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Charli xcx - Everything is romantic featuring caroline polachek (moe edit)

Pearls are everything (Caroline Polachek & Charli xcx X Sade)

setlist /ᐠ - ˕ -マ Ⳋ

Welcome To My Island (George Daniel & Charli XCX Remix) (A. G. Cook Club Mix)
CHEERLEADER - hazboy
Lady Gaga - Abracadabra (Aida Remix)
BETTR OFF ALONE - KOOXLA
Guess (Säfira Remix)
SkeeYee (Stonie Blue Flip)
Baby Boy Bootleg - NORA ZION
charli xcx - spring breakers (hazboy remix)
COBRAH - TEQUILA (Nash Rly Remix)
Sniffles (The Bump Dub) | B. Ames]
aquamarine (shigecki pearl remix)
IM GOD VOLT MIX - DJ ALYX 
Ribs - Lorde (Prophecy Girl Remix)

SEM4N | Bedroom: Sydney

2night (demo)

hm (demo)

u know [prod. by ronze]

It’s not my fault you cried.
You handed me the glass. I just drank.
🥂 Thanks for the vintage heartbreak.

Lyrics

Come closer.
I won’t bite…
Hard.
But cry for me,
And I’ll drink you dry.

Your sorrow pools beneath your eyes,
So ripe, so soft, delicious lies.
You called me angel, begged me stay,
I smiled and carved your hope away.

You dreamt of lips, I took your breath.
You reached for love, I offered death.
You wept, I sipped, so slow, so sweet,
Your dignity my favourite meat.

I’ll drink your tears,
You want me to.
Each drop a truth
You never knew.
You called it love,
But it was need.
And I was born
To watch you bleed.

Your hunger pooled behind your eyes,
A vintage brew of shame and sighs.
You begged for truth, I bit my grin,
Then let you think you’d drawn me in.

You whispered ‘love’, how sweet, how vain.
I raised a glass to your new pain
You called me yours with trembling grace,
But I was gone without a trace.

I’ll drink your tears,
Your soul distilled.
A storm-bound oath
I’ve long fulfilled.
You bled for love,
I bathed in screams.
I am the tide
That haunts your dreams.

Let it fall, don’t hold it in.
Salt tastes better steeped in sin.
You begged me gently, thought me kind,
But I’ve been sipping from your mind.

Drink your tears,
I feast, I reign.
Your sobs are songs,
Your loss, champagne.
You’ll die for touch,
You’ll beg for grace,
While I drink deep
From your disgrace.

Thank you, darling,
You’re emptier now.
So hollow. So quiet.
Perfect.

Drink your Tears

She whispers like silk and cuts like glass—‘Plaything’ is a slow, sweet descent into obsession and emotional ruin.

You’re not loved—you’re used. ‘Plaything’ is a seductive execution set to a glitchy, low-burn trap beat.

Lyrics

Shh…
You’ll break prettier than I did.

I wear your gaze like stolen pearls,
A trophy from another girl.
You think I’m soft? I bite like sin,
I let you in, to tear you thin.

I smile like silk. I taste like knives.
I make you beg to stay alive.
You want my love? That’s not the game,
I only ever wanted pain.

Beg in silence, writhe with charm,
I only hold you to cause more harm.
I’m not a lover. I’m the one,
That whispers to bring you undone.

I hate you all, hate every body,
You’re just my drug, opium poppy.
I use your love like lingerie,
Put it on, then throw away.
Pretty when you are broken,
When all the rage has awoken.
You’re a pet, a damaged toy,
You’re not a man, just broken noise.

You call it love, I call it a game,
You’re a puppet, for me to maim.
I lace my lips with sugar’s sting,
You hear a voice, I pull the string.

Wounds make art, tears, perfume,
I want your heart to be my room.
Where all the echoes crawl in hell,
You’re not a man, you’re just a shell.

I hate you all, hate every body,
Your just my drug, opium poppy.
I use your love like lingerie,
Put it on, then throw away.
Pretty when you are broken,
When all the rage has awoken.
You’re a pet, a damaged toy,
You’re not a man, just broken noise.

