Here is a piano piece that I wrote, hope you guys enjoy it! I decided to make this an open collab so if you want to use it message me! 

Oceans (Original Instrumental) (Open Collaboration)

Lovecore

International Situationship

Roll One To Last  by Edwin H. Balder
Leather boots on a hardwood floor
Whiskey pouring—years keep score
Ain’t no race, ain’t no debt
No rush, no regrets
Rolling in quiet, no need to shout
Seen enough to know what it’s all about
Ain’t chasing thrills, ain’t counting miles
Sip it slow, let it stay awhile
Some rush fast, burn out quick
Trade the gold for a cheap trick
But time don’t lie, and glass don’t break
No rush, no regrets
Every step’s a lucky bet
Let ‘em chase, let ‘em run
I got time, I got sun
No rush, no regrets
Every sip, every breath
What I roll, what I pour
Used to run wild, used to push fate
Used to chase what wouldn’t wait
But the years don’t take, they only refine
And some things age like bourbon and wine
Got no crowd, don’t need a stage
Got a song built for a different age
Let the world spin, let ‘em flash
I’ll sit back,.. roll ..one.. to... last..
No rush, no regrets
Every step’s a lucky bet
Let ‘em chase, let ‘em run
I got time, I got sun
No rush, no regrets
Every sip, every breath
What I roll, what I pour
Is worth more than they’ve ever known before
fate goes looking, fate is blind (blind)
Some miss the best in the weight of time (Time)
But the finer things don’t scream, don’t shine
They just linger—smooth as the rhyme
So I’ll raise a glass, let the night play
Let the good things have their stay
Don’t need a crowd, don’t need a sign
I got a life that’s flowing just fine
No rush, no regrets
Every step’s a lucky bet
Let ‘em chase, let ‘em run
I got time, I got sun
No rush, no regrets
Every sip, every breath
What I roll, what I pour
Is worth more than they’ve ever known before
Leather boots on a hardwood floor
Whiskey pouring—years keep score
Ain’t no race, ain’t no debt
No Rush (no rush) .......no rush
no regrets ( not regrets)   ( not regrets)...no......regrets

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Roll One To Last by Edwin H. Balder

Left On Read  All Rights researved by Edwin H. Balder
You said, “Don’t wait up,” but I did anyway,
Watched the steam fade off my second cup of gray.
Your name still lights my screen like it’s breaking news,
But the silence hits harder than the words you’d choose.
I rehearsed what I’d say if you ever replied,
But the dots never danced, and the truth never lied.
I was left on read, but I still read into it,
Every pause, every breath, every half-written bit.
You moved on like a song that I never got to sing,
Now I’m stuck in the verse where you pulled out the string.
We were more than a trend, more than hearts on a thread—
But I guess even ghosts leave you left on read.
Your hoodie’s still hanging like it’s waiting for air,
I tried to wash it, but the scent’s still there.
My friends say I’m better, that I dodged a fall,
But they don’t know I still sleep on your side of the wall.
I scroll through the past like it’s breaking a code,
But the punchline’s the same—just me on my own.
I was left on read, but I still read into it,
Every pause, every breath, every half-written bit.
You moved on like a song that I never got to sing,
Now I’m stuck in the verse where you pulled out the string.
We were more than a phase, more than words never said—
But I guess even ghosts leave you left on read.
Maybe you typed, maybe you cared,
Maybe you stared at the screen and just left it there.
But I’ll never know, and maybe that’s worse—
To be haunted by silence instead of a curse.
I was left on read, but I still read into it,
Every pause, every breath, every half-written bit.
You moved on like a song that I never got to sing,
Now I’m stuck in the verse where you pulled out the string.
We were more than a trend, more than hearts on a thread—
But I guess even ghosts leave you left on read.
 on a thread—
left on read.
left on read.
on a thread—
left on read.
left on read.—
left ...on.... read.
left ......on ......read.
on a thread—
left ...on..... read....


find this on a play list please...

Left On Read  by Americn K-Pop Boys

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

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When the bills come due

All rights held by the songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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When the Bills Come Due

I’m on the couch with a bowl of fries
Watching pretty people trading lies
She’s got a tan, he’s got a jaw
They fall in love by lunchtime law
They kiss, they cry, they break, they mend
All in the span of a weekend trend
But I’m not buying what they sell
I want a love that’s real as hell
They say “forever” in a hot tub scene
But I need more than a drama queen
That ain’t me, I don’t play that game
I don’t need roses or a claim to fame
I want late-night talks and coffee breath
Not a six-pack love with a camera set
That ain’t me, I don’t fake the spark
I want messy hearts and midnight dark
So keep your island, keep your show
I want a love that’s slow to grow
She’s crying now, mascara streak
He’s texting someone else next week
They say it’s love, they say it’s fate
But it looks like ratings on a plate
I want the kind that takes its time
Not a montage cut to fit the rhyme
I want the fight, the grace, the glue
Not a season pass to something new
They say “forever” in a hot tub scene
But I need more than a drama queen
That ain’t me, I don’t play that game
I don’t need roses or a claim to fame
I want late-night talks and coffee breath
Not a six-pack love with a camera set
That ain’t me, I don’t fake the spark
I want messy hearts and midnight dark
So keep your island, keep your show
I want a love that’s slow to grow[
Give me someone who sees my worst
And still shows up, unrehearsed
Not a perfect line or a scripted kiss
Just a real damn life, and love like this
That ain’t me, I don’t play that game
I don’t need roses or a claim to fame
I want late-night talks and coffee breath
Not a six-pack love with a camera set
That ain’t me, I don’t fake the spark
I want messy hearts and midnight dark
So keep your island, keep your show
I want a love that’s slow to grow
So turn it off, and turn to me
‘Cause real love’s not on your TV

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Slow To Grow

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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Link to more of our Singer/songwriter style hits you can cover into fame because of your take!

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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

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