Midnight Collapse

"Break Me First" is a soul-stirring, high-energy R&B ballad that blends moody electric guitar, deep 808 bass, and atmospheric synths to create a haunting yet powerful sonic landscape, this song captures the pain of impending heartbreak and the frustration of being left in limbo.

Musical Elements:
Moody electric guitar and deep 808 bass create a brooding, cinematic atmosphere.
Syncopated drum grooves and pulsing synth textures add an edgy, modern R&B feel.
Dramatic brass swells and gospel-style harmonies intensify the emotion, making the chorus hit even harder.
A stripped-down bridge featuring only piano and vocals strips the song down to its emotional core before exploding into the final chorus.
Lyrical Theme:
The song captures the agony of waiting for a breakup that feels inevitable. The narrator pleads for their partner to stop dragging out the pain and just let them go:

"If you’re gonna leave me, just go ahead and say it / But don’t stand here acting like you’ll never break it."

The chorus is explosive and gut-wrenching, demanding clarity and closure:
"BREAK ME FIRST! / Don’t hold my heart like it don’t hurt!"

The bridge strips away the production, allowing the raw pain to shine through:
"Don’t say you’re sorry when you’re already gone / Don’t leave me waiting on a love that won’t hold on."

It all leads to a climactic, emotional finale, where the song reaches peak intensity before fading into an echoing, haunting outro.

Overall Feel:
"Break Me First" is a passionate, cinematic R&B anthem packed with soulful power and emotional weight. With its moody production, powerhouse vocals, and heartbreaking honesty, this song hits deep and leaves a lasting impact—perfect for those late-night moments of reflection.

Break Me First

This chant-rap embodies a spiritual journey through fire and transformation, blending elements of shamanic wisdom, personal redemption, and ancestral echoes. The song follows a protagonist facing their past, navigating trials of the soul, and embracing the flames of change. Through rhythmic verses and primal chants, it captures the essence of breaking free from pain, reclaiming inner strength, and rising beyond fear.

The chorus acts as a mantra, reinforcing the relentless pursuit of transcendence, while the chants channel ancient energy, grounding the song in ritualistic power. The fire, a recurring theme, represents destruction and rebirth, a shaman’s test, and the cleansing of the past.

By the final verse, the protagonist has shed their burdens, embraced their purpose, and emerged stronger, no longer bound by old chains. The closing chant seals the transformation, leaving the listener with a sense of empowerment, resilience, and spiritual ascension.

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Spirits Test [Track #2]

Time Machine


You said it once but I didn't hear
Your voice flew by it just disappeared

I got my tunes and I’m in the zone
Your words just bounce off I'm on my own

No you don’t need to shout again
I was ignoring you way back when
No you don’t have to repeat yourself
I was lost in my own world

You think it matters what you say
But your words are just noise, fading away

La la la I can't hear you
La la la I’m not near you

No you don’t need to shout again
I was ignoring you way back when
No you don’t have to repeat yourself
I was lost in my own world

I got my tunes and I’m in the zone
Your words just bounce off I'm on my own

No you don’t need to shout again
I was ignoring you way back when
No you don’t have to repeat yourself
I was lost in my own world

You think it matters what you say
But your words are just noise, fading away

La la la I can't hear you
La la la I’m not near you

No you don’t need to shout again
I was ignoring you way back when
No you don’t have to repeat yourself
I was lost in my own world

I got my tunes and I’m in the zone
Your words just bounce off I'm on my own

Ignored (Dance Version)

🎤 Original song by Saleea Saleen.
🎙️ Cover song by Climax.
👉 Cover Track: https://soundcloud.com/rawtrex/this-could-be-us-climax-cover
🌎 Rawtrex: http://rawtrex.com/

Rawtrex

This Could Be Us

Gud som haver barnen kär,
se till mig som liten är.
Vart jag mig i världen vänder,
står min lycka i Guds händer.
Lyckan kommer, lyckan går,
du förbliver, Fader vår.

She’s curled like spring in the crook of my side,
hair in her mouth, little sighs as she hides.
Dreaming, maybe, of dogs or moons,
I don’t move. Just breathe and let the room bloom.
Kettle hums in the other space,
like grief knows how to set the pace.
I blink once. The light is low,
blanket tucked like falling snow.
She stirs—smile blooming slow—
eyes half open, voice below:

“Is it morning?”

“Nearly,” I say.
She snuggles in.
And I let it stay.

A kettle’s to care,
not just to boil.
It sings for the living
and hums for the soil.
It’s grief in the quiet,
love on repeat—
something to rise to,
something to heat.

Breakfast smells like cinnamon bread,
she insists on butter to the edge instead.
Orange juice spill, we laugh, we fix—
she makes up songs with perfect mix.
Mittens by the door, boots too big,
she hops like frost is some kind of gig.
Outside the air is sharp and kind,
sky like slate with a silver line.
We race past trees that lost their coats,
she names each bird with made-up notes.
And in her voice, I hear a ghost—
not haunting—
but memory’s toast.

I carry her in the way I pause—
before I speak,
before I pour.
In each small moment,
grief is care.

A kettle’s to care,
when no one can see.
It hums before light,
for the you that is me.
It’s hands in her hair,
it’s tea in a cup—
a song without chorus,
that still shows up.

