"Warum liegt hier Stroh rum?"

Das ist eine Frage, mit der sich unsere beiden eloquenten Besserwisser Claas und Volker stundenlang beschäftigen könnten. Ja, und jetzt tun sie es auch. Huiiiih!
Um es vorweg zu nehmen: Das Experiment scheitert kläglich. 
Irgendwie kommen die beiden mal wieder vom Hölzchen zum Stöckchen bzw. vom Strohhalm zum Strohballen und reden knappe 90 Minuten über das Tempolimit, die Serie Arcadia, Dickendiskriminierung, das Heizungsgesetz, die Haushaltswoche im Bundestag, die Vorratsdatenspeicherung, den Deutschlandpakt, „die da oben“, den Ampel-Koalitionsvertrag, Gras und Kiffen, Alkohol und Rauchen. 
Und natürlich Stroh. 
Ganz viiiiiel Stroh. 

Viel Spaß!

Folge 109: Warum Liegt Hier Stroh Rum?

A madness from the picture breaks
A fevered gaze my spirit takes
A stranger's face from shadow grown
To build a world I've never known

Your lips, a seal on silent lore
Your eyes, a darkness I adore
They pour a light that burns my soul
Swallows me up, to make me whole

I reach to hold you, touch the air
A fleeting ghost beyond compare
A distant song on harps unseen
A glimpse of what I might have been

Your lips, a seal on silent lore
Your eyes, a darkness I adore
They pour a light that burns my soul
Swallows me up, to make me whole

This holy wound, this sacred ache
From which my new self starts to wake
I drink a poison from your mouth
A silent solace, from the south
It stills the world, it stills the pain...
Again... 
And once again...

Your lips, a seal on silent lore
Your eyes, a darkness I adore
They pour a light that burns my soul
Swallows me up, to make me whole

I'm changing now, until I'm you
Lost in your light, forever new
No name to speak, no path to trace
Just lost inside your endless space...

Your lips, a seal on silent lore
Your eyes, a darkness I adore
They pour a light that burns my soul
Swallows me up, to make me whole

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

Crazy Stalker

A word of stone from yesterday,
It left me in a silent fray.
A cold and judging, hollow sound,
On lonely ground, on lonely ground.
I was a soul in disarray,
Until you came and lit the way.

And in your eyes, a mirror gleams,
Fulfilling all my broken dreams.
A soul reflected, pure and whole,
You give me back my very soul.
The world outside just fades from view,
I am restored, in seeing you.

We meet where sun on stone is sleeping,
A truth inside my heart is leaping.
Your quiet gaze, a gentle art,
It mends the pieces of my heart.
The doubt that held me in the night,
Dissolves in this forgiving light.

And in your eyes, a mirror gleams,
Fulfilling all my broken dreams.
A soul reflected, pure and whole,
You give me back my very soul.
The world outside just fades from view,
I am restored, in seeing you.

An angel's presence, soft and low,
That helps a wounded spirit grow.
You guide me from the dark I knew,
And make the fractured self anew.
This bond was waiting from the start,
A sacred space within the heart.

Here in this light, this sacred space, 
The scattered self finds its true place. 
Your eyes reflect what's pure and whole, 
You don't just mend, you give me back my soul.
No longer broken by the fray, 
In your reflection, I can stay.

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

You Give Me Back My Soul

I need to leave, I need a way out
This nation is broken, it's dirty and loud
The countdown runs, fire and smoke
The future gets smaller, and it’s not a joke
A dream collapsed, I step aside
Frozen I stand where the papers collide
The sky is black and the streets are gray
And wherever I go, there’s nothing to say

This land is dead, there is no life in this state
It is cold, though it shines
Empty walls and empty lines
This land is dead
This land is dead, there is no life in this state
It is cold, though it shines
Hollow hearts, a slow decline
This land is dead
This land is dead

I want back home, I need that place
Where people are strong, where hope had a face
Now what I have learned, is I need them all
But the dream gets small, and it starts to fall
I step away, I look above
And nothing remains but the ghost of love

This land is dead, there is no life in this state
It is cold, though it shines
Empty walls and empty lines
This land is dead
This land is dead, there is no life in this state
It is cold, though it shines
Hollow hearts, a slow decline
This land is dead
This land is dead

German Chancellor Merz in an interview shortly before his election:
„Das Bürgergeld-Gesetz kann man relativ schnell ändern.
Wir werden auch relativ schnell eine Steuerreform machen.
Die deutsche Wirtschaft hält eine Menge aus.
Aber sie hält nicht aus, 
Eine beständige Unsicherheit und Unklarheit
Über die Rahmenbedingungen, 
Zu denen in Deutschland finanziert wird.
Und das werden wir ändern.“

All I saw was dust and stone
All I heard was a silent phone
Took me time to understand
Now I know, this is the end

Deutschland ist tot, no life in this state
It is cold, though it shines
Empty walls and empty lines
This land is dead
Deutschland ist tot, no life in this state
It is cold, though it shines
Hollow hearts, a slow decline
Deutschland ist tot
Deutschland ist tot

Deutschland ist tot, there is no life in this state
It is cold, though it shines
Hollow hearts, a slow decline
This land is dead
This land is dead

—
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

Deutschland Is Dead

The light recedes,
A final gleam.
The forest pleads
In a waking dream.
The ancient trees ascend,
To shadow and to night,
A silent, waiting friend
Born of the fading light.

