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Family Motto

A neo-classical piano composition that explores the depths of introspection through sustained notes and gentle arpeggios. Performed solely on grand piano with a soft, intimate touch, this piece weaves a diatonic tapestry of emotion in a minor key. The slow tempo invites the listener into a contemplative space where simplicity meets profound expression. With clean, spacious production that honors the instrument's natural acoustics, each note resonates with crystalline clarity. No vocals, no percussion—just the pure, unadorned voice of the piano speaking directly to the soul.

Echo of the Past

🎵 I Still Taste You Every Time

[Verse 1]
You left your sin on my silver spoon,
Your ghost still hums in the afternoon.
The vinyl skips where your laugh once stayed,
I pour one more, but it tastes the same.

Ash in the glass, lipstick on the rim,
I still drink slow, like I’m kissing him.
Every breath’s a crime I never confessed,
You fade, but you never left.


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[Pre-Chorus]
Your name still melts on my tongue,
Sweet venom, soft and wrong.
I pray for clean, I get divine —
I still taste you every time.


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[Chorus]
Every time I light one up,
You come back in the smoke.
Every time I close my mouth,
Your echo makes it choke.
It’s the salt, it’s the wine,
It’s the ruin left in line —
I still taste you every time.


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[Verse 2]
Midnight calls with your shadow’s tone,
I answer ghosts like they’re flesh and bone.
Your touch was sugar, your truth was gin,
I’m sober now, but you seeped in.


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[Pre-Chorus]
Your name still melts on my tongue,
Sweet venom, soft and wrong.
You fade from sight but stay in rhyme —
I still taste you every time.


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[Chorus]
Every time I light one up,
You come back in the smoke.
Every time I close my mouth,
Your echo makes it choke.
It’s the salt, it’s the wine,
It’s the ruin left in line —
I still taste you every time.


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[Bridge]
You said love don’t linger — you lied.
I still find you between every sigh.
Even heaven feels secondhand,
When your sin still stains my hand.


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[Outro]
The night exhales — I breathe you in,
Same perfume, same phantom skin.
Silence don’t mean clean — it’s fine,
I still taste you.
Every. Time.


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I Still Taste You Every Time

This is my last song that I will be releasing for the time being.
I'm now taking a six-week digital detox vacation. 
We'll see and hear from each other again in 2026!
Happy Holidays!
—

I poured myself some coffee
The clock was ticking calm in four
A simple morning, rather groggy
Just as it always was before
But then the time signature changed its mind
A seven-eighths chain of complex design
My coffee splashed onto the carpet, wet
That’s how King Crimson makes you sweat!

The Moodies conceived it,
Procol Harum cooked it,
King Crimson defined it –
The birth of Progressive Rock!
And suddenly, everything seems to fit. 

The Moody Blues introduced the feeling
Of a concept day you must withstand
It’s symphonic, quite appealing
But doesn't require a steady hand
I looked for answers, sought the source
Found Baroque motifs from Procol Harum
A philosophical, dramatic force
Now trapped inside this concrete room

The Moodies conceived it,
Procol Harum cooked it,
King Crimson defined it –
The birth of Progressive Rock!
And suddenly, everything seems to fit. 

It wasn't just Time and a Word by Yes
Nor psychedelic trips of Pink Floyd
This music is pure inner stress
Every routine now destroyed.

The Moodies conceived it,
Procol Harum cooked it,
King Crimson defined it –
The birth of Progressive Rock!
And suddenly, everything seems to fit. 

Dear Elvis fans, you may now cry
In seven-eighths. 
And there is never any peace.
In any seven-eighths sigh. ;-) 

—
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand, Elevenlabs
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand, Elevenlabs
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Ozone 11, Sound Studio (Felt Tip Inc.), Unison Sound Doctor, VirtualDJ, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, DALL-E, FLUXpro, Apple's Keynote

The Birth Of Progrock

Vesuvius Inc 2025 All rights reserved 
All synths ( MiniMoog)and sequencers, mellotron, vocal : Jef
Drums: Paul.   Lyrics, Vocal, Synth : Matteo. Bass: Marcus

Disillusioned by you

Why are people so horrible to each other on this website?