We find a café with a fogged-up pane,
she draws hearts and clouds and writes my name.
Hot cocoa, crumbs, she counts the chairs,
asks if birds still live in pairs.
I nod, and wonder what I used to ask,
before the years wore off the mask.
Later we swim in the local pool,
she splashes like joy broke all the rules.
And when her eyes catch mine mid-play,
I see both of them,
clear as day.
She swims like stars know where she’s been,
and I breathe slow,
just take it in.

"Look and me, I'll dive like a seal"

She dives in her glasses tinted teal.

A kettle’s to care,
when words don’t land.
It hums your name
when there’s no hand.
It sings through sleep,
through snow and spark—
a morning song
in a room gone dark.

She falls asleep with a hoppy tucked tight,
book still open, lamp too bright.
I turn the page, though she won’t see—
just one more for the kid in me.
Room goes hush, the heater ticks,
I clean the cups, wipe orange stick.
And in the quiet, I pour one more—
not for me,
but the life before.
I sip, I sit, the clock don’t mind,
and neither do I.
Time’s not kind—
but it’s not cruel.
It just keeps.
Like Boe,
like dreams,
like sleep.

Every whistle
has a place it returns to.
Even if
it sings alone.

Alla barn som lider nöd,
hem, där far, där mor är död,
seglare på stormigt vatten,
vandrare i mörka natten,
käre gode Fader vår,
trösta den som sorgsen går.

A Kettle’s to Care

This song and others you will find on the "Too Hip For The Room Playlist' are songs I loved but others felt were too outside the mainstream to move to the release stage. Well I saw The Boss was releasing old tracks so why not me. Each song in this collection is loved by the songwriter but so often that is not enough/ Be Well /Do well /Stay safe and know I love you all...EdAll rights reserved by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder(Lyric sheet available on request- Thanks to all the studio players)

The Weight of Two by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Rain is without wet the fern plume ; White the sea gravel fierce the waves' spume ; There is no lamp like reason man's life to illume.

Pigeons on the co-op sign, fog on the hill
Past the schoolyard fence, it’s quiet but it’s still
I’ve carried the weight of these bricks in my chest
Learned to laugh with a limp and still call it my best

The bus stop graffiti knew more than we did
First kiss in the alley, first punch as a kid
But the roads here remember, they echo your name
And I’ve never loved softer than I loved in the rain

From Risca with love — and a battered old soul
A heart full of cwtsh and a half-paid goal
I give you my postcode, my mud and my truth
My valleys-worn vowels, my last bit of youth

From Risca with love — and the girl down the lane
Who taught me that laughter can balance the pain
I don’t need a palace or stars up above
I need boots on this road — from Risca, with love

Mam at the window with tea on the boil
My nan’s old records still scented with soil
Pete’s at the pub, his knees in a brace
Home is a feeling, not a place.

We scraped joy out of pennies, out of cold chip bags
Wrote poems in chalk and stitched hearts to rags
The park swings still creak with some kind of grace
And I still hear you laugh when I pass that place

I don’t need a map or a star up above
I’ve got you, and this town — from Risca, with love

Said, “You carry this place like a song in your sleeve”
I said, “It taught me to stay when most others leave”
You smiled like the hills that bend with the sky
And said, “Even your silence feels like goodbye.”

From Risca with love — where the bins talk back
Where hearts break slow on the railway track
I’ve got grit in my grin, and a hell of a shove
But I swear on my past — this is how I love

From Risca with love — and the nights that held me
When nothing but fog and bad telly could tell me
That one day I’d mean it, with no stars above:
You were always my home —
From Risca, with love

Rain and still rain, dank these tresses of mine ! The feeble complain of the cliff's steep incline ; Wan is the main ; sharp the breath of the brine.

Rain falls in a sheet ; the Ocean is drenched ; By the whistling sleet the reed-tops are wrenched ; Feat after feat ; but Genius lies quenche

From Risca with love

Осень, ты умеешь любить

We stopped for lunch near a mossy wall  
You wandered off where lambs could call  
Laid a daisy crown on one so small  
You whispered secrets like they knew it all  

“This one’s Peli, and he’s shy like Mum  
He doesn’t like thunder, but he loves bum-bum-bum!”

I tapped the rhythm on my silver flask  
You laughed and gave me a riddle-task  

“If sheep had birthdays, would Mum be two?  
Could I wrap her up in sky and glue?”

Cig oen bach, in the soft green grace  
She says this field has heaven’s face  
Where angels nap and lambs don’t fear  
I think your Mum still lives right here  

You asked if the lamb could see the sky  
Then laid on moss, just closed one eye  
  
“She’s here when the clouds go by real slow  
She paints the blue from down below.”

You asked if the lamb could see the sky  
Then laid on moss, just closed one eye  
  
“She’s here when the clouds go by real slow  
She paints the blue from down below.”

“Dad, this stone feels like a bed for stars.”

“Maybe it is, cariad. That’s why it’s ours.”

“I’ll dream a lamb dream. You dream too.”

“I always do, when I’m here with you.”

Cig oen bach, by the old stone frame  
Every breeze here whispers your name  
If you lay still and listen deep —  
You’ll hear her voice  
where the lambs fall asleep.

Cig Oen Bach

We believe in the power of music to reach out to others, offering solace and a sense of belonging. Our lyrics explore the complexities of life, family, philosophy, spirituality, and the myriad emotions that define our journey. Through this music, we aim to shed light on the strategies of coping, the importance of resilience, and the unwavering belief in a brighter tomorrow.

Cig Oen Bach

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