"Broken Glass Heart" is a deeply emotional song about moving through the pain of lost love and personal transformation. The lyrics follow the journey of someone reflecting on a broken relationship, struggling with sorrow, memories, and the longing for closure. The verses evoke images of empty spaces, faded photographs, and walking familiar streets alone, all symbolizing the aftermath of heartbreak and the loneliness it brings.
As the song unfolds, it explores attempts to mend a "broken glass heart," the difficulty of letting go, and the inner battle to rebuild life and self-worth after loss. The chorus expresses the weight of sorrow and the search for a way to let go of secrets and hidden pain. Each verse adds layers of emotional struggle, haunted by memories, yet pushing toward recovery and self-acceptance.
Broken Glass Heart is a poetic and emotionally resonant ballad that explores the aftermath of a deep and painful breakup. Through vivid imagery and lyrical introspection, the song captures the journey from heartbreak to healing. Each verse unfolds like a cinematic snapshot, lonely streets, faded photographs, and ghost-like memories painting the emotional landscape of someone grappling with loss and identity.
Audience: Listeners who appreciate lyrical depth, emotional storytelling, and reflective songwriting


Broken Glass Heart

It’s quiet now.
Too quiet.
And yet, in the stillness, I still hear you. Your laughter, your stories, they rise up from somewhere inside me, like echoes that will never fade. They’re not just memories. They are part of me, stitched into who I am.
I don’t need to ask why you left. I knew, even before the end came, as someone close to me had often reminded me. We had lived the story together, and I could see its closing lines long before I was ready to read them.
You were the shape of my world. And when you went, a lot of things seemed to collapse, as if some dreams had no foundation without you holding them steady. For a long time, I thought your leaving had taken them all away.
But now I see: what you gave me was never gone. The stories you told, the way you taught me to look at the world, the warmth you carried into every room, all of it lives on. In me. Through me.
I thought I was grieving you. But what I’m really mourning is the part of me that still reaches for you, expecting you to answer; longing, even now, to hear your laughter break the silence.
And maybe that’s the truth: you didn’t vanish. You became the silence that carries your voice. You became the life inside my life.

Lyrics:
No need to tell me, 
What's going on your mind. 
I know the story, 
We wrote it long ago. 

I hear your laughter, 
And it fills my room. 
I hear your stories, 
They're part of my life.

Where did you go?
And left all things like this.
Why did you go?
And killed all my dreams.

No need to tell me,
The secrets on your mind.
I know the story,
We dreamed it long ago.

I hear your laughter,
It echoes in my heart.
I feel your stories,
They live inside my life.

Where did you go?
And left all things like this.
Why did you go?
And killed all my dreams.


Your story

RADAR (feat. Max)

A 155 BPM statement of strength and self-belief.
“UNBROKEN” tells the story of falling, rising, and refusing to shatter, a voice for anyone who’s been counted out and came back stronger.
Every line is defiance turned into rhythm: I was gonna crash but didn’t… I’m not broken, I’m still standing.

🎧 For the ones who rose up.

Unbroken

THIS IS AN OPEN SOURCE SONG WITH OPEN RIGHTS TO COVER!
what did we do....what did we do...
We bled for the ballot, marched through the rain.
Built a dream from the ashes — now it circles the drain.
Trump walks like a savior, gold crown on his head,
But the god they invented just worships the dead.
He smiles for the cameras, sells fear by the pound,
While truth gets buried six feet underground.
And the weak-minded kneel, thinking power is grace,
While justice gets lost in a ballroom’s embrace.
They cheer for the man, not the message he twists,
And call it revival — with blood on their fists.
Fake god in a red tie, preaching greed to the choir.
All our stars and our stripes now just fuel for his fire.
He’s no king, just a mirror of the hate we let grow.
If Jesus don’t step in, it’s the end of the show.
They chant in his name like the cross never mattered.
While the bones of our heroes lie broken and scattered.
Republican sycophants drunk on the lie,
Selling out freedom while justice runs dry.
They trade truth for slogans, trade law for applause,
And call it salvation while breaking the laws.
This ain’t prophecy — it’s theft in disguise.
And the blood on the floor ain’t just ours, it’s the price.
He built a pulpit from fear and gold,
And sold the nation for power untold.
Fake god in a red tie, preaching greed to the choir.
All our stars and our stripes now just fuel for his fire.
He’s no king, just a mirror of the hate we let grow.
If Jesus don’t step in, it’s the end of the show.
[christmas feel  catchy symphoney riff long holaday solo]
We didn’t lose the country.
We gave it away.
And the red tie revival
Still preaches today.

