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)

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'?


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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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

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
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

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


He showed up in boots and a borrowed smile
Said he’d only be stayin’ a little while
Had a box of chocolates and a silver chain
And a way of talkin’ that softened pain
Mama said, “Girl, don’t fall too fast”
But I’d been waitin’ on love to last
He gave me roses, a midnight ride
And a promise he never really tried
The best I ever got was what I regret
A love so sweet I can’t forget
It came wrapped in charm, in a velvet lie
And left me with questions I still deny
I held it close, I wore it proud
But it faded fast when the truth came out
The best I ever got… was what I regret
He carved our names in a cottonwood tree
Said, “This is forever, just you and me”
But forever came with a twist of fate
And a letter I found when it was too late
There were things he never said out loud
Secrets buried beneath the vow
And I still wear that silver chain
Like a scar that whispers through the rain
The best I ever got was what I regret
A love so sweet I can’t forget
It came wrapped in charm, in a velvet lie
And left me with questions I still deny
I held it close, I wore it proud
But it faded fast when the truth came out
The best I ever got… was what I regret
I don’t talk about the night he left
Or the name that’s etched beneath my breath
But every Christmas, I see that tree
And wonder what he meant to me
Some gifts shine, some gifts sting
Some you never stop wondering
The best I ever got… was what I regret

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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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