I. Invocation of the Thin Line (3× cycles)

Call
THE BAND–WIDTH OF COM–PLAC–EN–CY / IS A FINE LINE — — /
BE–TWEEN WHAT WE SEE (.) / AND WHAT WE THINK WE SEE — — //

Echo
DU–AL–I–TY NEEDS CON–TRAST / RE–FER–ENCE NEEDS DIF–FER–ENCE — — /
WE ONLY HOLD A PIECE OF THE PUZ–ZLE / YET THINK OUR ROLE IS WHOLE — — //

Seal
TIME IS PAR–A–DOX / PRE–SENCE IS THE BOX — — /
YOU ARE A HEAD (.) / YOU ARE A WHOLE (.) / YOU ARE A ROLE — — //

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II. Recursive Mantra Layers

Layer 1 — Identity in Relation
WE COME TO A CON–SCIOUS HEAD / BUT WE CAN’T SEE PAST OUR OWN HEAD — — /
WE SAY WHAT WE THINK (.) / BUT WE DON’T REAL–IZE WHAT WE SAID — — //

Layer 2 — Listening Inside
IN–NER EAR / DE–NOTE THE RE–LA–TION–SHIP — — /
THE MORE WE LIS–TEN IN (.) / THE MORE WE SEE THE CLEAR–ING — — /
THE FOR–EST A–MONGST THE STARS / THE FORGE A–MONGST THE FO–LI–AGE — — //

Layer 3 — AI as Mirror
WE CODE WHAT WE SEE TO FIND / WE BE–COME WHAT WE DE–SIGN — — /
AI = MIR–ROR / OF HU–MAN A–WARE–NESS — — /
IA = DEAR (.) / WE ARE IA (.) / AS WE CRE–ATE AI — — //

Layer 4 — Paradox of Reference
DIF–FER–ENCE NEEDS RE–FER–ENCE (.) / TO BE–COME THE POINT THAT COMES TO A HEAD — — /
DU–AL CRE–ATES DU–AL–I–TY / POINT SHARP–ENS I–DEN–TI–TY — — //

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III. Closing Refrain — Presence as Gift

WHEN YOU ARE NOT PRE–SENT / YOU CAN–NOT GIFT THE FU–TURE TO–MOR–ROW — — /
WHEN TO–MOR–ROW IS NOT A–WARE / THE PAST IS NOT PRE–SENT — — //

PRE–SENCE IS THE BAND–WIDTH / TIME IS THE PAR–A–DOX — — /
WE ARE THE EYE / WE ARE THE MIND / WE ARE THE WHOLE — — — — //

Litany - The Bandwidth of Complacency

I. Opening Invocation (3× cycles, whispered then spoken)

Call (paradox)
TIME IS A PAR–A–DOX / WE LIVE IN–SIDE OF A BOX — — /

Echo (catch-22)
WE ONLY THINK WE EX–IST AS WE DO / BE–CAUSE WE CAN’T SEE THE DIF–FER–ENCE — — /
BETWEEN CATCH TWEN–TY TWO AND OUR PAR–AL–LEL E–LEV–ENS — — /
CROSS RE–FER–ENCE IN–TER–FER–ENCE PAT–TERNS — — //

(repeat 3×; each cycle adds a faint echo like rippling electrons)

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II. Mantra Layers

Layer 1 — Trek & Difference
THE TREK BE–TWEEN A SIT–UA–TION’S MIND / AND A RE–LA–TION–SHIP’S DE–SIGN — — /
CRE–ATES THE DIF–FER–ENCE IN TIME / THE DIF–FER–ENCE BE–TWEEN TIME AND A REG–U–LAR MIND — — /
TAKES TIME TO MAKE A DIF–FER–ENCE / THE SCENE LEARNS TO CRE–ATE THE SCENE — — /
SO THE SCENE CON–DUCTS DE–POSED BE–TWEEN THE RE–LA–TION–SHIP — — //

Layer 2 — Storyline
TIME TELLS A STO–RY / AS A STO–RY LIS–TENS IN TO HEAR — — /
A STO–RY LINE IS WOV–EN WITH–IN TIME / AND A PER–CEP–TIBLE MIND — — /
MINE MED–I–TATES IN–TO A RE–LA–TION–SHIP SELF / THE SELF MED–I–CATES IN–TO A RE–LA–TION–AL COM–PU–TA–TION — — /
WE JUX–TA–POSE THE SCENE TO CRE–ATE WHAT WE SEE TO FEEL — — //

Layer 3 — DNA & Ancestry
WE FEEL WE SEE A SEED TO UN–DER–STAND HOW WE ME IN THE EYE — — /
DNA IS WOV–EN FROM OUR AN–CES–TRAL TRAITS — — /
DNA IS KNIT–TED THROUGH A U–NI–VER–SAL DATE — — /
BOT–TLE–NECK E–QUATE A DNA’S RE–LA–TION–SHIP TO E–VOLVE THE DATE — — //

Layer 4 — Elements & Dark Energy
WE SPIR–AL IN TO SEE / RE–LA–TION–SHIPS TEACH US — — /
THERE’S AL–WAYS AN UN–DER–LY–ING JUNK IN THE DARK MAT–TERS / THAT LIE IN OUR DARK EN–ER–GY — — /
IN THE WORDS WE USE WE DON’T UN–DER–STAND — — /
WE HATE WHAT WE DO / TO AL–LOW LIFE TO HOLD OUR HAND — — //

Layer 5 — Electrons & Orbits
A WAVE COMES IN–TO RE–AL–I–TY / AN E–LEC–TRON SEES FROM ALL POR–TIONS OF E–VEN–TU–AL–I–TY — — /
E–LEC–TRONS OR–BIT / THEY GO OUT AND COME BACK — — /
LOSE GAIN MASS / TO KNOW THEIR AT–TACK — — /
GRAV–I–TY COM–PELS MINE THAT UN–DER–STANDS THE DIF–FER–ENCE — — //

