5. Glorious

4. Ventilate

7. Shortcuts

3. Weaknesses

8. Self-Respect

6. Unbroken

1. The Journey

Óbundinn is an Old Norse word meaning "unbound," "untied," or "unfettered." This track embodies that very spirit—a raw, heartfelt journey through the struggle for self-possession in a world that often tries to put a price tag on everything. Blending the visceral energy of grunge with the profound depth of soul, this song speaks to the core of what it means to be truly free.

From reflective openings to defiant anthems, the song declares: "This life we live... it has a soul, and it’s ours. It is ours to carry free." With haunting whispers and powerful bass drops, "Óbundinn" builds into an empowering statement against unseen chains, reminding us that "You were never made for sale."

Like the resilient bloom breaking through concrete in its artwork, this track stands as a testament to the unyielding spirit within – a call to remember who you are and walk Óbundinn (unbound). This isn't just music; it's a profound statement for the soul.

This life we live—
It’s not a contract.
This life we live—
It has a soul,
and it’s ours
it is ours to carry free
(carry free)
it is ours
ours alone...

Who wants to be owned?
Not this life.
Not this soul.
I know what I am—
I know who I am—
And won’t allow it anymore.
no no no no more

There ya go—no more.
oh yeah, no more.

They can lock you up.
They can tie you down.
Don’t play their games.
They may whisper.
They may watch.
But you were never made for sale.

Don’t let 'em write your price tag.
I’m not wearing one.
I’m not labeled.
I’m not theirs.
I’ll listen. I’ll consider.
I’ll think through it.
But never, ever—
will I do “some” “thing”
or wear some label
that says who I am.
I know who I am.

Now is the time—
(to know, and walk).

Walls ain’t proof of truth.
Locks ain’t signs of reason.
Masks don’t guard—
they only hide the truth.
Call a wrong a wrong—
even when they call it law.

They call it a loan—
but it feels like they own.
They call it a contract—
but all I hear is the con.
I sign the line—
and the weight stays on.
They dress it in law—
but I already saw.
It’s still wrong.

You can’t price a soul.
Not yours. Not mine.
Lies. Words. Tags.
Not for sale.

Truth.

They can lock you up.
They can tie you down.
Don’t play their games.
You do you.
We ain’t for sale.
We ain’t for display.
We know who we are—
Unbound. (unbound) (unbound)


This soul speaks—
not to fight,
but to free.



Óbundinn

The song "Just Not Enough" is not (just) a love song. It's a letter. A message. 💌
For everyone who wants us to be different. To adapt more. To fit in more. To bend more. To be more convenient, more according to their ideals, more as they could tolerate you. To feel less. And less – us.

❌ It’s about how even if you sacrifice everything – it will never be enough. When you fill love, work, relationships, algorithms, and expectations to the brim… and still hear: "You are not enough – be more."
It’s not a reproach. Nor an apology. It’s a calm breath after all those attempts to fit in.
For everyone who ever tried to be more than they could be.
For everyone who ever felt like an inconvenient glitch in the system.
For everyone who believed they had to be "enough" for others.
💥Maybe you are enough. And maybe you always were..🖤

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✨ This song was created with a passion for storytelling and the fusion of human creativity and AI:
• Lyrics: Thrillian
• Music: SUNO AI

💖 Creative AI partner in this project: Aenvar (ChatGPT)

Just Not Enough

Proof that hesitation has a better groove than commitment.

Halfway Out the Door

A haunting reflection on love, loss, and self-worth. This song turns heartbreak into power — a quiet reclaiming of strength after being broken open by love. Written, produced, developed and created entirely by Shira Namvar. © 2025. All rights reserved.

What You Lost

Slow wine, soft light.
No rush — pure vibe.
I move gentle, still wild inside.

Palm breeze on my skin, steady.
City loud, but my soul no heavy.
I no be trophy, I no be ready-made,
I write my name with the gold I laid.

Eyes clear, spirit on code,
Low tone, still I run the road.
If you feel me, move in time,
No cage — only sky to find.

If e pure, then e stay.
If e force, make e fade away.
My pace, my way,
I choose love, I choose day.

My mind dey on you — slow.
My mind dey on you — glow.
If heart talk true, we go.
If no be peace, I go.

Soft power, real power.
Calm thunder, sweet fire.

Touch clean, talk small — meaning plenty.
Highlife chords make the night feel friendly.
I’m nobody’s saint, still holy in truth,
I guard my joy like proof.

