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[Verse]
Dust in the corners spin around
Frayed visions haunt this town
Shadows dance on the cracked ground
Broken hearts ain't nowhere found

[Verse 2]
Ghosts whisper on the air real low
Flickering lights in the afterglow
Promises made now lies we sow
Love’s just ashes never grow

[Chorus]
Oh the dust never settles here
Dreams fade every night disappear
Lost voices calling clear
Finding truth through shattered fear

[Verse 3]
Old roads lead to nowhere fast
Living memories of a reckless past
Every moment shattered glass
Time a ruthless outcast

[Bridge]
Smoke rising from the cold steel tracks
Railroad blood a fading black
Everything we lost we lack
Train never comes back

[Verse 4]
Streetlights flicker out their tune
Lonely howl of a midnight loon
We’re just shadows in the room
Fading light of a spent moon




Dust and Dreams - (I Love Vintage Vol.01)

Not a day goes by.....
Still Writing Us   by songwiter Edwin H. Balder
I keep staring at the page
Chords keep slipping, words escape
Every line ain't quite right
Every rhyme don’t shine tonight
I could say you’re the sunrise
I could write that you’re the stars
But none of it feels honest
None of it feels ours
I could promise forever
I could write how hearts don’t break
But the truth is, love’s not perfect
And neither are the songs I make
Still writing you, still searching through
Every melody, every tune
Every chorus falls too short
Every lyric ain't enough
But if love was just a song
I’d never stop writing us
I could try a grand confession
I could make the words feel bold
But love ain't in the verses
It's in the moments left untold
Like the way you sip your coffee
Like the way you hum along
It ain't written in the letters
It's just living in the song
Still writing you, still searching through
Every melody, every tune
Every chorus falls too short
Every lyric ain't enough
But if love was just a song
I’d never stop writing us
I ain't got the perfect line
Ain't got the words to say it right
But when I sing, I hope you hear
That every word I write is near
So maybe I won’t finish
Maybe love ain’t meant to rhyme
Maybe songs just keep on breathing
Like the way you stay in mine

Still writing you, still searching through
Every melody, every tune
Every chorus falls too short
Every lyric ain't enough
But if love was just a song
I’d never stop writing us

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Still Writing Us   by songwiter Edwin H. Balder

Leather cracks in frozen dusk
Steam from breath, his eyes combust
Dragging hooks through alder bark
Blood leaves trails where nights go dark

He hums like a priest with a drill
The hyacinth blooms after every kill

Hyacinth Lobotomizer walks
Twisting spines and feeding stalks
Unnamed village, nameless dead
Brains leak pink on the riverbed

Rusty scoops in mittened fists
Lobotomy lists, alphabetic twists
Elders nailed to sauna doors
Kids whisper prayers through warped floorboards

“It’s for the flower,” he explains
While scraping marrow from the drains

Hyacinth Lobotomizer feeds
On spleens and twisted local creeds
His leather sack drips cold regret
He waters roots with villagers' sweat

Hockey goals turned autopsy rigs
Torsos posed like pagan pigs
Midnight sun won’t cleanse the stench
Each petal blooms from a severed wench

The village keeps no record books
Just moss, and screams, and lacerated looks

Hyacinth Lobotomizer reigns
Stomping through cerebral plains
No one leaves, no names are spoken
All that grows is split and broken

Blood seeps slow through brittle snow
No roads out, no path to go
The bloom survives, the mind decays
He plants again. Another phase.

Scent of lilac masks the bile
The lobotomy’s done. Now he’ll smile

Hyacinth Lobotomizer grins
As memory withers from within
The village breathes, but not for long
He’s already picked tomorrow’s son

Hyacinth Lobotomizer

Kyk net vir my, ek sal jou nooit versuim
Kom lê by my, dan vertel ek jou my geheim
Jy's my oggendstêr, my lig by sonsonder
sagte somersbries, as die warrelwind donder

Jy praat die woorde, van harstog in my ore
Van sonskyn en soene, en sipressie suurlemoene
Jy's die een wat luister 
As ek my emosies fluister

Volg net vir my, hierdie voete ken die pad
Deur die donker paaie, in n soektog na die hart
Verskoon my wandeling, want my vooruitsig is sleg
Gevoelens raak my gids, maar my hart ken lank die weg

Jy praat die woorde, van harstog in my ore
Van sonskyn en soene, en sipressie, suurlemoene
Jys die een wat luister 
as ek my emosies fluister

My onselfsigtige wandeling 
het my niks in die sak gebring,
Die onkeerbare kanteling
van wie ek is en wat ek bemin.
Die onkeerbare kanteling
van wie ek is en wat ek bemin.

Die Kanteling

Houston

Uber at half past grim

Erfahrungen und Zweifel mit dem Geist der mich durch Leben führt

Der Geist der mich durch Leben treibt

It Wasn't Your Words

I can say that true love takes resilience.  Keep goin.

Nothing's Wrong

Covenant Country is a modern country-gospel concept album about Heaven’s economic system—where faith outranks fortune and reputation is richer than gold. Across twelve tracks, it walks the backroads between Scripture and real life: five kinds of wealth (spirit, health, time, relationships, resources), seventh-day rest, thresholds you can’t reverse, restitution “with interest,” and the simple power of a good name. From the barn-stomp of “Become the Asset” to the porch-light prayer of “Seventh-Day Country,” the record blends warm pedal steel, Telecaster twang, upright bass, and three-part harmonies. Anchored by the single “Heaven’s Economy (Buy That Field),” it’s equal parts altar call and cattle drive—songs for builders, dreamers, and anyone ready to trade hustle for holy instruction. In Covenant Country, obedience is the melody, and blessing is the refrain.

Dust and Dreams - (I Love Vintage Vol.01)

Caleb Meireles Calil