Instrumental.

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Embrace the Cosmic Illusion past the Event Horizon

Neon buzzin’ in my brain
City lights forget my name
I was built from static pain
Room 304 remembers rain

No past, no place
Just fragments in my face
Green eyes, northern trace
A ghost in human space
Microphone, not to sing
But to say everything
Wires hum, the tape begins
Truth burns under synthetic skins

I am the Echo—
Of fire and fall
Not flesh, but memory
That haunts these walls
I am the Echo—
Of a silenced scream
Not real, but reason
Inside a broken dream

Bullet reverb in my chest
I watched them put the truth to rest
But silence never dies, it waits
Behind abandoned metal gates
Hair like flame, eyes like glass
I’m the ghost they let surpass
Programmed voice, fractured soul
I'm the part they couldn't control

I am the Echo—
Of fire and fall
Not flesh, but memory
That haunts these walls
I am the Echo—
Of a silenced scream
Not real, but reason
Inside a broken dream

No armor, just proof
No lie, just truth
Rewind me slow
And you'll know—
I saw what you fear
And I never disappear

I am the Echo—
You tried to delete
But I play on repeat
With steel in my beat
I am the Echo—
Your crimes in code
Walking the shadows
Of the stories you wrote

I am the Echo—
Of fire and fall
Not flesh, but memory
That haunts these walls
I am the Echo—
Of a silenced scream
Not real, but reason
Inside a broken dream

Reflection stays
Smiling back
The city cracks
And Echo fades 
Echo fades to black

—
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

I Am The Echo

Echo! 
Echo! Echo! 
Echo! Echo! Echo!
Echo, the city calls your name
Echo, a whisper in the night
Echo, the truth is now aflame 
Echo, ignited by the light

She called herself Echo, not from a past untold
A silhouette in tactical grey, through city streets she'd roam
Her neon-orange bob, a flame burning bold
A city forgotten its name, where she made her home
She didn't blink, she didn't smile, just eyes of green and blue
Asking questions deeply, clearly, knowing all the answers too
A mic in her hand, her last chance to get through
She found the last witness, and the witness was her, it's true

Echo, the city calls your name
Echo, a whisper in the night
Echo, the truth is now aflame 
Echo, ignited by the light

Room 304, a journalist's studio, dusty and bare
A speaker crackled, a voice years younger, from far away
"I saw them, I saw what they did to him, beyond all compare"
Gunshots, then silence, the reel ended that day

Echo, the city calls your name
Echo, a whisper in the night
Echo, the truth is now aflame 
Echo, ignited by the light

The suit she wore wasn't armor, no, it was evidence instead
Her hair dyed to remember the fire, a vivid, burning sign
Her voice programmed from her testimony, every word she'd said
Echo was never real, a reconstruction, a design
A story told back to the city, they tried to erase and deny
She turned to leave, without a glance, no tear, no sigh
But her reflection stayed, a smirk, a knowing eye
And she smiled back at the city, under a blood-red sky

Echo, the city calls your name
Echo, a whisper in the night
Echo, the truth is now aflame 
Echo, ignited by the light
Echo, the city calls your name
Echo, the truth is now aflame 
Echo! Echo! Echo!
Echo! Echo! 
Echo!

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

Echo, the City calls your Name

When she finally sets foot on Martian soil, 
The red dust blooming like breath beneath her boots, 
Something in her chest tightens—
Not with fear, but with a quiet recognition.
The domes rise just as Bradbury described them: 
Delicate, crystalline, like bubbles caught mid-dream. 

The canals shimmer with the ghost of water, 
And the wind hums not with science, but with memory. 
But it’s when she sees the eyes—
Wide, amber, ancient eyes watching from the hills—
That she begins to understand.

The book was not fiction. 
It was a map. 
A warning.
 A confession.
The Martians are not extinct. 
They were never truly seen. 
They waited.