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-LYRICS-

Petal-clock, I keep my heartbeat geometric, grain by grain,  
Folded-map of smallness — paper-armored, paper-plain.  
I wear quiet like a quilt: thin-stitch, tide-soft; still it keeps,  
Lattice of hush that holds the hollows where the brave root sleeps.  

Small as the stone that moves a mountain — still, and therefore deep,  
Quiet as the moss that splits the wall — gentle, won’t sleep.  

I braid my fear into a ribbon, call it banner, call it braid,  
Threaded syllables make armor that is gentle, not a blade.  
I learn to move like sediment — slow insistence, calm incline,  
Shape the valley with my whisper: patient, honest, carved in time.  

I am a ledger of small mercies; every margin keeps a rule,  
I let the silence teach the ground how to be steadfast, not cruel.  
When the weight leans in, I answer in the language of the clay,  
Saying: we are mighty in our stillness, mighty when we stay.  

See how the hush is muscle — how the hush is marrow —  
Hear how silence grows, and makes the shallow narrow.  
If you measure by the quake, you miss the root below the furrow.  

I keep the ember folded in the palm — a warmth both fierce and pure,  
Its glow is not a blaze but soil that learns how to endure.  
Power is the pebble that remembers how to bear a mountain;  
Strength is the hush that holds the seed and waits to be a fountain.  

Quiet tremor, little tremor — listen: I am proof,  
Bravery is the breath that stays, not the shout that breaks the roof.  

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Thankyou for listening.


I still care for you all, because someone has to respond to the hate with love...
-WishKiss

Petal Clock (Wish)

A song about old photographs and Christmas memories.

CHRISTMAS IN BLACK AND WHITE

Listen to She's Gone for Good, an Atmospheric Rock track from the album Heart of Nightmare. An instrumental piece focused on melancholic melodies and Doom Metal,Post Rock,Prog Rock elements.

Heart of Nightmare is a deep dive into cold, melancholic, and introspective soundscapes. Inspired by the emotional aesthetic of bands like Katatonia (Dead End Kings, Night Is the New Day, The Fall of Hearts), the album blends atmospheric rock, melodic doom, and alternative prog to create a dense, cinematic, and emotionally immersive experience.

Each track explores themes such as solitude, fragmented memories, inner shadows, and the feeling of wandering through a suspended nocturnal world. Clean guitars with delay and chorus, ethereal pads, soft and somber vocals, and slow, minimalistic rhythms shape a journey filled with emotion—almost like walking through an endless fog.

This is an album meant to be heard with headphones, in the dark, letting melancholy guide your heart.

She's Gone for Good

A heartfelt ballad about love as salvation—someone stepping in when life feels empty and turning silence into light.

The mood is intimate yet soaring: it begins with quiet vulnerability and builds into a powerful, anthemic chorus.

Emotional core: healing, trust, and transformation through connection.

When You Call My Name

J'ai écrit les paroles et j'ai composé la musique de cette chanson.
Les arrangements ont été faits avec Band-in-a-Box (guitares) et Suno AI (voix, violon ).

Faut pas s’app’ler Einstein
Pour savoir qu’un instant
N’est que très relatif
Face à l’usure du Temps
Les grains du Sablier
S’avalent comme des pilules
Quand on n’les digère plus
Les accrocs s’accumulent

Les plages de sable fin
Deviennent sables mouvants
Les relations humaines
S’enlisent le plus souvent
Des exceptions existent
Entre gens tolérants
Dont l’ego modéré
N’est pas prépondérant

Faut pas s’app’ler Einstein
Pour faire sienne cette formule :
" A trop se fréquenter,
On risque la bascule ! "  
Les grains du Sablier
S’avalent comme des pilules
Quand on n’les digère plus
Les accrocs s’accumulent

Faut pas s'app'ler Einstein

Montreal-based creator blending atmospheric folk, alternative rock, and evocative piano compositions. My background in tech shapes a precise, layered production style, while my music explores introspection, storytelling, and cinematic moods.

Echo of the Past

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