72 Hours - Stripped

Have had a writing holiday, with no musical acoutrements whatsoever. Having posted a poem set to music yesterday, I decided that today I would write a song. Maybe not my best but had found a new "method" for writing lyrics; and used it to produce this song. A quiet and melodic song this time, hope you like it.

Our Love's An Illusion

دُنیا نَه جای مُندِنِنْ ، شادُن اَتِی ناشاد اَرِیْ
مِثل یَه مَردِ چی چِکا ، بَعد اَ دو روز اَ یاد اَرِیْ
.
نِمِک رو زَخْمُنُم مَریز ، اَ غُصَّه دِلخونُم مَکُ
اِی مِثلِ لیلی دِلفِریب هَمدَردِ مَجنونم مَکُ
.
یادِ عَزیز دَسْتُنِتْ ، اَز دَستِ خَسْتَه م پَس مَگِه
شَهر ِقدیم چشمُنِت، اَز چشم بَستَه م پَس مَگِه
.
نِمِک رو زَخْمُنُم مَریز ، اَ غُصَّه دِلخونُم مَکُ
اِی مِثلِ لیلی دِلفِریب هَمدَردِ مَجنونم مَکُ
.
درد ِ لَطیفی کِه تو اِی نَصیب هیچ کافر نَبوت
ای گُل که روی ماه تون ، هیچ وِی خدا پرپر نبوت
.
نِمِک رو زَخْمُنُم مَریز ، اَ غُصَّه دِلخونُم مَکُ
اِی مِثلِ لیلی دِلفِریب هَمدَردِ مَجنونم مَکُ

Ahmad Ghaed - Marde Chicheka - مرد چیچکا

Cheek to Cheek

Love on Sidewalks

Golnar | گلِ نار
شعر: داریوش رفیعی

Golnar | گلِ نار

نام اثر: 05:00
آهنگ‌ساز و تنظیم‌کننده: سالار نیک‌فال
پیانیست: سالار نیک‌فال
ویولن‌سل: مهسا قاسمی
میکس و مستر: بهنام معصومی
تاریخ انتشار: ۱۴۰۴/۸/۸

پنج صبح، جهان هنوز تصمیم نگرفته بیدار شود.
دود سیگار با مه بیرون قاطی می‌شود؛ مثل فکری که نیمه‌کاره مانده.
چراغ‌های دور، یاد گذشته‌هایی‌اند که خاموش نشدند.
سکوت، خودش ساز می‌زند در دل تاریکی.
و مردی که میان نبودن و بودن، هنوز منتظر روشن شدن چیزی‌ست.
.
.
Title: 05:00
Composer & Arranger: Salar Nikfal
Pianist: Salar Nikfal
Cellist: Mahsa Ghasemi
Mix & Master: Behnam Masoumi
Release Date: 2025 / 10 / 29

Five a.m. the world still hasn’t decided to wake.
Cigarette smoke blends with the fog outside, like a thought left unfinished.
Distant lights recall the past that never fully faded.
Silence plays its own melody within the darkness.
And a man, caught between being and not-being, still waits for something to dawn.

05:00

Lalaei

Lalaei - Hirad ft. Qaziso

Just the weight.
Just the weight.

I count the cracks in the ceiling paint, they look like highways now. 
Too tired to argue with the shadow in the corner of the room. 
The phone is quiet, but the silence screams louder than before. 
Everything I touch turns grey, it turns grey.
I tried to measure the distance back to who I used to be. 
But the mirror’s a fraud, holding a memory.

This is the weight of the air, the kind that doesn't move. 
Every minute is a slow-motion proof. 
I just wanted less to carry, not this silent altitude. 
I just sit here and I let the silence win.

The daylight hurts my eyes, so I pull the curtains tight. 
Just another day trapped inside the things I didn't say. 
Used to think that lonely was a room you had to cross. 
Now I know that lonely is the last thing you lost.

I tried to measure the distance back to who I used to be. 
But the mirror’s a fraud, holding a memory.
This is the weight of the air, the kind that doesn't move. 
Every minute is a slow-motion proof. 
I just wanted less to carry, not this silent altitude. 
I just sit here and I let the silence win.

Break the glass, I want to feel the cold. 
Let the feeling take a grip and make me whole. 
I don't need the answer; just need the dark to stay. 
Let the melody dissolve the light away.

This is the weight of the air, the kind that doesn't move. 
Every minute is a slow-motion proof. 
I just wanted less to carry, not this silent altitude. 
I just sit here and I let the silence win. 

Just the weight.
Just the weight.

—
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Elevenlabs, GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, GarageBand, Elevenlabs
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Ozone 11, Sound Studio, Unison Sound Doctor, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Photoshop, FLUXpro

Silent Weight

Golnesa | گلنسا
شعر: سیروس آرین‌پور

Golnesa | گلنسا

Verse 1
Cold winds wander through the pines,
Carrying hymns of older times.
Leaves like embers, red as wine,
Fall like prayers the earth refines.

Pre-Chorus
And I stand caught in autumn’s breath,
Where silence feels like life and death.

Chorus
Oh, autumn leaves in burning light,
A trembling flame against the night.
They feel like home in every phase
Oh, autumn leaves still hold their place.

Verse 2
Bonfire glow on weathered skin,
Shadows trace the shape I’m in.
My breath is smoke, the dark divine,
A whispered hymn on borrowed time.

Pre-Chorus
And every step wakes ghosts in me,
In shades of red, in reverie.

Chorus
Oh, autumn leaves in burning light,
A trembling flame against the night.
They feel like home in every phase
Oh, autumn leaves still hold their place.

Bridge
Like falling leaves, we rise, we break,
We’re here to give, we’re here to take.
Yet in that amber glow I find
The echo of a younger mind.

Chorus
Oh, autumn leaves in burning light,
A trembling flame against the night.
They feel like home in every phase
Oh, autumn leaves still hold their place.

Outro
Autumn leaves - they come, they roam…
Still in my bones, they make a home.

Autumn Leaves ft. Sierre Navara

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?

Silent Weight

docredder

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