THIS IS AN OPEN SOURCE SONG WITH OPEN RIGHTS TO COVER!

Red Tie Revival by The Indivisibles

Why Did We Trust Them
A story song about betrayal, blind votes, and the price of misplaced faith...
THIS IS AN OPEN SOURCE SONG WITH OPEN RIGHTS TO COVER!
We sent them to Washington with hope in our hands.
They turned their backs, sold out the plans.
Durbin, King, Rosen, Hassan —
We gave them the torch.
They dropped it in the dark.
Durbin smiled while the people bled,
Signed off quick, then turned his head.
King stood tall, but bent like straw,
Caved to pressure, ignored the law.
Rosen talked like she knew our pain,
Then voted to lock us out in the rain.
Hassan’s silence was loud and clear,
She vanished when truth drew near.
There are always traitors, always those who lie,
They dress up betrayal and call it “compromise.”
Sorry to the faithful who came before —
They knew what loyalty was for.
We will remember you —
Every name, every vote, every shame you let through.
We’ll do what we have to do,
Because rights aren’t yours to undo.
You chose the darkness, now live there forever.
We trusted you once —
We won’t again. Ever.
Cortez Masto wore justice proud,
But sold it off to please the crowd.
Fetterman, the fighter, lost his spark,
Now he’s just another suit in the dark.
Kaine once spoke like liberty’s son,
Now he’s just noise when the damage is done.
Shaheen, who we thought would stand,
Folded like paper in a trembling hand.
There are always traitors, always those who lie,
They dress up betrayal and call it “compromise.”
Sorry to the faithful who came before —
They knew what loyalty was for.
We will remember you —
Every name, every vote, every shame you let through.
We’ll do what we have to do,
Because rights aren’t yours to undo.
You chose the darkness, now live there forever.
We trusted you once —
We won’t again. Ever.
Bennet blinked when the moment came,
Let freedom burn to protect his name.
Tester rode in with a working man’s pride,
Then sold out the people he swore to guide.
They turned a blind eye to the bigger truth,
Traded our future for party-proof.
Ten names carved in a wall of shame,
Ten who forgot why they came.
Why did we trust them?
Why did we believe?
They left us in the dark —
And that’s where they’ll grieve.

THIS IS AN OPEN SOURCE SONG WITH OPEN RIGHTS TO COVER!

Why Did We Trust Them by The Indivisibles

Let’s go into the netherworld.
Where the room goes quiet when he speaks.
Small frame, nervous hands,
shaking truths like loose receipts.
Says, “I’ll go first,” every time
not greed, just fear he’ll disappear.
He fills the air so he won’t drown,
but all we hear is atmosphere.
And God, it’s easy to get angry,
to name it pride, or vanity
but under every push-to-shine
is someone begging, silently.

And I see the boy beneath the badge,
tiny armor, paper-thin
trying to earn a place at tables
that would seat him if he’d let us in.

But I won’t read the room for ghosts.
I won’t guess the shape of someone’s hurt.
We’re all projecting broken mirrors,
but his just cuts a little first.
This is my rite of passage
not to carry every life I meet.
If it’s not my storm to steady
then let the lightning leave me be.

I watch him claim ideas as his,
like prayers he can’t afford to lose.
Teachers nod, his classmates wince,
and I feel both, I really do.
It’s not malice, it’s survival
the child who feared he’d fade from view.
Some wounds grow up in uniforms,
but stay the same scared shade of blue.
And yes, it grates, the constant grasping,
the way he talks like holding court.
But every desperate performance
is just a softer child in war.

So I can name the harm he causes,
without pretending he’s the harm.
You can understand a person
and still keep your distance warm.

But I won’t read the room for ghosts.
I won’t guess the shape of someone’s hurt.
We’re all projecting broken mirrors,
but his just cuts a little first.
This is my rite of passage
not to carry every life I meet.
If it’s not my storm to steady
then let the lightning leave me be.

