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

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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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.......

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Countys been a friend of mine

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

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
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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....


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Left On Read  by Americn K-Pop Boys

feel good, positive, happy music, pop indie folk

Love Is Free to Give

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

All rights held by the songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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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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Showgirl Life

I still remember the shoes I wore
And the sound of that dorm room door
I had a paper due at ten
But I was writing songs again
Skipped the lecture, skipped the test
Chased a feeling in my chest
Packed my books and left the key
Told my roommate, “Don’t wait on me”
The campus faded in the glass
As I drove toward something vast
Mama cried but didn’t beg
Daddy said, “You’ll break a leg”
I said, “Maybe, but I’ll try”
And kissed the safety word goodbye
I played my first show in a bar
With borrowed chords and a beat-up guitar
No one clapped, but one girl cried
And I knew I’d never run and hide
The day I walked away
Was the day I found my name
Not in credits, not in grades
But in the songs I had to play
The day I walked away
Wasn’t easy, wasn’t clean
But it burned just like a sunrise
On the edge of eighteen
I slept in cars, I sang for tips
Traded comfort for guitar picks
I missed some birthdays, missed some calls
But I never missed the curtain calls
I learned to tune my voice to pain
To write in thunder, not in rain
And every time I felt alone
I built a stage and called it home
I wasn’t reckless, I was real
I didn’t run—I learned to feel
I didn’t quit, I just began
To live the life they never planned
I found my truth in minor chords
In empty rooms and open doors
And though I left that campus cold
I found a fire I still hold
The day I walked away
Was the day I found my name
Not in credits, not in grades
But in the songs I had to play
The day I walked away
Wasn’t easy, wasn’t clean
But it burned just like a sunrise
On the edge of eighteen
I still remember the shoes I wore
And the sound of that dorm room door
Wasn’t easy, wasn’t clean
But it burned just like a sunrise
On the edge of eighteen On the ,,edge of ,,,,eighteen

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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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