Lovecore

International Situationship

Lyrics: 
Hey friend, hey lover
Hey stranger
Love is free to give
Star gazer, sunset chaser
I see love, I see fear


Lost at sea
But I know I how to swim
Open your heart for the stars
You deserve to be free


Hey lover, hey stranger
Love is free to give


Take my hand
Let's jump into a black hole
Take my spaceship off this land


Give me the sun
Give me the sea
Give me wonder
Let me fly into the galaxy


Hey friend, hey lover, hey stranger
Love is free to give


Fading blurs of light
Shadows of the night
Dimples in your smile
Kid at heart


Take my hand
Let's jump into a black hole
Take my spaceship off this land


Hey friend, hey lover
Hey stranger
Love is free to give

Star gazer, sunset chaser
I see love, I see fear
Lost at sea but I know I how to swim
Open your heart for the stars
You deserve to be free
Just like us


Give me the sun
Give me the sea
Give me wonder
Let me fly into the galaxy


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feel good, positive, happy music, pop indie folk

Love Is Free to Give

I made this myself, (Kelly here), using the djembe, electric guitar, and bass while mixing it down with Logic Pro. Thanks for listening. 

Instrumental Sludge Funk

Mama kept the lights on with a prayer and a fuse
Daddy played the numbers, always bound to lose
We learned to dance on hardwood, scuffed and stained
Where the gospel met the bottle, and the truth got strained
Now the porch light flickers like a warning sign
And the mailbox holds more weight than time
When the bills come due, and the grace runs thin
You count your blessings like loose change in a tin
You sing hallelujah... with a hole in your shoe
‘Cause mercy don’t knock—it just walks on through
When the bills come due
Uncle Joe’s guitar still hums in the shed
Strings rusted over, but the songs ain’t dead
He said “Love is credit, pain is cash”
And all bad faith comes back at last
Now the bills sound like a choir off-key
try to save your roof ...try to save.. what used.. to be...
When the bills come due, and the lights go cold
You trade your silver for stories you told
You hum redemption every note is blue
And hope the good Lord’s got a plan for you
When the bills come due
There’s a ledger in heaven, or so they say
Where the debts we carry get washed away
But down here, we settle with sweat and song
And pray the echo don’t take too long
When the bills come due, and the choir’s gone home
You find your rhythm in the ache and the tone
You write your name and pray it's true
sing like the truth finally made it through
When the bills come due
When the bills come due
When the bills come due
When the bills come due, and the choir’s gone home
You find your rhythm in the ache and the tone
You write your name and hope it's true
sing like the truth finally made it through
When the bills come due

All rights held by the songwriter Edwin H. Balder
When the bills come due

All rights held by the songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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When the Bills Come Due

She used to curl up by the drum kit
Snored through every take we played
Knew the rhythm of our laughter
And the chords we never changed
She’d tilt her head when the bass dropped
Like she knew what came next
Now she sleeps through every chorus
And the silence feels complex
We call her name but she won’t flinch
Not even when the amp hums low
She’s still here in every session
But the sound won’t ever show
It’s like the world stopped listening
To the songs we try to send
But we keep on playing anyway
For the ones who won’t pretend
She can’t hear us now
But she’s still in the room
Like a ghost of the groove
Or a half-faded tune
We sing to the silence
We play to the air
She can’t hear us now
But we know she’s still there
I watch her breathe beside the cables
Like she’s dreaming of the past
Of the nights we stayed till morning
And the takes that always last
She’s the heartbeat of the studio
Even if she’s lost the sound
She reminds us why we started
And why we still hang around
She can’t hear us now
But she’s still in the room
Like a ghost of the groove
Or a half-faded tune
We sing to the silence
We play to the air
She can’t hear us now
But we know she’s still there
Maybe love is like a signal
That don’t need ears to land
Maybe music finds its meaning
In the ones who understand
Even when the world won’t listen
Even when the notes fall flat
We still play for those who love us
Even if they can’t hear back
She can’t hear us now
But she’s still in the room
Like a ghost of the groove
Or a half-faded tune
We sing to the silence
We play to the air
She can’t hear us now
But we know she’s still there
Good girl, Pinky
You’re always part of our band...always part of our band

