No Chains

Chasing the Vibe

The Diamond Album - Gospel Blues

Grace Is My Armour

can you see...lady with my heart on her sleeve...

Care Free Girl

[Verse 1]
You came ‘round in the morning like you didn’t disappear
Left lipstick on the counter and regret in my mirror
You say, “It’s complicated,” like that’s news to me
But I’ve been solving puzzles since you lost your key

[Pre-Chorus]
I poured my love in your half-empty glass
Watched you sip it slow, then let it pass
You said you’re scared to feel too much
So why’d you come back for that midnight touch?

[Chorus]
I can’t keep loving with half a heart
While you keep pulling mine apart
You're in, then gone, like a ghost at dark
Boy, I need a flame, not just a spark
If you can't stay, then don't even start—
I ain't playing house with half a heart

[Verse 2]
Your records still spin like nothing’s wrong
But the silence between the songs is long
You wear that charm like it don’t cost a thing
But darling, lies ain't gold, they just glitter and sting

[Pre-Chorus]
Told your mama I was just a phase
She said I deserved a better place
You keep your truth behind your smile
But I’ve been wise to that for a while

[Chorus]
I can’t keep loving with half a heart
While you keep pulling mine apart
You're in, then gone, like a ghost at dark
Boy, I need a flame, not just a spark
If you can't stay, then don't even start—
I ain't playing house with half a heart

[Bridge – spoken/sung style]
I’d rather dance alone in my red suede shoes
Than share my bed with your shifting moods
Don’t need your maybe, I want your more
But I ain’t beggin’ like I did before

[Final Chorus – soft at first, builds up]
No, I can’t keep loving with half a heart
You’re a haunted tune in a broken chart
I’m done with the guessing, done with the art
Of holding together what falls apart
So take your silence, take your part—
And leave me whole, with my full heart

half a heart

Just Hangin'

A steamy, lo-fi blend of neo-soul and contemporary R&B, steeped in vintage textures and flirtation.
Velvet vocals melt over brushed drums, Rhodes keys, and jazz-hop rhythms—evoking second glances, slow mornings, and quiet rituals.
Sugar in my coffee. Steam on my skin.
This is soul, low and slow.

[LYRICS]

Mmm…
You already know how I take it.
No cream, no sugar—just you…

Sugar in my coffee,
Steam across my skin.
Every pour you give me
Pulls the warmth from deep within.

Spice beneath the surface, 
Drip that slow routine
You don’t ask if I want sweet,
You just serve it sugar & steam.

Your hands on the cup like you mean more.
Names misspelled, but I still score.
You lean on the counter, watch me flinch
One wink, and I lose my common sense.

Shots pull slow, you draw 'em long
Bitterness right, but your touch? Strong.
Every glance says stay, every smile says sip,
And I’m caught in that swirl from your morning script.

You stir slow like you know what it does…
Lookin’ like Sunday morning in a Monday rush…

Told me once it’s just coffee

mm, lies.

I tip in exact, but you hand back change
Say it’s for luck, or to mess with my brain.
You ask if I want foam
I say surprise me…
And you do, with that look, that touch, precisely.

This ain’t no café thing—it’s ritual now.
I crave that steam more than I’d allow.
A thousand drinks, none hit like this
Whatever you’re brewin’, it brews with bliss.

Sugar in my coffee,
Steam that makes me stay.
You press the morning into me
In a bold and crooked way.

Cinnamon on top now,
Dreams beneath the cream
No need to sweeten nothin’,
You already got the steam.

Save that corner for me.
Save that corner for me.
Save that corner for me.

Tomorrow same time… right?

Sugar & Steam – Contemporary R&B, Neo-Soul, and a touch of Retro Soul served slow and warm.

like a baby's held.in classy arms

[Verse 1]
I get high on you babe. I get high on your love.
I get high on you babe. I get high on your love.

Baby I'm living for what we wanted, and that's to be in love.
With only you, yeah.
And girl, I'm giving you what you wanted.
All my love, and that's a love that's true, yeah.
I get high up on your love, babe.

[Verse 2]
I get high on you babe. I get high on your love.
Baby I'm living for what we wanted,
and that's to be in love.
With only you, yeah.
You know I'm giving you all you wanted.
All my love, and that's a love that's true, yeah.
I get high up on your love, babe.[

Bridge]
What you're doing to me.