Netherworld, where every shadow
is just a child that lived too loud.
Where every flaw we point at others
is something we once feared in crowds.
But I’m not your savior, not your judge,
not your quiet hidden ache
I’ll meet you where the truth begins,
but not at the cost of my own shape.

No, I won’t read the room for ghosts.
I won’t shrink to make your storm make sense.
We’re all walking rites of passage,
scraping childhood from our skin.
If it’s not my weight to carry,
may it fall and not return.
This is how I keep my fire
from becoming someone else’s burn.

rite of passage

🎬 Song Insight — “Unfold” by 4Me2BeFree

“Unfold” is a quiet detonation disguised as an acoustic confession. The song traces the moment when numbness finally cracks, when the weight of trying to trust someone again becomes too heavy to carry in silence. It’s a story told from the inside out — a voice curled close to the mic, breath trembling, heart too bruised to hide.

The lyrics open with loneliness as a familiar room, then peel back the walls to expose deeper wounds: counterfeit emotions, war‑torn trust, and the endless cycle of rebuilding only to collapse again. Yet beneath the ache, a quiet defiance grows — the desire to be seen, to be held, to believe in love without bracing for impact.

“Unfold” isn’t a ballad about breaking. It’s about the terrifying, intimate act of opening up while the past still echoes. It’s a raw, human plea wrapped in soulful acoustic warmth — a moment of truth delivered with nothing to hide behind.

📝 Lyrics — “Unfold”
Verse 1
Just want a friend  
I don't want to be sitting alone again  
Not even looking for hope  
I suppose that's how it goes

Pre-Chorus
All I know—it's not my time  
Can't find the right guy  
Maybe it's me, holding tight  
But I'm tired, losing grip

Chorus
It's a lot of shit to unfold  
Years gone by but still don't know  
Trusting someone, letting them in  
Tear it down, lose it all, turn around  
Just to start this shit again

Verse 2
Trusting myself to feel  
Act out emotions, I know the deal  
Counterfeit vibes inside  
Survive the war, just come home broken  
And now I'm sitting alone again

Pre-Chorus 2 / Alt-Chorus
Shrapnel, war-torn  
Have too long to go  
Take me in, be the Reason I believe  
What it's like to be loved  
A world I've never worn before

Chorus
It's a lot of shit to unfold  
Years gone by but still don't know  
Trusting someone, letting them in  
Tear it down, lose it all, turn around  
Just to start this shit again

Bridge
Every promise breaks, I'm bleeding to breathe  
Past regrets a voice, echoing what I can't believe  
Another night, another fight, I can’t sleep  
Wishing for a reason, someone real to rescue me

Outro
Paint this skin blues and lavender, I'll let you in  
Collapse your mind, let's find a place and hide  
Give to me all the things I want to see  
Find a way, break me free, make this world breathe with envy

Breathe  
Breathe with envy, baby  
Can’t you see  
Give them envy

💬 Personal Reflection

There’s a kind of exhaustion that doesn’t show up in your body — it shows up in the places you stop believing in yourself. Unfold came from that place. I wrote it during a time when trusting anyone felt like walking barefoot through broken glass, and trusting myself felt even harder.

This song carries the weight of learning to open up again after years of being told I wasn’t worth showing up for. It’s messy, it’s vulnerable, and it’s honest. I needed to say these words out loud so I could finally stop holding my breath.

🔥 4Me2BeFree Signature

4Me2BeFree has always been about turning real emotion into sound you can feel in your chest. Unfold continues that mission — taking the raw edges of heartbreak, identity, queerness, and survival and shaping them into something cinematic and bold.

This track lives in that space where vulnerability becomes power. Where a quiet acoustic performance can hit harder than any wall of synths. Where being queer, being honest, and being unfiltered is the revolution.

4Me2BeFree doesn’t shy away from truth — we amplify it.