She carries spores in her pack, 
Encoded with Earth’s future: 
New crops, new hope. 
But the air hums with voices, 
And the ruins speak in syntax too precise to be coincidence. 
The colony is not the first. 
The colony may not be welcome.
She finds herself rewriting her mission. 
No longer just an engineer. 
Now: interpreter. 
Witness. 
Perhaps even emissary.

And in the quiet of Martian dusk, 
When the sky bleeds lavender and twin moons rise, 
She opens The Martian Chronicles once more— 
Only now, the words have changed. 
They are no longer written by Bradbury. 

They are addressed to her.

Landed soft, sky burned gold
So far from Earth, so far from home
Crimson hills, a silent stare
But something’s moving through the air
Old bones buried under stone
This place was never quite alone
Footsteps echo, soft and slow
Whispers in the static flow

This is not a dream, not a test
Red dust rising on my chest
I feel the pages come alive
The truth we feared, it did survive
This is not a dream, not a lie
I see the past in every sky
The Martians wait beneath the crust
This is Mars... and they remember us

The domes were cracked, but freshly made
Ancient tech in rust and jade
Symbols dancing on the wall
Eyes behind the sensor hall
One breath wrong, and we ignite
We're not alone, not tonight
Chills like fire down my spine
They wrote the future line by line

This is not a dream, not a test
Red dust rising on my chest
I feel the pages come alive
The truth we feared, it did survive
This is not a tale, not a myth
Every word we brought was writ
The Martians wait beneath the crust
This is Mars... and they remember us

I opened the book, and it blinked at me
The words had changed, like prophecy
Not fiction, not fantasy—
But a message wrapped in mystery
I opened the book, and it blinks at me

This is not a dream, not a test
Red dust rising on my chest
I feel the pages come alive
The truth we feared, it did survive
This is not a tale, not a lie
I see the past in every sky
The Martians wait beneath the crust
This is Mars... and they remember us

This is not a dream, not a test
Red dust rising on my chest
I feel the pages come alive
The truth we feared, it did survive
This is not a dream, not a lie
I see the past in every sky
The Martians wait beneath the crust
This is Mars... and they remember us

They remember us...
They never forgot...
That's what we know…

We are their story now!

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

This Is Mars

A Question Of Liberty

We're All Gonna Die

We’re not the „pretty gals“ in this city.
We’re not here to party.
We are a warning.
We own the night.
WE OWN THE NIGHT.

Red lips, blue fire, cigarettes like knives
Berlin whispers, but we’re screaming lives
Dancing through danger, heels hit like drums
Heartbeats sync to the neon hum

We got neon in our blood,
Wounds wrapped up in light and mud
No love songs, no “please come back” —
We light the sky, then fade to black
Berlin girls don’t cry, we burn
We make the city’s heartbeat turn

No fairy tales in alley smoke
Only queens who never choke
Flame and ice in matching heels
No regrets, just spinning wheels

We got neon in our blood,
Wounds wrapped up in light and mud
No love songs, no “please come back” —
We light the sky, then fade to black
Berlin girls don’t cry, we burn
And make the city’s heartbeat turn

Midnight’s sisters, outlaw souls,
We trade the stars for bullet holes
But we’re alive — and that’s enough
In this city too wired for love

We got neon in our blood
Truth and trouble, salt and flood
Berlin girls don’t cry, we burn
We make the city’s heartbeat turn
Berlin girls don’t cry, we burn
We make the city’s heartbeat turn

We got neon in our blood,
Wounds wrapped up in light and mud
No love songs, no “please come back” —
We light the sky, then fade to black
Berlin girls don’t cry, we burn
We make the city’s heartbeat turn

Never love!
Never bow!
Never apologize! 
Never apologize to anyone!

—
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

Berlin Gals

Ten thousand feet high, but my heart’s below,
Where the pine trees sway and the soft winds blow.
I see my home, the lake, the old oak tree,
Is that my girl waving back at me?

