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A song about romance surviving against overwhelming odds.A tribute to Mike Leigh.

Why Are They Still Dreaming

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This is a new collaboration with Mark Johnson, leader of the Midnight River Crew.  Music and instrumentation (guitars, bass, electric piano and drums) by me.  Lyrics and vocals by Mark.

While I’m Still Counting

Let’s take walk in the snow- Let’s talk about the things we know
I’ll admit it’s a lot to show- I’ll confess it’s a long row to hoe.
 
Let’s take a drive through the mountains- Let’s take a drink at the fountain
 The stars in the sky- surrounding- Talk to me while I’m still counting
 
Let’s gather wood and light a fire- Let’s sleep against that log we both know we’re tired
Holding back from love to admire…- all those feelings we have that inspire…
 
Let’s take a drive through the mountains- Let’s take a drink at the fountain 
The stars in the sky- surrounding-  Talk to me while I’m still counting
 
You- You can break my bread-  You- You will always turn my head
I…I know the books you’ve read-  I…I know at times you’ve fled…
 
You- You can break my bread- You- You will always turn my head
I…I’ve seen the books you’ve read- I…I see the path you’d like to tread.

That moment you took my hand- On our first walk along the sand
As the sea met the land-  The horizon made us understand…
 
Let’s take a drive through the mountains- Let’s run around in the fountains
The stars in the sky- surrounding- Talk to me while I’m still counting
 
…while I’m still counting…- …while I’m still counting…
…while…I’m… still…

While I’m Still Counting

Recorded in a garage this is raw production, emotional frustration of life in Northern UK, high energy, near the knuckle sentiments, harsh reality of life. 
https://youtu.be/bsEKaoQV2_Q?si=VB2cok5V64dxH1g5

I wanna buy a home,
But I live my life like a garden gnome...
smile like a happy gnome...
uh, uh, uh yeah!

I wanna buy a home,
But I’m still paying off my student loan!
Drowning in a pool of debt,
I see everything I cannot get!
Busting at the seams,
My wallet’s full of empty dreams —
The rich sleep safe in a super home,
I live my life like a garden gnome!

Job says “junior” but I’m thirty-three,
Still flat sharing with anxiety.
Work all week, can’t fill my tank,
Got more minus signs than a pirate bank.
Dreamt of freedom, got payday loans,
New shoes? Nah — just broken bones.
The system’s rigged, it’s plain to see —
But they still blame laziness on me!

Credit check!
Rent’s a wreck!
Fees on fees till my spine goes CRACK!
Said I’d make it if I tried —
Now I’m just trying to survive!

I wanna buy a home,
But I’m still paying off my student loan!
I wanna buy a home,
But I’m still paying off my student loan!

Mortgage dreams are fairy tales,
Told by boomers on clearance sales.
I water plants that aren’t my own —
And smile like a happy gnome...
smile like a happy gnome...
smile like a happy gnome...

Buy a Home

The coffee’s warm, the smile’s rehearsed
The street’s alive, but it still feels cursed
The news says “hope,” the mirror says “tired”
The world keeps spinning, slightly miswired
You say “I’m fine,” they say “you’re strong”
But the days feel borrowed, the nights too long
Everything pretends to be okay
Until it doesn’t
The barista knows your name, but not your story
The inbox fills with tasks, not glory
You laugh at jokes that don’t land
You hold hands with plans that never stand
You pass by lovers in the park
You scroll through dreams after dark
You chase the light, but it flickers
You fake the smile, but it lingers
Everything pretends
Everything bends
Everything ends
But somehow… we begin again
You met someone who saw your cracks
Said they loved the way you never looked back
You believed it, you breathed it in
You let them under your skin
But love pretends too—sometimes worse
It wears a crown, then turns to curse
They said “forever,” then said “sorry”
Left you holding borrowed glory
Everything pretends
Everything bends
Everything ends
But somehow… we begin again
You learned to walk with broken shoes
To dance in rooms that never knew
You stitched your soul with thread and flame
You stopped apologizing for pain
You found your voice in quiet places
You stopped chasing perfect faces
You built a life from shattered glass
And made it shine like it could last
Everything pretends
Everything bends
Everything ends
But somehow… we begin again
They never saw the nights you cried
The dreams you buried just to survive
They never asked what made you stay
They only watched you walk away
But you’re still here, still breathing fire
Still building truth from old desire
You’re not the lie they tried to sell
You’re the story they’ll never tell
Tomorrow’s not a promise
It’s a dare
To wake up
To show up
To care
Everything pretends
Everything bends
Everything ends
But somehow… we begin again  ...yea...Everything pretends
Everything bends
Everything ends
But somehow… we ..begin ..again...we ..begin ..again...

Bravo Tina Talone and Tommy Monacca
Thank you both so much ( and Del's studio)

All rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Everything Pretends by Tina & Tommy

Twerk was the word, now it’s passé
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny display
Flash that fabric like it’s gold
Show me
Baby
What you sold
You got the moves
I got the beat
Let’s make the night
Incomplete
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Neon lights
Your body speaks
Shadows dancing
Curves that peek
Every step’s a masterpiece
Put on a show
Never cease
You got the vibe
I got the stage
Let’s write a story
Turn the page
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Velvet ropes
And candy lips
You sell the dream
With every twist
Mirror ball
And latex shine
You’re the headline
Every time
You got the look
I got the lens
Let’s break the rules
Forget the trends
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Swipe it fast
Make the moment last
Freaky
Freaky
On the beat
This sale’s wild
Can’t feel defeat
You’re the ad
You’re the tease
You’re the clickbait
On your knees
You’re the product
You’re the pitch
You’re the fantasy
In the glitch
I’m the buyer
You’re the brand
We’re the fire
On demand
This ain’t love
This ain’t fate
It’s a sale
And it’s too late
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat

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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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G-String by Hot Cookie♨️ 🍪

" In the quiet of the night, dreams arise,

Dancing visions, a heart’s prize.

Twirling hopes, leaping fears,

A ballet of whispers, the mind hears.

 

Moonlit wishes, stars that gleam,

Set the stage for a dream’s dream.

With every twirl, a story’s told,

Of desires young and old.

 

As dawn breaks, the dance does end,

But in our hearts, the steps ascend.

For every dream, though fleeting, fast,

Leaves a footprint, forever to last."


Enjoy your night and the dance 💃🏿🕺


Into The Night_Part 2_REC_23-08-25.mp3

Werewolf

Music that tells the tale of a river of people stretching out behind me, to another land and another life; a land scarred by cruelty and an existence no better than slavery back in the time of The Great Hunger.

The lady pictured on the cover artwork is my Great Grandmother Bridget Wynne, born just after the worst of the Great Hunger had passed, and who, like millions of others, left her home for a better life. I’m not all that sure she found it. Although her family somehow survived the worst, Bridget remained small -  somewhere around 4 feet 6 inches (1.37m) - and bird-like for her entire life.

She is the only one of my older Irish relatives of whom I have a photograph .

An Gorta Mór

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I play music for those seeking depth, for the passionate, for those who truly feel the music ❣️ Not for the mainstream or the masses !
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Into The Night_Part 2_REC_23-08-25.mp3

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