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Primrose in the Desert Air

[Verse 1]
I’m just a worn-out cowboy,  dust on my soul,
Ridin’ through life, no maps,  and no goals.
She’s a wildflower bloomin’, bein' all she can be,
Don’t know what she sees in a drifter like me.

[Pre-Chorus]
I’ve got scars and stories, and not much to give,
She’s got a heart so big, teachin' me how to live.

[Chorus]
Your guess as good as mine, why she feels this way
Love’s not a game where you bet or play.
She’s a wildfire burnin’ through my cold despair,
And her heart makes angels cry, with her sweetness,
Wasted on me, like a primrose in the desert air.

[Verse 2]
Her touch feels like rain on cracked, dry ground,
But I’m scared of roots when they start diggin’ down.
She’s paintin’ sunsets in my black-and-white sky,
And I keep wonderin’ why she even tries.

[Pre-Chorus]
She says love ain’t easy, but it’s worth the fight,
I’m startin’ to believe her, one kiss at a time.

[Chorus]
Your guess as good as mine, why she feels this way
Love’s not a game where you bet or play.
She’s a wildfire burnin’ through my cold despair,
And her heart makes angels cry, with her sweetness,
Wasted on me, like a primrose in the desert air.

[Bridge]
I wanna hold her close and never let go,
But a man like me don’t deserve what she shows.
Still, she stays, keeps savin’ my soul,
Like rain that falls when the river’s runnin’ low.

[Chorus]
Your guess as good as mine, why she feels this way
Love’s not a game where you bet or play.
She’s a wildfire burnin’ through my cold despair,
And her heart makes angels cry, with her sweetness,
Wasted on me, like a primrose in the desert air.

[Outro]
Yeah, I’ll try to be the man she sees in me,
Show her my love ain't gonna blow like a tumbleweed.
When I hit my knees, I’m prayin’ she’ll be right there,
And her sweetness won't be wasted, like a primrose in the desert air.

Primrose in the Desert Air ---  (Country Pop Rock)

Winter Glow (Original Instrumental)

Let yourself be carried away by this gently meandering melody.
Picture made in Norway, Sorstraumen.

Radiant horizons

Written by Kate E. Stanton 2/5/2025
Special thanks to my friend Jeff P for the inspiration, John Rowley for the mixing advice and beautiful string arrangements, and to Lemonbrew for polishing it all in production. So grateful to you guys!!  

Thank you for listening and supporting my music!
Kate

Lyrics:
A New Day
Instrumental intro x2 (Keys come in at bar 4) 
v1: 
Take my mask off, how does it feel?
I don't care as long as it's real.
I'm still gon' slip up, amend. OOH
Every chance I get to do right
by me seems it takes all night
through the out is my only way in. OOH
Chorus:
A New Day's upon me
I'm never going back
I'm not going back
The new dawn is rising goodbye to fear's attacks
Cuz I'm not going back!
v2:
It's a risk I'm willing to take
I progress and do it anyway
I just want to feel...REAL.
Every time I've gotten it wrong,
mistakes turn up in my songs
seems my way out is looking in OOH
Chorus:
A New Day's upon me
I'm never going back
I'm not going back
The new dawn is rising goodbye to fear's attacks
Cuz I'm not going back!
Bridge:
The night turns to dawn
I'll restart, going strong
for my path is unknown
It's the dawning of a new day. 
Final Chorus:
A New Day's upon me
I'm never going back
I'm not going back
The new dawn is rising goodbye to fear's attacks
Cuz I'm not going back!

A New Day (feat. Lemonbrew & John Rowley)

A love that was never on track...
Hopin' On A Train by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
We planted oaks the spring we married,
Took out loans on thirty acres,
She'd hum hymns hangin' up the wash,
I'd kiss the sweat off of her neck—
Lord, we were young
And the dirt was soft as a prayer.
Now I'm leanin' 'gainst this station wall,
Watchin' conductors make their calls,
Every whistle cuts like that screen door slam,
Hopin' her shadow might walk out again—
But the platform stays bare,
And I'm wonderin' if she's even aware...
The bank man came with papers folded,
That last drought took all the cotton,
She took a job at Ray's Diner,
Started smokin' by the river—
One Tuesday evenin'
Her apron hung empty on the chair.
Now I'm leanin' 'gainst this station wall,
Watchin' conductors make their calls,
Every whistle cuts like that screen door slam,
Hopin' her shadow might walk out again—
But the platform stays bare,
And I'm wonderin' if she's even aware...
Steel wheels screech like a barn owl cryin',
I'm squintin' through the dust and siding,
Some blonde woman waves from Car 9,
I'm runnin' tracks, losin' my mind—
Was that her hand?
Was that our old suitcase she carried? 
Maybe that's her perfume in the coal smoke,
Maybe this hope's just the whiskey talkin',
The tracks stretch north where the cold wind blows—
She always said that's where she'd go...
Now I'm crumblin' on this station floor,
Conductor says "Ain't no more..."
That whistle fades like her last goodbye,
And all I'm left with is this lonesome "why?"—
Was that her there?
Or just the ghost I'll always chase somewhere...
Is that her...
In that blue dress swayin'?
Is that her...
Turnin' to face me?
Is that her...
Or just the night air playin'?