You’ll miss me like a wound its blade,
Not when it strikes, but when it fades.
The knife withdraws, then it bleeds.
The worst was always after me.

Plaything

I do not own the rights to this music.
This track is to be considered a cover of the original song.
No profit, no monetizing.

SO HOT YOU'RE HURTING MY FEELINGS

🎬 Song Insight
“Under The Bleachers” by 4Me2BeFree unspools like a reel of faded Super 8 footage—nostalgic, reckless, and painfully self-aware. It’s a confessional buried in the hum of lo-fi tape hiss, where adolescence and adulthood overlap in messy symmetry. The song plays with irony: the innocence of youth collides with the cynicism of growing older, while its musique concrète textures—field recordings, toy synths, detuned pianos—mirror the emotional static of a life replayed through distorted memory. It’s equal parts playground and purgatory, a portrait of someone who’s seen the loop of mistakes and still sings along.

📝 Lyrics
[Intro]
When I was young I was dumb
And now I’m all grown out
In the end it’s all one party foul
So f**k it let’s get blitz before we get kicked out

[Bridge]
My kids used to scream
Lectures fade with breeze
Should have listened to the teacher
I was under the bleachers

[Chorus]
I found a way that went wrong
Kept singing the same damn song
And all along I knew the truth
But who’s listening to who

[Bridge]
Should’ve cleared my f**king head
Should have heard what I said

[Pre-Chorus]
Too busy with the birds and the bees
Now look at these I’m on my knees
Not giving a f**k unless you got a buck
So excuse my harsh news unless you’re writing me a review

[Chorus]
I warned the kids we’re one step away
Make good choices or it’s a sh*t-eaten day

[Bridge]
The kettle burned black—
I who was under the attack—
Should have stayed young and dumb
Things we worried about was having fun

[Outro]
I found a way that went wrong
Kept singing the same damn song
And all along I knew the truth
But who’s listening to who

💬 Personal Reflection
This one came from that surreal space between regret and humor—the kind of reflection that makes you smirk and wince at the same time. I wrote it thinking about how we repeat ourselves, how “growing up” doesn’t always mean learning the lesson. It’s messy, like a Polaroid you find years later: flawed, overexposed, but real. That’s where the soul of Under The Bleachers lives—somewhere between memory and mockery.

🔥 4Me2BeFree Signature
4Me2BeFree isn’t just about sound—it’s about self-reckoning through distortion. Every track is a confession refracted through art noise and emotional honesty. “Under The Bleachers” embodies that ethos: it takes something universally human—nostalgia, shame, laughter—and turns it into sonic collage. It’s raw therapy wrapped in glitch, a soundtrack for those who’ve made peace with their imperfections and still dance anyway.

🛡️ Copyright Notice
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Under The Bleachers

ZEET NOISE x hit me where it hurts x

breathless

Chairlift & IC3PEAK - Polymorphing x Like moon, like sun [MeowTem Mashup]

Hopedrunk Everasking by Caroline Polacheck
Edit by Bhristo


Hopedrunk (comedown edit)

We’re Skrillex Fans Poland , SFP for short and we created this profile with the idea of creating ID and playing mixed Sonny songs from all his live performances concerts. 

Hope you enjoyed our work 🫶🏻

"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.

Based in Paris 
Love cats and gremlins <3

J’essaie de faire des sons qui me ressemblent, j’ai personne à qui faire ecouter ce que je fais donc n’hésitez pas à venir me donner votre avis en mp ou commentaires ça m’aiderait bcp <3 

Ratty mashup noobzz

All credits for songs mashed up go to original artists listed.

Sweet venom. Sad poetry. Savage satire.
I write in the places where shame flirts with seduction,
where heartbreak lingers like perfume, and grief begs for one more hit.
Some tracks are lullabies for lost boys. Others are traps disguised as tenderness.
You’ll find humour, humiliation, and hurt, often tangled together.
There are stories here. Of pain. Of power. Of things people don’t want to admit they feel.
If you’re unsure whether to laugh, cry, or look away, 
good. That means it’s honest.

(And yes, some songs still bite.)

https://linktr.ee/SelkieGirl

Operating from another world.
25 / Italian masterpiece

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