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She Can't Hear Us Now

i dont need the showgirl life
just want to write honest songs
put the right where it belongs
and let the rest move on
i see the headlines flashing
but they never show the cost
how the rich cry in their mansions
while the real ones get lost
they say she’s got it all
but she cant sleep through the night
too many masks to choose from
none of them fit right
she’s got diamonds on her fingers
but no one she can call
and i’m down here with my notebook
trying to make sense of it all
showgirl life ain’t mine
i don’t need the stage to shine
i’d rather sing in quiet rooms
where the truth still feels divine
fame and money blur the lines
between the real and the disguise
but i’ll keep writing what i know
while they chase ...the.. perfect.. life..the ..perfect.. lie
i’ve been overlooked and doubted
for the way i choose to feel
they said i’d never make it
if i didn’t learn to kneel
but i don’t bow to filters
or the numbers on a screen
i write for those who’ve been forgotten
and still dare to dream
showgirl life ain’t mine
i don’t need the stage to shine
i’d rather sing in quiet rooms
where the truth still feels divine
fame and money blur the lines
between the real and the disguise
but i’ll keep writing what i know
while they chase ...the.. perfect.. life..the ..perfect.. lie
i’ve seen the glitter fade
i’ve watched the spotlight dim
and all that’s left is silence
and a voice that won’t give in
so let them have their riches
let them wear their fame like skin
i’ll be here with my stories
where the real ones still begin
showgirl life ain’t mine
i don’t need the stage to shine
i’d rather sing in quiet rooms
where the truth still feels divine
fame and money blur the lines
between the real and the disguise
but i’ll keep writing what i know
while they chase ...the.. perfect.. life..the ..perfect.. lie
i don’t need the showgirl life
just the words that feel like mine
just the words.. that.. feel ..like.. mine...

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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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Showgirl Life

Chasing the Wish List 

With the top down & no map 

Honey on my lips 

Cancelled! on my dash 

the Eldest Daughter 

Driving fast through Wood 

Father Figure in the rearview 

Said I’d ruin the family for good 

Elizabeth Taylor in my mirror 

Opalite on my wrist 

Actually Romantic in my playlist 

But the gas gauge didn’t exist 

The Fate of Ophelia 

Was written in the heat 

was burning under the sun 

no shoes on my feet 

What Men Want 

Is speed & shine 

But I was running out of gas 

On a road that wasn’t mine 

The Life of a Showgirl 

velvet and flame 

But melting in the silence 

on my runaway name 

Sweat & Vanilla Perfume 

Stuck to my skin 

Frightening how fast 

You forget where you’ve been 

It’s Rapturous at first 

Then it’s just a scream 

It’s Beautiful when you stall 

& wake up from the dream 

I sold my Eldest Daughter soul 

For a Father Figure’s praise 

I chased the Wish List 

Through a hundred empty days 

Cancelled! by the silence 

Ruin the Friendship by design 

Honey in the headlights 

Till the engine crossed the line 

What Men Want 

Is a showgirl spin 

But I was burning under the sun 

With no way to begin 

Life of a Showgirl 

Is sequins & gold 

But I was stranded in the desert 

With a story never told 

Elizabeth Taylor fades 

Opalite turns gray 

The Fate of Ophelia 

Was driving away (away) away (away)...away...(away).....away...... 

burning ..(burning) ...away...(away).....away......


🌹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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God Wants Me Dead

Star maker behind the lens
Seeing where the music bends
How to make it be seen...
How to make it mean
Each song, a new story to tell
But how to tell it so damn well
To catch the eye the band desires
To earn the nod the world admires
He sketches light, he frames the soul
He makes the broken pieces whole
No red carpet, no applause
Just quiet genius in the cause
Music video, lights and grace
He builds the magic, sets the pace
From storyboard to final cut
He gives the dream its deepest gut
Music video, frame by frame
He never asked for fortune, fame
But every star that ever soared
Was lit by him behind the board
Got it ready, on the set
This take’s the best one yet
Everybody’s locked in sync
He takes a breath, begins to think
Are the lights just right
Are the cables out of sight
Then he says the words that start the flame
The ones that always made his name
He saw the soul behind the song
Knew where the shadows should belong
He gave the stars their perfect frame
But never once chased his own name
He built the stage, he shaped the scene
He made the music truly seen
And though the credits roll too fast
His work, his heart, they always last
Music video, lights and grace
He builds the magic, sets the pace
From storyboard to final cut
He gives the dream its deepest gut
Music video, frame by frame
He never asked for fortune, fame
But every star that ever soared
Was lit by him behind the board