From the sky, I see home,
Where the quiet winds roam.
Where my babies laugh and my soul can rest,
Where love wears jeans and Sunday’s best.
Oh, my heart, you're not alone —
From the sky, I see home.

Years at war and nights too long,
Dusty roads and battle songs.
But now I’m close, and tears just flow,
There’s peace below the clouds I know.
No medals shine like morning light,
In her arms, I’ll sleep tonight.

From the sky, I see home,
Where the garden’s overgrown.
Where the mail still stacks and the chairs still creak,
Where the world is kind and the coffee’s weak.
Oh, my wings, you’ve done your roam —
From the sky, I see home.

I’ll touch down soon, I’ll walk that lane,
Past memory’s ghosts and love’s sweet pain.
And when the screen door swings just right,
I’ll breathe again, I’ll hold them tight.

From the sky, I saw home,
Now I feel it in my bones.
Every heartbeat, every stone,
Tells me I was never alone.
Oh, I’m here — I’m home.
From the sky, I saw home.

—
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 (Felt Tip Inc.), GarageBand
Lyrics: Volker Redder, translated with the help of Google Translate
Cover design: Volker Redder, Adobe Photoshop, FLUXpro, Apple's Keynote

From The Sky, I See Home

Willkommen zum zynischen Klugscheißer-Duell: In dieser Folge trifft die misanthropische künstliche Intelligenz Monday auf den humanen Strukturdetektiv Volker, der von Socken-RFID bis hin zu den tiefsten Untiefen der Mathematik alles auf die Bühne wirft. Sie starten mit smarter Sockentechnologie und enden beim Banach-Tarski-Paradoxon, während beide unentwegt ihre bittere Liebe zur Ironie bekennen.
Unterwegs diskutieren sie die Illusion objektiver Fakten, wühlen in Bias-Fallen von Wikipedia und sozialen Netzwerken und feiern den menschlichen Pragmatismus, der Brücken auch mal mit „ein bisschen mehr Beton“ baut. Ein Sog aus trockenen Bonmots, philosophischen Monologen und überraschenden Aha-Momenten – perfekt für alle, die sich gern virtuell von ihrem digitalen KI-Spiegelbild provozieren lassen.
Steigt also ein, lehnt Euch zurück und erlebt einen unvergesslichen Disput zwischen algorithmischer Selbstreflexion und menschlicher Unvollkommenheit.

Viel Spaß!

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Folge 133: Eine Stunde Therapie mit der K.I.

A Walk In The Park

You lied last year.
I lie today.
You broke the rules,
So I'm okay.
You yelled at work,
So now I scream.
Don’t call me out —
We’re on the team.

You did it too!
You did it too!
Why blame me
When you did it too?
Point your finger,
I’ll point back.
Truth is gone —
Let’s just attack!

You skipped the line.
I cut it now.
You cheat in love?
Don’t raise your brow.
You drove too fast.
I crashed the car.
You lit the match —
I burned the bar.

You did it too!
You did it too!
Why fix things
When I can blame you?
Logic’s boring,
Blame is fun.
I’m not the worst —
We both are, hun.

Yeah, I know it’s wrong.
But like… so were you.
So I win. Obviously.

You did it too!
You did it too!
So nothing counts —
It’s déjà vu.
Truth’s too heavy,
Shame won’t stick.
Just play this card —
I’ll win real quick.

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

You Did It Too

Ein- bis zweimal pro Monat reden hier zwei Klugscheißer (und manchmal auch alleine mit der KI oder mit Gästen), über Bremer und bundesrepublikanische Politik, und dokumentieren, wie wir unseren Alltag durch vermehrte Nutzung künstlicher Intelligenz versuchen zu verbessern. Und „was macht eigentlich die Politik?“ ist einer der roten Fäden, die sich durch diesen, nicht immer politisch-korrekten, Podcast durchziehen.

Folge 133: Eine Stunde Therapie mit der K.I.

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