just walk away. 
I’m sure this goes on but this is just a tongue in cheek that’s  a little giggle of a song and to put a smile on your face while listening. 
And no it’s not from my past experiences  lol. 
Thanks as always to Mike for just being the best as always, converting sketch’s into full blown productions while making me laugh on the way. Last but not least Kim for her sultry vocal contributions that had a bit of Beautiful South Magic. 
Both are a true professionals & a pleasure to work with once we have dragged Kim out the pub. 
This Sound Society gives you ……
3 Point Love Affair 

(Brownie, Fox & Kim) 

V1
I like to wine & dine you in the best 
Restaurants Mitchell star
It’s Gregg’s or Maccies on the bus cause this man he don’t own a car
(It really doesn’t matter because I getting the best of both )
It really doesn’t matter boys because we are all getting daily oats )
In the morning it’s salmon with poached eggs on french one sided posh toast 
It’s a strong brew & cornflakes & another notch on the bedpost 

Chorus 

If only we could make up  our minds 
If only this was a sign of the  times
In this three point love affair x2


V2
I can’t share you anymore with this caveman neanderthal 
Hey pretty boy it’s not all about you you don’t  have a clue
(I’m enjoying this boys can’t we stay close 
I’m enjoying this boys wait to see what’s under my coat ) 
Good night Neanderthal I hope you have the worst nightmares 
Look pretty boy just remember I’m the other side of our share 

Chorus 
G C
If only we could make up  our minds 
If only this was a sign of the  times
GDEm
In this three point love affair ……repeat to end 








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3 Point Love Affair - This Sound Society

Rework 2025

Devilish People (Rework 2025)

Finest trombone effect by the wonderful joerxworx: https://soundcloud.com/joerxworx

Forgotten Glacier feat. joerxworx

De l'Aube au Crépuscule

A true story. Just experienced on vacation.

Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday haze,
The slow procession of our holidays.
A little dog’s walk, a brunch, a book,
A predictable pattern, a sunlit look.
But on the square, where tourists sit and stare,
A boy broke free from a quiet despair.
He wrapped his jacket, a strange, turbaned guise,
And waved his trousers with bold, begging cries.

His friends joined in, a small, roaming gang,
Till one boy, called himself „seal boy," began his strange pang.
He dropped to the ground, no reason, no rhyme,
And rolled on the street like a seal, killing the time.

Oh, the seal boy, the seal boy,
Dancing for sweets on the ground.
Oh, the seal boy, the seal boy,
The sweetest sound.
They gave him their pennies, a fleeting sweet joy,
For the fun, for the fun, for the fun of that strange little boy.
The seal boy, the seal boy,
A rhythm for what he had found.

The pennies were flowing, the silver and brass,
As adults paid up, and watched the time pass.
Nine Euros in minutes, a king's ransom won,
Just for rolling and twisting beneath the hot sun.
A grand, wealthy kingdom of five little boys,
Who abandoned their boredom for sweet, sugary joys.
They stormed the kiosk, a joyous attack,
And they left all their quiet, boring days in the back.

What does the boy learn from this short, happy play?
That you can get money for fun, every day?
The questions arise, but the answers are dim,
He’s off to the kiosk, a sweet world for him.

Oh, the seal boy, the seal boy,
Dancing for sweets on the ground.
Oh, the seal boy, the seal boy,
The sweetest sound.
They gave him their pennies, a fleeting sweet joy,
For the fun, for the fun, for the fun of that strange little boy.
The seal boy, the seal boy,
A rhythm for what he had found.

The sun on the sea wall, the dog at my feet,
The simple truth, money can make things sweet.
That a sweet little candy can change a whole day.
And the boys, they knew it, in their cleverest way,
A sweet little candy, first start-up, so clever and new,
It’s a dance, a strange dance, for me and for you.
And the best of all lessons, of value and price,
Was a bag full of candy, a sweet paradise.

Oh, the seal boy, the seal boy,
Dancing for sweets on the ground.
Oh, the seal boy, the seal boy,
The sweetest sound.
They gave him their pennies, a fleeting sweet joy,
For the fun, for the fun, for the fun of that strange little boy.
The seal boy, the seal boy,
A rhythm for what he had found.

—
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio, GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, GarageBand
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Sound Studio, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Photoshop, FLUXpro

The Seal Boy

"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?