Happy Birthday Jeff ❣️🎂❣️Edwin Balder , Del's Studio Players, Hot Cookie, Tina & Tom , American K-POP Boys, The Indivisibles, Marchello, Ally frank 
and 🎧♨️🎧All Music🎧♨️🎧Thank You For You🎧♨️🎧

Music Video [For Jeff]

She flips the switch like a light in the hall,
Turns me on with the simplest call.
True that, it’s daily, true that, it’s sly,
Every move she makes is a reason why.
She stirs her coffee, steam rising slow,
I watch her lips, and the rhythm grows.
She ties her shoes, and I lose my ground,
Everyday sparks in the small things found.
True that, she’s subtle,
True that, she’s fire.
Everyday moments
Feed my desire.
Between the lines, she’s writing me down,
Everyday sparks spinning me round.
Between the lines, I’m caught in her vow,
True that, she’s the reason — I’m burning now.
She folds the laundry, rhythm in her sway,
I hear the music in the way she plays.
She laughs at nothing, and I lose control,
Everyday sparks that ignite my soul.
True that, she’s clever,
True that, she’s mine.
Everyday moments
Cross every line.
Between the lines, she’s writing me down,
Everyday sparks spinning me round.
Between the lines, I’m caught in her vow,
True that, she’s the reason — I’m burning now.
She drives the car, hand steady on the wheel,
I feel the motion, the way she makes me feel.
She shuts the door, and the silence sings,
Everyday sparks in the simplest things.
True that, she’s magic,
True that, she’s bold.
Everyday moments
Never grow old.
Between the lines, she’s writing me down,
Everyday sparks spinning me round.
Between the lines, I’m caught in her vow,
True that, she’s the reason — I’m burning now.
She walks through the market, I’m losing my cool,
Every step she takes is bending the rules.
She flips her hair, and the world slows down,
Everyday sparks in a casual crown.
She’s the rhythm in the checkout line,
The echo in the glass when we toast with wine.
She’s the thunder in the quiet street,
Everyday sparks make the night complete.
True that, she’s daily, true that, she’s mine,
Everyday sparks are the perfect sign.
I respect the craft, I respect the flame,
Everyday sparks — I’ll never be the same.
Between the lines, she’s still the spark,
True that, she’s the fire in the dark.
Between the lines, I’ll dance through the night,
True that, she’s the reason — I...burn for her..every day.... every day...every night...every night...

Please Dance this on to your playlist ..So much thanks... WHY SPACE
All rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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Between The Lines by WHY🎧 SPACE

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Stirring Up the Memory
All Right Reserved by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

The kitchen lights are low,
And the air is thick with stories.
I can feel the hands before me
Guiding mine again.
I pull the flour from the cupboard like I watched my mama do,
Hear her humming Sunday morning while the sunlight filtered through.
Grandma’s apron on the hook still holds the scent of old perfume,
And the rhythm of her footsteps fills the corners of the room.
I stir the pot with gentle circles, just the way she taught me then,
And the spices start to rise like they remember where they’ve been.
Every flavor has a history, every simmer has a name,
And the love inside this kitchen
Feels exactly like they came.
I hear mama in the laughter of the skillet on the flame,
Hear my grandma in the whisper of the sugar calling my name.
There’s a heartbeat in the butter, there’s a blessing in the dough,
And the warmth inside this kitchen
Is the truest thing I know.
I’m stirring up the memory,
I’m tasting all the years.
I’m cooking up the legacy
That brought me through my fears.
I’m holding on to recipes
That never let me fall —
’Cause the women in this family
Still answer when I call.
You can taste the strength they carried,
You can feel the roads they walked.
Every pinch of salt is wisdom,
Every stir is how they talked.
And when the world felt heavy,
When the nights were hard to stand,
I’d come right back to this kitchen
And remember who I am.
This pot is full of stories,
This pan is full of grace.
Their voices rise like steam
And wrap around this place.
I’m cooking up the future
With the past inside my hands —
And the love they left behind
Still tells me where to stand.
I feel them in the laughter,
I feel them in the flame.
I feel them in the rhythm
When I call them by their name.
And every dish I’m making
Is a prayer they understand —
’Cause the women in this family
Still guide my steady hand.
The kitchen holds their stories,
The kitchen keeps their light.
And every time I’m cooking,
They come home to me at night.


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