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🔻 Song Insight
Mirror Mirror is a raw, garage-rock confession layered with camp, swagger, and narcissistic bravado. Built on distorted riffs, stomping drums, and a snarling vocal delivery, the track captures the unapologetic confidence of someone who knows they’re both the fantasy and the danger. At its heart is the recurring hook — “Mirror mirror on the wall” — a chant-like anthem that twists fairy tale vanity into a queer club battle cry. Equal parts playful and defiant, the song challenges anyone listening to step into the mirror and face their own desires, illusions, and contradictions. It’s cocky, funny, and a little filthy — but it’s also a celebration of power, identity, and unapologetic truth.

🔻 Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah… it’s me.

[Verse 1]
Blue-ball fallin’, I’m crawlin’
Can’t shake you out, it’s appallin’
Take it slow, baby, you know
But this ride’s mine — let it blow

Crazy? Nah, I’m brave
You grin like “hell okay”
“Shhh don’t tell — I’m pretty gay”
Kiss me fast, I make you stay

[Chorus]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the one that ruins them all?
(It’s me — you know it’s me!)
Unanswered calls, my throne is tall
With a waiting list eight miles long
(Get in line — don’t take too long!)

[Verse 2]
Just the tip, then I’m gone
Pullin’ back, but you pull me on
You smirk, yeah, I supply
Big enough to testify

Hand out? I smack away
Mount up, baby, there’s dues to pay
Twenty-four-seven buffet
I serve it raw, I serve it my way

[Chorus]
Mirror mirror on the wall
Who’s the one that ruins them all?
(It’s me — you know it’s me!)
Unanswered calls, my throne is tall
With a waiting list eight miles long
(Get in line — don’t take too long!)

[Bridge]
Stompin’ out, it pays to play
Queer and loud, I make ‘em sway
Geek on fleek, still on key
Can’t nobody do it like me

[Outro]
Mirror mirror… mirror mirror…
(It’s me, oh yeah it’s me.)

🔻 Personal Reflection
This track came from me finally embracing the parts of myself that once felt “too much.” It’s raunchy, it’s cocky, and it’s not afraid to take up space — because that’s what survival and self-expression sometimes demand. For years I felt the need to shrink, to soften, to fit someone else’s comfort zone. Mirror Mirror flips that on its head. It’s not about hiding; it’s about laughing in the mirror, screaming the hook with pride, and knowing that my voice, my body, my story — they’re mine to own.

🔻 4Me2BeFree
4Me2BeFree is about bending raw emotion into cinematic storytelling — whether it’s heartbreak, nostalgia, or sheer, unapologetic attitude. With Mirror Mirror, we lean into the grit and humor of queer rock expression, taking the White Stripes’ garage punch and infusing it with modern queer bravado. Every track is a reflection, a mirror, and an invitation: come closer, confront yourself, and dance in the mess of it all.

🔻 Copyright Notice
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Mirror mirror

🧨I gave you my hours / You gave me your weight
Now I’m crawling through the wreckage / Of every yesterday
You said it was love, but it felt like a job
Clocked in every morning, just praying you'd stop
You drained me dry, like a desert in June
Now I’m burnt out, broke down, howlin’ at the moon
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You lit the fuse
I’m tired of the chase, tired of the show
Tired of pretending I’ve got somewhere to go
I’m drained, I’m done, I’m out of breath
You wore me down to nothing left
I’m exhausted—every nerve’s been frayed
Worn out like denim that’s been dragged through the rain
Spent all my spark on your cold little flame
Now I’m weary, and you don’t even know my name
I’m tired of the chase, tired of the show
Tired of pretending I’ve got somewhere to go
I’m drained, I’m done, I’m out of breath
You wore me down to nothing left
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You lit the fuse
You called it passion, I called it pain
You played your part, I took the blame
Burned out, bruised, and emotionally strained
Fatigued from the fight, but still stuck in the game
I’m tired of the chase, tired of the show
Tired of pretending I’ve got somewhere to go
I’m drained, I’m done, I’m out of breath
You wore me down to nothing left
[Breakbeat, distorted guitar, whispered vocal building to scream]
Spent. Worn out. Burned down. Drained.
Every word you said was a weight on my name
I gave you rhythm, you gave me rust
Now I’m screaming through the static—just give me back my trust
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You lit the fuse
Spent. Worn out. Burned down. Drained.
I’m not tired—I’m done.
[Breakbeat, distorted guitar, whispered vocal building to scream]
I’m not your martyr / I’m not your muse
I’m not your fix / I’m not your fuse
I’m not your shelter / I’m not your bruise
I’m just a woman / You.... lit....... the fuse.......