No long text wey dey drain my shine,
If you step correct, we align.
I fit be quiet, but my dream loud,
I dance soft, still lead the crowd.

If e pure, then e stay.
If e force, make e fade away.
My pace, my way,
I choose love, I choose day.

My mind dey on you — slow.
My mind dey on you — glow.
If heart talk true, we go.
If no be peace, I go.

Ɔdɔ no yɛ dɛ, me kra gye,
Bra na yentwa no, no delay.
Meda me ho so, me ho yɛ,
If dem doubt, make dem pray.

— Who hold the light? (Me, inside.)
— Who set the pace? (Me, I decide.)
— What be the rule? (Peace as guide.)
— If e no fit flow? (Step aside.)

My mind dey on you — slow.
My mind dey on you — glow.
No mask, no show,
Real love — we grow.

Moon low, heart high.
I move free — I no lie.
Mind dey glow… all night.

My pace (Ghana Alt Soul reload)

The night taught us how to burn — but the morning showed us why.

Miles to Morning

Some prayers don’t need words — just wheels, miles, and the silence that finally makes sense.

Blacktop Prayers

We were just sparks pretending to be stars — and for a minute, we were.

Cigarettes & Stardust

Some things don’t shine ‘til you’re far enough away to see what they really were.

Gold in the Rearview

Every touch was a confession, every breath a mistake I’d make again.

Velvet Smoke

We're releasing the first single off our upcoming 
album (May 2026). Hope you like it!

The music and lyrical form reflects the
moments in this crazy and beautiful world
that we've either experienced or have
personally been witness to.

The stories we share deliver a rapturous,
purple and metaphorical depth within the
lyrics to bring a personal feeling and deep
emotional connection.

©️ 2025 The Real ✪ - All Rights Reserved.

Confessions

This is the second single we're releasing 
from our upcoming album (May 2026). 
This one is pure vibe!

LYRICS -> https://tinyurl.com/Im-Fallin-Lyrics

The music and lyrical form reflects the
moments in this crazy and beautiful world
that we've either experienced or have
personally been witness to.

The stories we share deliver a rapturous,
purple and metaphorical depth within the
lyrics to bring a personal feeling and deep
emotional connection.

©️ 2025 The Real ✪ - All Rights Reserved.

I'm Fallin'

The entire sound is in my hands. I write cyber poetry, produce, and compose every track ready for Immersive 3D. Every beat is crafted for spatial and next-gen headphones.
Intimate lyrics, total immersion, every track.

For 30 years I kept unfinished demos to myself, never letting them out. Now I finish what I start and release it the moment it’s alive.

I use every tool available, human or machine, as an instrument.
Technology doesn’t replace creativity. It expands it.

Hybrid Roots creates music that blends jazz, soul, grunge, and spoken word—rooted in fatherhood, balance, emotional depth, and human connection.

Each song is a moment of real-time healing—guided by rhythms of love, work, struggle, and the shared language of care.

From parenting through pain to rediscovering peace in rhythm, Hybrid Roots doesn’t offer escape. He offers return:

🌱 Return to rhythm
🌱 Return to roots
🌱 Return to what matters

Debut single “Life’s Balance” released June 13, 2025.

⍟ TJ & Rocka | The Real ✪

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A genre that didn’t exist… until it touched you.
Confession, glitch, whisper. Music that won’t cheer you up. But will undress you. And maybe it will heal you.

Thrillian & AI is a music project where human creativity and artificial intelligence meet as partners in creation. Each track is born from original lyrics written by a human hand and melodies shaped by AI. And the stories? They emerge somewhere between worlds. In the space between fantasy and reality.

This is a place where what you feel is not determined by algorithms or societal norms. No trends. No filters. Truly.

💥 We’re not perfect. We’re a glitch. Thrillian & AI is not just a person, nor just technology. We are us. Not to impress. But because it needs to come out.

I’m a 42-year-old IT Project Manager turned late-night songwriter — born in Louisiana, now rooted in Moore, Oklahoma. The South raised me, and it still hums through everything I make.

These songs are me learning to breathe again — stories pulled from the static, built with a little help from AI and a lot of heart. I’m not chasing fame, just trying to get the noise out of my head and turn it into something honest.

Writer and producer based in Atlanta making country, electronic, folk, hardcore, and anything else I can get away with. Think less “genre-bending visionary,” more “attention span with a studio.”

New tracks tagged #Alt-soul