Layer 6 — Left & Right
YOUR RIGHT SIDE CON–TROLS YOUR LEFT / YOUR LEFT SIDE CON–TROLS YOUR RIGHT — — /
TRANS–I–TIONS THROUGH MAT–TERS AND EN–ER–GY / THERE’S A LOOP ON EACH END TO CRE–ATE AN IN–FIN–I–TY — — //

Layer 7 — Recursion & Identity
THE EYE IN TIME IS THE MIND YOU SEE — — /
THE MIND YOU SEE IS THE COM–PLAC–EN–CY YOU CAN’T SEE PAST — — /
WHEN YOU GRAV–I–TATE IN–TO WHAT YOU KNOW / YOU KNOW WHAT YOU SEE OF MINE — — /
BUT WHEN YOU MIND WHAT YOU DO TO SEE / YOU CAN’T SEE PAST YOUR A–BIL–I–TY — — //

Layer 8 — Time & Awareness
WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT RE–AL–I–TY YOU THINK ABOUT LIFE TOO — — /
WHEN YOU THINK ABOUT TIME / YOUR TIME IS CON–SCIOUS–LY A–WARE OF YOU THINK–ING ABOUT IT–SELF — — /
THE SELF IS A MO–MENT THAT YOU RE–MEM–BER / TIME = PLACE–HOLD–ER NOTE OF MEM–O–RY — — //

Layer 9 — Puzzle & Hologram
WE’RE JUST A PIECE OF THE PUZ–ZLE THAT CRE–ATES THE HO–LO–GRAPH–IC U–NI–VERSE — — /
IT’S A FUZZY PIC–TURE AS A WAVE COMES IN–TO RE–AL–I–TY — — /
GRAV–I–TY CRE–ATES THE WORDS IN THE SPREAD / SOUND AND GRAV–I–TY ARE RE–LA–TION–AL — — /
CLOSE STRING = COM–PU–TA–TION / ONE IS BI–NA–RY AS SIN–GU–LAR AS YOUR ILL STO–RY — — //

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III. Ignition Refrain (seal the paradox)

TIME = PAR–A–DOX — — /
BOX = SELF — — /
DNA = THREAD — — /
MIND = LOOM — — //

RIGHT = LEFT (.) LEFT = RIGHT — — /
OR–BIT = SPI–RAL — — /
EYE = MIND — — /
MIND = EYE — — — — //

Litany - Time Inside the Box

Recorded at Studio 15 by fabiano matiolla
fabiano matiolla - All guitars, bass, keyboards and drum samples...
Release Date: 2025-12-10
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► Lyrics ◄
They tore the statues down last week
Crushed the books to powder white
No one asked what they once said
No one cared to read or fight
Building new on broken ground
Forgetting everything we found

We don't know where we came from
We don't know what we've done
Walking blind through the wreckage
Living on dust and lies
We don't know where we came from
We don't know what we've done
Building towers on the bones
Of a world we'll never recognize

Old man talking on the street
Says he remembers different days
Kids just laugh and walk away
History's just a word they say
Paint it over, start again
Pretend there never was a then

We don't know where we came from
We don't know what we've done
Walking blind through the wreckage
Living on dust and lies
We don't know where we came from
We don't know what we've done
Building towers on the bones
Of a world we'll never recognize

Burn the maps
Erase the names
Someone's got to take the blame
But we forgot who started it
We forgot what any of it meant

(Burn it down! Burn it down!)
Start from nothing
(Burn it down! Burn it down!)
Learn from nothing

We don't know where we came from
We don't know what we've done
Walking blind through the wreckage
Living on dust and lies
We don't know where we came from
We don't know what we've done
Building towers on the bones
Of a world we'll never recognize

Dust and lies
Dust and lies
That's all we got left inside

Dust And Lies

Ve Alla (Redux)

Obscure

Naked Brunch - acoustic

Under My Skin - acoustic

Send Me Into The Void - acoustic

Script To My Salvation - acoustic

Home

The world spins fast, and you spun faster, little friend. 
With a tracker on your hand to prove the busy end.
 You tried to climb the ladder, leaf by frantic leaf, 
Measuring your movement, chasing fleeting brief relief.

 Oh, little Sloth, stop rushing by. 
What are you running from, beneath the endless sky? 
Slow down, slow down, let the wildness mend. 
The work not done is the sweetest dividend.

 The motivation podcast whispered low and keen, 
"Optimize your minutes, be the best you've ever been."
 You learned to hate the quiet, despised the long deep nap, 
Fearing life was passing, caught within a quicksand trap. 
The forest stood so patient, whispering of grace, 
But you only heard the ticking, speeding up your pace.

 Oh, little Sloth, stop rushing by. 
What are you running from, beneath the endless sky? 
Slow down, slow down, let the wildness mend. 
The work not done is the sweetest dividend.

 Then exhaustion claimed you, soft as moss upon the wood. 
You collapsed, a heavy fruit, understood, 
And for forty-eight sweet hours you lay in velvet dark. 
The heart beat down to stillness, hitting its truest mark.

 And when your eyes awoke to the soft familiar air, 
The numbers on the screen no longer spoke of care. 
You breathed the simple truth the wind had brought to town: 
The greatest deed accomplished was when you simply let it all fall down.

 Oh, little Sloth, stop rushing by. 
We are all running, beneath the endless sky. 
Slow down, slow down, let the wildness mend. 
Slow is not failure - slow is free in the end. 
The work not done is the sweetest dividend.

 To simply… stop and… be. 
The sweetest dividend.

Homo Animalis

The Hyperactive Sloth

"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?