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All Right held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder..DM us to cover any tune ♨️🍪

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You didn’t ask / I didn’t speak
like we  were always just gonna meet
The air went still / the world fell quiet
And I knew the truth / without trying to write it…
We were just talking, nothing planned
Your hand brushed mine, not quite a stand
The light was low, the room was wide
But all I saw was what you tried
No lines rehearsed, no script to read
Just silence blooming like a seed
You leaned in close, I didn’t move
And something shifted in the groove
You said it all without saying
You touched the part I kept delaying
You found the note I couldn’t play
And held it there, then walked away
You said it all without saying
You turned the night into relaying
A thousand things I couldn’t name
But still I felt them just the same
I felt the warmth before the flame
The hush before you spoke my name
You didn’t speak, but I heard loud
The way you looked beneath the cloud
No need for words, no need for sound
Just breath and space and hearts unbound
You didn’t ask, I didn’t cry
But something real had passed us by
It wasn’t lips, it wasn’t skin
It was the fire that burns within
It was the pause, the held-back sigh
The way you didn’t even try
It was the echo in the air
The way you didn’t have to dare
It was the truth we didn’t speak
But still it made my knees go weak
You said it all without saying
You touched the part I kept delaying
You found the note I couldn’t play
And held it there, then walked away
You said it all without saying
You turned the night into relaying
A thousand things I couldn’t name
But still I felt them just the same
You said it all without saying
You turned the night into relaying
A thousand things I couldn’t name
But still I felt them just the same
You said it all… without saying…
You said it all…
You said it all… without...... saying….you said it ...all....

🌹Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.

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And Tina's new music video here:
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Without Saying by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

Here is the me, my old self worn
My dog beside me, tail half-torn
My horse still strong, though age has crept
We ride this morning, where silence slept
Full of longing, full of yesterdays
I rode along this way
Another morning, another day
The saddle creaks like an old refrain
The dust still rises, soft as rain
The sun comes slow, like it knows my name
The trail remembers, but not the fame
I hum a tune I used to know
The wind replies, then lets it go
And in the hush, I hear them pray
I hear them pray
My dog looks back, like he sees the past
The fields we ran, the love that lasts
My horse just walks, no need to race
He knows the rhythm of this place
I tip my hat to ghosts I knew
To barns that burned, to skies once blue
To hands I held, to words unsaid
To all the songs I never read
The fence is broken, the gate is wide
The land still breathes, though dreams have died
I see the tree I planted young
Still reaching up, still holding on
Its roots are deep, its leaves are thin
But it still stands, like I’ve stood in
The quiet moments, when hearts betray
I hear them pray
I hear them pray
Another morning, another day
I ride through time that slipped away
I carry love, I carry loss
I bear the weight, I bear the cost
Another morning, another day
I hear the words I didn’t say
I feel the tears I didn’t cry
I say goodbye, I say goodbye
I am the man who stayed too long
I am the verse that missed the song
I am the hand that held the flame
I am the one who took the blame
I am the ride that never ends
I am the ache that still pretends
I am the prayer beneath the clay
I hear them pray
I hear them pray
Here is the me, my old self torn
But still I rise with every morn
My dog still walks, though slow and sore
My horse still knows what we ride for
We don’t need crowds, we don’t need cheers
We’ve lived through decades, dust, and years
We’ve seen the best, we’ve felt the worst
We’ve held the land, we’ve known the thirst
I tip my hat to skies gone gray
To all the ones who lost their way
To all the songs that couldn’t stay
I hear them pray
I hear them pray
Another morning, another day
I ride through time that slipped away
I carry love, I carry loss
I bear the weight, I bear the cost
Another morning, another day
I hear the words I didn’t say
I feel the tears I didn’t cry
I say goodbye, I say goodbye
I hear them pray… I hear them pray…
Another morning… another day…
I hear them pray… I hear them pray…
And I ride away… I ride away…

