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“Brighter Days (Male Version)” A raw, reflective blues-soul anthem sung from the chest of a man who's been to hell and walked home barefoot. “Brighter Days” blends stripped-back soul with classic blues energy, pulling from heartbreak, survival, and redemption. A voice full of gravel and gospel — he ain’t perfect… but he’s here.

Brighter Days

Fakin what you're telling 
Others not to be
Man of many colors
Who do you think you're fooling

Pretending to be more 
Than what we all see
Ballin ain't for you
Cause you're simpin too easily

Lights, camera, action
Vibrato right on time
then behind closed doors
max overdrive

You're only fooling yourself
It's all over you face
Simp to the world while
She puts you in your place

Pretending to be more 
Then what we all see
Ballin ain't for wimps
For your simpin comes too easily

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Trust  me or not

[Intro]
Brass breath rises over Addis dusk
Snare rolls like thunder from the south

[Verse 1]
Ruby light bleeds on Entoto crest
Militia shadows in parade dress
Baritone sax shouts warning call
Trumpet cuts sharp through market stall

[Chorus]
Horn uprising under crimson sky
Freedom cries, we will not die
Drumline breaks the ancient chain
Hope ascends with brass refrain

[Verse 2]
Tambourine shivers in lantern glow
Harmonica weaves tales of woe
Tenor sax sings the people's pain
Flugelhorn soothes like summer rain

[Chorus]
Horn uprising under crimson sky
Freedom cries, we will not die
Drumline breaks the ancient chain
Hope ascends with brass refrain

[Bridge]
Call and response in the city's heart
Crowd roars back, tearing silence apart
Baritone growl meets trombone wail
Voices rise, no fear to fail

[Chorus]
Horn uprising under crimson sky
Freedom cries, we will not die
Drumline breaks the ancient chain
Hope ascends with brass refrain

[Outro]
Lanterns dim but spirit stays
Brass fades out in smoky haze
Echoes linger on cobblestone
Addis breathes in freedom's tone

Addis Horn Uprising

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It’s a good day, we just vibe

On Titan's shore, the air is new
An atmosphere of silver-blue
The ground we shaped, a lonely stage
To turn a cosmic, final page

The king of rings begins to bow
I watch him sink, I don't know how
This broken heart of light and dust
Can fill my own with so much trust

If I cried out, a fragile plea...
Who in this void would answer me?
Oh, Saturn falling, falling down, down
A silent fire, a heavy crown
This awful beauty I have found
And I don't dare to make a sound

A beauty made of cosmic dust
A silent witness to my lust
For something real in this cold place
Reflected in my human face

Falling down, the light, the grace
Falling out of time and space
Oh, Saturn falling, falling down, down
A silent fire, a heavy crown
This awful beauty I have found
And I don't dare to make a sound

My name dissolves, my body breaks
For every breath the silence takes
I am the eye, I am the gleam
A waking part of this strange dream
Oh, Saturn falling, falling down, down
A silent fire, a heavy crown
This awful beauty I have found
And I don't dare to make a sound

Saturn Fall
Saturn Fall
Part of the fall...
Part of the light...
A fading whisper...
In the endless night...

Oh, Saturn falling, falling down, down
A silent fire, a heavy crown
This awful beauty I have found
And I don't dare to make a sound

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Arrangement and vocals: Volker Redder, Udio, Apple's GarageBand
Loops and samples: Volker Redder, Apple's GarageBand
Editing and sound design: Volker Redder, Sound Studio, Ozone 11, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, FLUXpro, Apple's Keynote

Saturn Is Falling

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I’m still with you

Room 3B, the blinds are down
Orange hair, the talk of town
Tulle on her shoulders, 80s-chic
She’s the prophet of the week
Throws the cards down on the wood
Says your future's understood
Love and money, tax returns
She’s the lesson no one learns

Oh, Madame Fortuna, tell me a lie
With that online diploma in your eye
Oh, Madame Fortuna, it’s all for show!
But oh, what a glow! What a glow!

You want the Ace of Hearts, you say?
Well, it kind of fell away
Lost somewhere inside her dress
She's a beautiful, hot mess
Throws the cards down on the wood
Says your future's understood
Love and money, tax returns
She’s the lesson no one learns

Oh, Madame Fortuna, tell me a lie
With that online diploma in your eye
Oh, Madame Fortuna, it’s all for show!
But oh, what a glow! What a glow!

So she can't see what's coming next
She's just working from a text
Who needs the truth when the vibes are right?
Shining in the pale moonlight

Madame Fortuna, we’ll buy the lie
'Cause there's real magic in your eye!
Oh, Madame Fortuna, we love the show!
So give us the glow! Give us the glow! What a show!
Oh, what a glow! Oh, what a glow!
It's all for show, you know
Oh, what a glow! Oh, what a glow!
It's just for show, we know.

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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, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, FLUXpro, Apple's Keynote

Madame Fortuna

L(ai)VE MUSIC

Not artificial. Already inside. The “(ai)” curves into O—LOVE closed, full, looped.

Not sound project—living groove scroll. Human-led. Soul-poured. Breath-tuned.

Afro-Purvian joy funk. Hip-hop gospel. Sacred stank soul. Tape hiss psalms. Harmonicas weep and praise.

Mouth of Queen Beast. Breath of Sacred-Masculine.
Archived Grandmother Rhythm. Whispers carried by Genderless Vessel. Groove pushed by Ritual Twin.

Every voice loops.
Every character dances.
All mirror back to you.

Every track—spell.
Every word—lived.
Every loop—mirror.

No scroll. No swipe. Press play. Close eyes. Move slow.

Dance barefoot. Sway on porches. Bend between breezes that blow sheets on clotheslines. Let rhythm dry the grief you still wear.

Think prayer dressed as bassline & grief with glitter meets joyfunk, supersoul stank space reggae rooted in Ras Tafari.

Flavored in Afro-Purvian smoke. Wrapped in funk lace. Drenched in layered scripture.

This sound haunts, heals, hums and feels like home. 
Not music. Not moment.

L(ai)VE MUSIC: You already here... stay a while, and we'll see you on the flipside of forever.

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