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Unfold

Ready 2B Found
(Words and Music by Taunton Melville)
Performed by No Comprise — 2025
________________________________________
There’s chatter in my mind
Telling me you’re kind
To find
I wasn’t fine 
With me or my design

There’s vision in my eyes
Showing me you’re wise
To see 
That I had lies
That tried to steal our prize

There’s feelings in my heart
Finding strength to start
Finally sensing
They will play a part

They’re glancing through the dark	
Dancing through the park
On their way to town
Ready to be found

There’s laughter in my voice
Reacting without choice
To words
That were noise
Unclear and missing joys

There’s racing in my veins
Displacing what remains
I feel
No more chains
Locking me in such pains

There’s answers in my soul
Filling such a hole
Finally sensing
That they are in control

They’re wading through the dark
Parading through the park
On their way to town
Ready to be found

There’s movement by my side
Improvement I can’t hide	

There’s holding of new hands
Unfolding of new plans

We’re waking up the night
and breaking up our fight

There’s reasons we are here
We’re leaving what we fear

####

Ready to be Found

A forgotten beer coaster from 1996.
A few scattered lines written after a long night in a rehearsal basement.
Decades later, the words return — quieter, clearer, finally honest.

What I Meant to Say is the conversation Barbonus never had,
rewritten from the distance of time,
where the boy he was and the man he became finally meet.

What I Meant to Say (Demo)

"If it didn’t matter, it wouldn’t hurt. Pain is the gift of knowing you’re alive."

4Me2BeFree is more than music—it’s my story, my scars, and my survival. Every song is a piece of me, a raw melody of love, heartbreak, and resilience. I blend AI-generated vocals and instruments with real emotions, turning my experiences—especially from an LGBTQ+ perspective—into something that speaks to anyone who's ever felt lost, broken, or just searching for something real.

Breakup songs? Yeah, they hit different. Music carries us through the worst of it, and every generation finds their own anthems of love, loss, and getting back up. Heartache doesn’t care about age, gender, or where you come from—music connects us all.

I make music because I’ve been there. The pain, the anger, the hope—it's all in these songs. If something here hits home for you, let it. If you feel something, let me know. That’s the connection that keeps this alive.

Hey there! 
I’m passionate about music and love writing songs that capture life's ups and downs, especially the beauty and heartbreak of love.

My songwriting philosophy? A song should be a landscape you wander through, full of light, shadows, hope, and raw vulnerability. Every line moves the story forward. I write to spark emotion and journey, not just stand still. This fuels me, and every track I create.

It might sound straightforward, but crafting a song can take days or even weeks. That time and care is what makes them so rewarding to listen to.

I’ve been experimenting with cool tech too, like training an AI music program in Danish to bring my old and new songs to life. It’s thrilling to play with tomorrow’s tools! I tweak them with plugins in my software, mixing-console, polishing the lyrics so there’s always something meaningful for you to connect with.

I know my music won’t click with everyone (music, taste is personal!), and that’s totally okay. If something doesn’t resonate, or even if it’s me, no hard feelings.

Love to hear your thoughts! 
Share constructive feedback on the songs (or anything else), and I’d genuinely appreciate it. 

Haw a nice music journey!
Hope these tracks touch you, enjoy the ride! 🎶

TSIM DJ'I❤️
Sandor

Barbonus is a German lyricist who treats songwriting as a form of literature. His tracks begin with words – fragments of prose, quiet observations, poetic disruptions – and build outward into minimalist soundscapes.

Instead of writing hits, Barbonus writes moments. His lyrics don’t chase hooks; they linger, reveal, suggest. Framed by gentle synths and indie-flavored textures, his work explores memory, digital disconnection, and the beauty of unfinished thoughts.

Beyond his solo work, Barbonus moves between several constellations:
• with Vela Sorell he forms the duo BC25, exploring fragile songs of memory and breath.
• with Klarstein.rocks he releases playful Country-inspired tracks and writes German lyrics in the ironic spirit of the NDW.
• in his archive work, he reconstructs cassette recordings from the 1990s, recovering fragments from a rehearsal basement.

With growing attention from international blogs describing his sound as “electronica with heart” and “a softer, more introspective space,” Barbonus positions himself less as a performer and more as a narrator. A voice at the edge of the frame, crafting scenes in words before sound enters the room.

For him, music is not the message – it’s the carrier wave.

what is real? 👁️

"Anamorphosis" out now

Music is one of my hobbies. I love auditory exploration, crossing and mixing genres, and sharing experiences, stories and, feelings via music.

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

ultraNash crafts bold, genre bending electronic music that fuses festival scale energy with emotional storytelling. From euphoric drum & bass drops to deep, melancholic trap, every track captures a moment you can feel on and off the dancefloor. Built for ravers, dreamers, and late night thinkers.

Upcoming danish rapper 💿
Collaborating a lot with Big Maddy 🎶

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