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All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to Del and the Team
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I Hear Them Pray

Kept the pen warm while the spotlight faded.  
Built the hooks they danced to, never stated.  
Watched the charts climb with someone else's name.  
Now the silence breaks, I'm rewriting my game.  
Wrote for stars who never knew the fire.  
Gave away gold just to pay the wire.  
Held my tongue while the crowd got loud.  
Now the mic’s mine, see me rock the crowd.  
This ain’t borrowed.  
This ain’t fake.  
Feel the tremor  
when I shake.
I got a release for you.  
This is the beat that’s gonna break the scene.  
Raw rhythms, real talk, no sheen.  
I got a release for you.  
This track don’t stop, it climbs and soars.  
Built for the rebels who unlocked doors.  
I got a release for you.  
Kept it quiet while the world kept spinning.  
Played the long game, now I’m winning.  
Every lyric etched in nights and fire.  
Every beat’s a step climbing higher.
Ghost in the booth, now I’m front and center.  
Wrote their verses, now I’m the inventor.  
No more silence, hear me rise.  
This is an anthem in disguise.
I got a release for you.  
This is the anthem they can’t deny.  
Built from the truth they tried to buy.  
I got a release for you.  
Feel the beat drop, breaking the mold.  
This is my story, finally told.  
I got a release for you. I got a release for you. I got a release for you.  
Beats so straight, they're taking flight,  
Cause this is music born from night.  
I was quiet while they played their game,  
Now hear my anthem light the flame.
I got a release for you. I got a release for you. I got a release for you.  

I Got a Release for You written by Edwin H. Balder

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A wild anthem by Scarlet Vane blending punk energy and pop-rock drama. “Passport to Nowhere” celebrates chaos, freedom, and the thrill of losing control. Explosive guitars, cinematic bass, glitch textures, and a fierce female vocal make this track a stylish rebellion in motion.

Passport to Nowhere - Scarlet Vane

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🎸 "JARANAN" — Dari Permainan Tradisional ke Panggung Pop Rock by SEALAGU 🐎🔥

Dari halaman permainan anak Jawa hingga ke panggung musik modern — “Jaranan” ciptaan Ki Hadi Sukatno, tokoh karawitan legendaris, kini hadir dalam aransemen Pop Rock berjiwa muda oleh SEALAGU.

Liriknya sederhana, “Jaranan, jaranan, jarane jaran teji...”, namun maknanya dalam — mengajarkan kebersamaan, toleransi, dan rasa hormat kepada yang lebih tua.
SEALAGU menghidupkannya kembali dengan energi baru: ritme gitar yang dinamis, vokal yang ekspresif, dan semangat kebudayaan yang tetap berakar.

Inilah cara baru menikmati warisan budaya: tidak hanya dilestarikan, tapi dihidupkan kembali dengan keberanian dan kreativitas.
🎶 Dengarkan “Jaranan” versi Pop Rock — di mana tradisi bertemu keberanian zaman! ⚡🎤

JARANAN by SEALAGU

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Ich höre einen Beat, den ich mag und mache einen Song daraus.

Que tal! Somos una banda peruana de Rock, buscamos compartir un poco de nuestra música y conectar con otros artistas independientes.

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

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