Oh, the silence weaves,
A silence, deep and true.
An angel's wing believes,
This silence, holding you.
My heart grows vast, beyond all time,
Lost in the silent, sacred rhyme,
Lost in the silent rhyme.

The moss so deep,
The ground so cool.
A dream to keep
Beside the pool
Of memory, unseen,
A truth and whispered scene
While all the ages slept.

Oh, the silence weaves,
A silence, deep and true.
An angel's wing believes,
This silence, holding you.
My heart grows vast, beyond all time,
Lost in the silent, sacred rhyme,
Lost in the silent rhyme.

Is there a name for this I feel?
Where do my senses stray?
I lose myself in something real
And softly fade away.
A breath, a glance, a holy space,
I am no longer in this place.

Oh, the silence weaves,
This silence breathes in me.
The angel's wing now weaves
My soul for all to see.
My heart is vast, it knows no time,
I am the silent, sacred rhyme,
I am the silent rhyme.

—
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

Lost In The Silent Rhyme

The fire paints the light,
The window weeps with silent rain.
You're huddled, hidden from the night,
Your world becomes a silent plain.
The copper glow within your hair,
A silent wonder, rich and rare.

You read, you read, the world fades out,
The world fades out, a silent doubt.
Lost in the word, so still, so vast,
Beyond all future, all the past.
You read, you read, the world fades out,
The world fades out, a silent doubt.
You read, you read, the world fades out,
A silent doubt.
Lost in the word, so still, so vast,
Beyond all future, all the past.

The book is but an open door,
The world outside is there no more.
The scent of tea, the ember's gleam,
You live inside another's dream.
The blanket holds you like a nest,
Where your own soul can come to rest.

You read, you read, the world fades out,
The world fades out, a silent doubt.
Lost in the word, so still, so vast,
Beyond all future, all the past.
You read, you read, the world fades out,
The world fades out, a silent doubt.

The blackbird watches, soft and low,
And in your stillness starts to know,
That who can lose the self will be
Immersed in pure serenity.
A silent offering you bring,
A quiet, consecrated thing.

You read, you read, your soul takes flight,
Your soul takes flight into the light.
Now found within the word, so vast,
A future born from all this task.
You read, you read, the world's so vast, 
A future’s born from all the past.
No more sleep, 
Born – a silent dawn.

You read, you read, the world fades out,
The world fades out, a silent dawn.
Lost in the word, so still, so vast,
Beyond all future, all the past.
You read, you read, the world fades out,
The world fades out, a silent doubt.

—
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

Lost In Books

A limitless freedom above the clouds.

(Instrumental).

Above The Clouds

The spring is hushed, the linden tree is bare,
A silent witness to a cold despair.
Your laughing eyes, a memory, a ghost,
A treasure found and then forever lost.

Oh, my grief, my grief, a river deep and wide,
Oh, my grief, my grief, with nowhere left to hide.
But in this dark, a vow of steel I make,
Until the world for your dear life shall break.

My heart a stone, my soul an iron shard,
They shattered love, they left me cold and hard.
This quiet girl they thought they knew is gone,
A shadow waits to greet the blood-red dawn.

Oh, my grief, my grief, a river deep and wide,
Oh, my grief, my grief, with nowhere left to hide.
But in this dark, a vow of steel I make,
Until the world for your dear life shall break.

No angel comes to comfort or to save,
Just darkness rising from a new-made grave.
A different power fills my soul tonight,
To turn all sorrow into vengeful light. 

Oh, my grief, my grief, a river deep and wide,
Oh, my grief, my grief, with nowhere left to hide.
But in this dark, a vow of steel I make,
Until the world for your dear life shall break.

Oh, my, my vow, a river red and wide,
Oh, my, my vow, with vengeance as my guide.
And in this dark, their world of steel I'll break,
And every soul for your dear life shall ache.

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

Kriemhild's Vow Of Revenge

Die Jahre fielen wie der Schnee
Auf meine kalte Hand.
Ich sah nicht, wie die Zeit vergeht,
In diesem leeren, fremden Land.
Dein Wort war wie ein schöner Schein,
Der Wärme und Hoffnung versprach.
Nun bin ich mit dem Frost allein,
Und trauer’ deinen Lügen nach.