(I get high)
(I get high)
(I get high)
(I get high)
_______________________________________
Heavy Head Music (ASCAP)

I Get High

Da war ein Glanz im Glas, ein Wort, das leicht zerbrach,
Die Zeit verann, ein leises Ticken nur.
Sitz’ wartend am Rand von diesem leeren Tag,
Fühl mich verloren und von Dir ist keine Spur.
Das iPhone in meiner kalten Hand,
Darauf Dein Selfie stumm und unbewegt.
Ein viel versprechendes neues Land,
Das sich nicht auftut – es bleibt unerlebt.

Wo bist Du, fremder Tinder-Schein?
Soll dieses Warten ewig sein?
Fällt Dein Versprechen in den Staub?
Fällt sein Versprechen in den Staub?
Wie welkes, abgefallnes Laub?
Bin ich zu kompliziert, fehlt Dir der Mut?
Ist etwa mein Profil nicht gut genug?

Die Welt geht weiter, achtlos und geschwind,
Ein Drama, dem ich nicht mehr folgen will.
Ein Kind sieht mich, so fremd wie ich ihm bin,
Bewundert meine Ruhe, schaut ganz still,
Die Neugier in den Blicken, die mich streifen,
Sie sehen nicht den Abgrund, der in mir klafft.
Sie können das Unheil nicht begreifen
Und nicht erfassen, was Gelassenheit erschafft.

Wo bist Du, fremder Tinder-Schein?
Soll dieses Warten ewig sein?
Fällt Dein Versprechen in den Staub?
Fällt sein Versprechen in den Staub?
Wie welkes, abgefallnes Laub?
Bin ich zu kompliziert, fehlt Dir der Mut?
Ist etwa mein Profil nicht gut genug?

Vielleicht ist dies die Prüfung, tief und rein,
Nicht Dich zu finden, sondern Ich zu sein.
Die Stille wächst, wo eine weitere Stimme fehlt,
Die Ruhe ist nicht schön – sie quält.
Die Leere wird zum unendlichen Raum,
Und aus der Ruhe wächst kein neuer Traum.
Die Stille wächst, wo eine weitere Stimme fehlt,
Die Ruhe ist nicht schön – sie quält.

Wo bist Du, fremder Tinder-Schein?
Soll dieses Warten ewig sein?
Fällt Dein Versprechen in den Staub?
Fällt sein Versprechen in den Staub?
Wie welkes, abgefallnes Laub?
Bin ich zu kompliziert, fehlt Dir der Mut?
Ist etwa mein Profil nicht gut genug?

Der Screen wird dunkel. 
Akku leer. 
Kein Widerschein.
Ich atme aus. 
Und atme mich. 

Und bin allein.

—
Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio, Apple's GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Ozone 11, Sound Studio, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, FLUXpro, Apple's Keynote

Das Sein im Tinder-Schein

[Chorus]
It’s not ‘cause I don’t care,
It’s just the weight I can’t hold everywhere.
I breathe it in, then I let it fly,
What’s outta my hands, I don’t let it define my life.

[Verse 1]
People think my silence means I ain’t affected,
But I’m high sensitive - I feel it, I respect it.
Back in the day, I’d lose sleep, overthink deep,
Every word, every look, kept me up in the heat.
It left marks on my mind, like graffiti in the rain,
Learned peace ain’t found in replayin’ the pain.
I still get caught, thinkin’ ten steps ahead,
Worst-case in my head, just to soften the dread.
And yeah, there’s a moment when the storm clears the air,
I smile, ‘cause the fear I had… wasn’t even there.

[Chorus]
It’s not ‘cause I don’t care,
It’s just the weight I can’t hold everywhere.
I breathe it in, then I let it fly,
What’s outta my hands, I don’t let it define my life.

[Verse 2]
See, some things ain’t yours to carry or control,
Some truths, they belong to another soul.
I can’t change what they think, can’t rewrite their page,
But I can check my heart, keep my peace on stage.
So I break it down - what’s fact, what’s mine to own,
What’s outside my reach, I just leave it alone.
It’s a lesson in balance, a test of grace,
Learning when to fight and when to give space.
It’s not apathy, nah, it’s survival in the raw,
Protectin’ my spirit from the weight I saw.

[Chorus]
It’s not ‘cause I don’t care,
It’s just the weight I can’t hold everywhere.
I breathe it in, then I let it fly,
What’s outta my hands, I don’t let it define my life.

[Outro]
Not every battle’s mine.
Not every thought’s worth my time.
I’m still here, still feelin’, still real.
I just choose where I heal.

I don't care ft. Jerome Lake

Blends chill R&B, neo-soul grooves, and lo-fi soul textures. Perfect for late-night listening.

like a baby's held.in classy arms

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