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All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
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Hopin' On A Train by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Before the sun could break the night,
before the fence posts stood just right,
before the dust settled on my boots,
a country song already knew the truth.
It was there in joy, there in pain,
every word like gentle rain.
Oh, country’s been a friend of mine,
was there for us, time after time.
[Verse 1]
Daddy played it loud before the dawn,
radio humming while work rolled on.
Mama sang while dinner cooked,
every verse felt like it was hooked.
A steel guitar, a fiddle’s cry,
the sound of home beneath the sky.
[Pre-Chorus]
Through thick and thin, through highs and lows,
the songs were seeds, and we let them grow.
[Chorus]
Oh, country’s been a friend of mine,
was there for us, time after time.
Every melody, every rhyme,
pulled us through the hardest climb.
Oh, country’s been a friend of mine,
was there for us, time after time.
[catchy steel guitar/fiddle  hook]
[Verse 2]
Settin’ fence lines, hands worn rough,
country played when the days got tough.
Tractors rolled, crops came due,
and every song carried something true.
From dolly songs to chick'en Pick'en Runs,
the sound of life beneath the sun.
[Pre-Chorus]
Through thick and thin, through highs and lows,
the songs were seeds, and we let them grow.
[Chorus]
Oh, country’s been a friend of mine,
was there for us, time after time.
Every melody, every rhyme,
pulled us through the hardest climb.
Oh, country’s been a friend of mine,
was there for us, time after time.
[catchy steel guitar / fiddle hook]
[Bridge]
Now I sing the words they gave,
from dirt roads built to neon stage.
I write the truth, I play it proud,
every note like fields plowed loud.
The stories live, the voices stay,
though time may change, they don’t fade away.
[very long epic steel guitar/fiddle solo]
[Verse 3]
Now I stand where they once stood,
guitar in hand, heart still good.
The songs that raised me raise me still,
where country sings, I always will.
[catchy steel guitar /fiddle hook]
[Outro]
Oh, country’s been a friend of mine,
was there for us, time after time.
Every melody, every rhyme,
pulled us through the hardest climb.
Oh, country’s been a friend of mine,
was there for us, time after time.
time after time......time... after... time.......
Oh, country’s been a friend of mine,
was there for us, time after time.
time after time......time... after... time.......

Link to best of our country hits that you can cover to get to the top... https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/country-hits-you-might-need?si=307edea8be674dc3bedee9345a814080&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Countys been a friend of mine

Love Don’t Last at the Bottom of a Whiskey Glass   by Edwin H. Balder
Bartender’s pouring slow tonight
One last drink before I try
To stitch back pieces I let break
To wake up sober, wide awake
I chased love through every pour
Thought I’d find it at the door
Of every bar, of every night
But whiskey never held me tight
He walked away, I drank him back
But ghosts don’t fill up empty cracks
I swore I’d drown him, swore I’d fade
But all I did was waste my days
Love don’t last at the bottom of a whiskey glass
You can toast the past but it won’t bring it back
Every sip just burns the same old song
A love that’s gone is just plain gone
Love don’t last at the bottom of a whiskey glass
Mirror shows what nights have done
Eyes too tired, skin too numb
Spilled my tears in bourbon lines
Thought the pain would age like wine
But love don’t bend for drunken calls
Love don’t wait behind barroom walls
So here I stand, one breath deep
Whiskey lied, but truth don’t sleep
Love don’t last at the bottom of a whiskey glass
You can toast the past but it won’t bring it back
Every sip just burns the same old song
A love that’s gone is just plain gone
Love don’t last at the bottom of a whiskey glass
Some climb high, some fall slow
Some chase ghosts they’ll never know
But drowning love won’t make it stay
So I’ll walk out and fade the pain
Tonight I leave the bar alone
No more drunk calls on his phone
Gonna let the past sit where it fell
Let love be something I don’t sell
Maybe someday, maybe soon
I’ll love again under sober moons
But tonight I pour this last goodbye
Cause whiskey don’t keep love alive
Love don’t last at the bottom of a whiskey glass
You can toast the past but it won’t bring it back
Every sip just burns the same old song
A love that’s gone is just plain gone
Love don’t last at the bottom of a whiskey glass
Bartender’s pouring slow tonight
One last drink before I try
To stitch back pieces I let break
To wake up sober, wide awake
pieces ......I let break .I let break
 sober........ .wide awake....

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