Bring mir die leeren Jahre wieder,
Die ich in deinem Blick verlor.
Sing unsere alten, stillen Lieder,
Ich singe fröhlich mit – im Chor.
Bring mir die Zeit zurück, die deinen
Miesen Betrug so schön verhüllt.

Ein Teufel malte dein Gesicht
Aus falschem Morgenglanz.
Ich tanzte in dem irren Licht
Den unerhörten Tanz.
Nun ist die Melodie verweht,
Die Tänzer alle wund.
Ein stummes, sinnloses Gebet
Aus meinem leeren Mund.

Bring mir die leeren Jahre wieder,
Die ich in deinem Blick verlor.
Sing unsere alten, stillen Lieder,
Ich singe fröhlich mit – im Chor.
Bring mir die Zeit zurück, die deinen
Miesen Betrug so schön verhüllt.
Ich bin der Stein vor deinem Schrein,
Der sich mit eignen Tränen füllt.

Ein dummer Vogel war ich, dir gesandt...
Er hat sein Lied vertan...
Hat deine finstere Seele nicht erkannt...
Und fängt nun neu zu singen an.

Bring mir die leeren Jahre wieder,
Die ich in deinem Blick verlor.
Sing unsere alten, stillen Lieder,
Ich singe fröhlich mit – im Chor.
Bring mir die Zeit zurück, die deinen
Scheiß Betrug so schön verhüllt.
Ich bin der Stein vor deinem Schrein,
Der sich mit eignen Tränen füllt.

—
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, VirtualDJ, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, FLUXpro

Leere Jahre

The days are sinking, a final gold,
The world grows silent, a story told.
The trees stand lonely, their leaves a-flight,
Lost to the wind in the fading light.
A quiet season, a solemn grace,
A fading smile on a tired face.

Summer is gone
Summer is gone
Summer is gone
The bell tolls soft for the sun's last glance.
Summer is gone
The world retreats in a final dance.
Summer is gone
My soul remembers a vibrant hum.
Summer is gone
A different time, a season numb.

The empty rooms where the laughter lay,
Are filled with shadows that come to stay.
The open fields where the warmth once shone,
Are now a whisper, and soon are gone.
A stranger's hand, a gentle touch,
Unlocks a door, you need so much.

Summer is gone
The bell tolls soft for the sun's last glance.
Summer is gone
The world retreats in a final dance.
Summer is gone
My soul remembers a vibrant hum.
Summer is gone
A different time, a season numb.

The quiet season begins its reign,
Washing the world with a gentle rain.
A whispered promise, a secret kept,
For all the times my heart has wept.

Summer is gone
But a new light rises, a truth so deep.
Summer is gone
And in the silence, new promises sleep.
Summer is gone
I turn inside, a sacred home.
Summer is gone
No longer lost, no longer roam.
A different love begins to grow.

—
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

Summer Is Gone

A gleam on glass, a promise lightly spoken,
The moments fall, a slow and silent crime.
I sit here on the edge of a day broken,
Lost from the fading traces of his time.
A glassy shrine within my frozen hand,
Where his reflection, mute and still, is held.
A strange and half-believéd, distant land,
That will not open, that remains unspelled.

Is it only waiting? Is it only waiting?
This echo in the chamber of the soul?
To lose and never have had all control?
Is it only waiting? Is it only waiting?
A phantom promise falling into dust,
A wilting leaf betrayed by autumn's rust.

The world spins on, indifferent and fast,
A play of faces I no longer see.
An angel, maybe, from a sky downcast,
Looks on and wonders what has captured me.
The irony in glances passing by,
They cannot see the chasm deep and wide.
They cannot grasp the reasons that I lie
In wait for something that has already died.

Is it only waiting? Is it only waiting?
This echo in the chamber of the soul?
To lose and never have had all control?
Is it only waiting? Is it only waiting?
A phantom promise falling into dust,
A wilting leaf betrayed by autumn's rust.

Perhaps the test was never him to find,
But just to be, the self I left behind.
The silence grows where promises were spoken,
A brand new world inside of me has woken.
The emptiness becomes an endless space,
And on its shore, I see another face.

Is it only waiting? Is it only waiting?
This echo in the chamber of the soul?
To lose and never have had all control?
Is it only waiting? Is it only waiting?
A phantom promise falling into dust,
A wilting leaf betrayed by autumn's rust.
Is it only waiting? Is it only waiting?
The phantom promise has returned to dust,
And on new ground, I find a different trust.

The screen goes dark. No echo. Not a trace.
I breathe me out. I breathe me in. This space.

—
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, VirtualDJ, GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, ChatGPT

Is It Only Waiting?

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