Endless motion without escape.
Circles drifts through layers of synth, reverb, and tension — a slow rotation between beauty and decay. Every pulse feels familiar, every silence deeper than before.
Minimal. Hypnotic. Eternal.

🎧 Headphones recommended.

CIRCLES

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!
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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. ;-) 

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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

SugarSynth: "Some days the world moves too fast. Some days we move off-beat on purpose. And when we can’t help it, we just control what we can. That's the best we can do."
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brain’s buffering again.
beep boop

I stare at the waveform till it stares back,
cursor blinking on the channels
every thought’s a halfmade song,
emotions stuck at 99%.
glitch breath, frame skip,
cursor drip.
nothing moves but I still trip.

input lag in my own head.
it’s all fine, I’m not dead yet.
it’s all fine, I’m not dead yet.
it’s all fine, I’m not dead yet.

it’s all fine, I’m not dead yet.
thinking in packet loss,
heart sync off.
static bloom, no drop.

input lag in my own head.
no reset, no regret.
input lag in my own head.
the beat forgets, I don’t forget.

they say the frame skips, but we all know that blur.
we’re moving at odd tempos, but the rhythm still stirs.
some of us flicker, some of us freeze,
but there’s music in the gaps and the space in between.
they wanted clear lines, but we’re here for the haze,
for the hearts out of sync in a hundred soft ways.
this ain’t malfunction, it’s motion in disguise.
we don’t need repair, just room to rise.

it’s all fine, I’m not dead yet.
it’s all fine, we are not dead yet.
it’s all fine, we are not dead yet.
it’s all fine, we are not dead yet.
input lag in your own head.
this high ping, this low refresh.
the beat forgets, we don’t forget.

I don’t forget.
I don’t forget.

What if the stumble is where the meaning starts?
What if the pause is just us healing broken parts?
They call it flawed, we just call it pace.
Finding our own rhythm in this world of haste.

tempo fades.
glow stays.
this lag is in my head.
no reset, no regret.
the beat forgets.
I don’t forget.

Input lag

Bass Tune

« Ces mers qui se succédaient et devant lesquelles, autre nymphe, elle se détachait. »

On recopie cette phrase dans son carnet de bord, au-dessus d’un démon vert qu’on a gribouillé hier. Pas grave si la cohérence entre la nymphe et le démon n’est pas évidente. Pas grave, quand bien même ça suffit pour t'agacer.

On dévore les peaux mortes
de tes lèvres qui desquament.

https://fhauna.bandcamp.com/album/orpailles

catalogue : muzakorderEP0016

recording(s) : fhauna

mastering : Jean-Patrice Rémillard 

buy_on_BC

dramanee

BassHouse practice freestyle session 11/30/25

INTROSPECTION

INTROSPECTION (Techno Dub Meet Dark Electro)

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Almost Always There – On a Rock, a Deep Space Dub Journey

Dig it or not. Ride on.


You will own nothing – not even this song.


additional tags below: suggested by the system, why not

/ the story

We arrive naked on a spinning rock and leave it naked again, but in between we exhaust ourselves trying to own pieces of a world that was never really ours. Philosophers have long pointed out that property is, in the end, a legal and mental construct, not something the soul can actually hold.

​Almost Always There – On a Rock, a Deep Space Dub Journey drifts through that paradox: a humanoid species obsessed with ownership, streaming sounds it does not possess, clinging to things on a planet it can never keep. On this hurtling rock in space, the only constant is the journey itself – and even this song is just passing through your hands.
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Almost Always There – On a Rock, a Deep Space Dub Journey

Fade Away (remaster)

bUT  Not  2day

Lizzie kindly agreed to work on a piano idea and transformed it into this graceful song (re-introducing me to my O grade French again).  Please listen to her other great music at @taylor-pentland.

Ne sois pas bleu
Coeur eclaire par la lune

We flutter by, like the night

Chanson d'oiseau
Reste longtemps

All feathers and light we rise
All feathers and light we rise

Maybe one day
We'll be side by side
No fluttering by
We rest in the light

Ne pas regarder en arriere (don't look back)

Flutter by (Lizzie & Paul)

paulmck