Lovecore

International Situationship

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

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

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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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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Showgirl Life

You know the look
You know the line
Leather boots
Stage design
But behind the lights
And the crowd control
There’s a price you pay
When you rock when you roll
You started out in a rented room
Strings too loose, dreams too soon
Played to five, maybe six at best
But you gave each chord a full-out test
You learned to tune through broken amps
Wrote your truth on diner stamps
No manager, no label call
Just a beat-up Strat and a concrete wall
You weren’t chasing fame or gold
You were chasing something bold
Something buried deep inside
That only music could describe
Rock and roll
It takes its toll
On your soul
Makes you dig deeper
Looking for your ceiling
Turn guitar string into feeling
Once you start
It’s hard to stop
When you rock
When you roll
You hit the road with a borrowed van
Played the dive bars, made your stand
Sold your coat to fix the tire
Slept in booths, chased the fire
You lost your voice in smoky haze
Found it back in stranger praise
You broke apart, you stitched it tight
You played through pain most every night
They said “you’re loud,” you said “I’m real”
They said “tone down,” you said “feel”
You didn’t bend, you didn’t fold
You let the solos take control
Rock and roll
It takes its toll
On your soul
Makes you dig deeper
Looking for your ceiling
Turn guitar string into feeling
Once you start
It’s hard to stop
When you rock
When you roll
It’s not the fame
It’s not the flash
It’s not the merch
Or the backstage pass
It’s the sound that shakes your chest
It’s the truth that won’t suppress
It’s the moment when the crowd goes still
And you feel the climb, you feel the thrill
It’s the echo in your bones
It’s the part that feels like home
Rock and roll
It saves your soul
Makes you whole
Makes you dig deeper
Looking for your ceiling
Turn guitar string into feeling
Once you start
It’s hard to stop
When you rock
When you roll
So plug it in
Let it scream
This ain’t a trend
It’s a dream
You don’t play it
You become it
You don’t fake it
You outrun it
Rock and roll
When you rock
When you roll

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When You Rock When You Roll by ♨️ 🍪

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🎧♨️🎧

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