Singing in shadows where dreams are made
Voices lost in echoes of the noise parade
Penning lines of longing on the midnight page
Waiting for our moment to light up the stage

Hands in the air let's take a stand
New music rising through the land
Hands in the air let's take a stand
New music rising through the land
Old power crumbles as we're breaking through
Chasing melodies in colors bright and new
Notes fly like sparrows in the sky so wide
This time we're here to claim our rightful stride
Choir of dreamers lift your voice
This is the anthem of your choice
Hands in the air let's take a stand
New music rising through the land
Hands in the air let's take a stand
New music rising through the land
Sound waves crashing bringing waves of change
Every song a story every face a name
The radio's a stage and we're center frame
Time to take the spotlight burn this bright flame

Hands in the air let's take a stand
New music rising through the land
Chasing echoes of the ones who broke the mold
Turning whispers into strikes of pure gold
We rise from the silence no more being sold
A new anthem born out of tales never told
Choir of dreamers lift your voice
This is the anthem of your choice
Hands in the air let's take a stand
New music rising through the land
Hands in the air let's take a stand
New music rising through the land
Chasing echoes of the ones who broke the mold
Turning whispers into strikes of pure gold
We rise from the silence no more being sold
A new anthem born out of tales never told
Choir of dreamers lift your voice
This is the anthem of your choice
Hands in the air let's take a stand
New music rising through the land
Hands in the air let's take a stand
New music rising through the land
Hands in the air let's take a stand
New music rising through the land


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Anthem Of The Underdogs by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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Mismatched Hearts

Learning To Let Go

I can touch the sunset...
The Denim Chronicles by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Faded blue with frayed old seams
Worn through miles in my jeans
From road trips to concert scenes
Stitched up memories in between
Grass stains from festival fields
Muddy boots from weapon yields
Woodstock warrior signed and sealed
All those moments slowly healed
But time it's got its way
Chasing youth no slow delay
Jeans like stories in decay
Gotta let them go today
Pockets full of ticket stubs
Bar naps and forgotten loves
Denim tales from Mississippi clubs
Vintage threads that fit like gloves
Tears of laughter worn in pride
We faced the storms and wild rides
Frayed medicine for broken tides
Lived those moments side by side
But time it's got its way
Chasing youth no slow delay
Jeans like stories in decay
Gotta let them go today

The Denim Chronicles by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Lost & Found REMIX🍋 @user-297959700 Thomas Mierkiewicz for FAWM 2/26/2025
Written by Kate E. Stanton 2/9/2025
Lost & Found
I don't know where it starts, & I don't know how it ends.
But I know that I'm lost again, found again, & how will I ever begin?
I drew a line in the sand while the iron gates of Alexander stand.
I'm somewhere in between, 3 bears & me,
Too little, too much is never just what I need, no!

Where do I go? Where does this lead me? How will I know?
Every step I take feels like I'm chasing my own ghost,
Running through this maze where I needed answers most.
Just keep it moving, slowly, 'til my path unfolds.
C'mon, let's go!

Every path whispers, "Hey! Hey, hey!"
Over here, over there—it's a game, hey!
Every choice has a price to pay,
No regrets yet—is that just what they say?
Roll of the die 'til we die,
Climb to heaven's spiral steps of steel.
I question everything—authority, gravity,
& the Blade of Evil's Bane is never the same, no.

Where do I go? Where does this lead me? How will I know?
Every step I take feels like I'm chasing my own ghost,
Running through this maze where I needed answers most.
Just keep it moving, slowly, 'til my path unfolds.
C'mon, let's go!

Move slow.
One foot... then another.

Where do I go? Where does this lead me? How will I know?
Every step I take feels like I'm chasing my own ghost,
Running through this maze where I needed answers most.
Just keep it moving, slowly, 'til my path unfolds.
C'mon, let's go!

Lost & Found Remix (Feat. Lemonbrew)

Produced by🍋 @user-297959700 Thomas Mierkiewicz 3/4/2025
Written & Performed by Kate E. Stanton 2/1/2025
Sketch by Kelley Booze 2/1/2025

Lyrics:
You know it takes all kinds
this country mouse
in the big city's blinding lights
now she's off the wheel
her rat race is done, she won
to the rhythm of her own heart drum 🥁

& it goes
ahhhhhh

She's done with the chase
shadows left behind
let them integrate cuz she is on her own time
as the city fades, it can get cumbersome
fighting dreams, she won
to the rhythm of her own war drum 🥁

& it goes
ahhhhhh

Her war cry---ahhhhhh

War Cry (feat. Lemonbrew)

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)

backroads & bonfires

Some things you say just to get them out, not because you expect an answer. Paper Lanterns is about lighting something small and letting it go—maybe it reaches someone, maybe it doesn’t, but at least you sent it. It’s about holding onto hope, even when you don’t know if anyone’s listening.

Paper Lanterns

Too Many Times by George.
From Volume III Side B of the Band of Georges.

Music and lyrics by G. Davies.
Composed 2nd May 1983, 11:15am to 11:43am.

Recorded July 1986.
Mixed October 1986.
Lifted from cassette March 2025.

Copyright © 1986 & 2025 Wud Records.
Copyright ℗ 1982 Explicit Music.

Fun Facts:
This song was written the day after That's No Way to Pay a Bodyguard and Two Timer.
It is in the key of E minor.
George's Dad liked the guitar in this one.
We were surprised at how long it was.
There was some sort of accident with a playback, a live track and a punch pedal somewhere in the middle.
It was never performed by a band.

See also:
https://www.wudrecords.co.uk/miscellaneous/band-of-georges/
https://www.wudrecords.co.uk/miscellaneous/band-of-georges/volume-iii-side-b/
https://www.wudrecords.co.uk/news/band-of-georges-release-permission-granted/
https://linktr.ee/wudrecords

Volume III Side B

Too Many Times

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Band of Georges: Too Many Times

Where Wildflowers Grow   by Edwin H. Balder
I walked that old dirt road at sundown,
where the fences lean like time standing still.
Dust and memory rose beneath my footsteps,
the front porch waiting, silent on the hill.
Every summer evening, I heard them call me home,
but tonight, it’s just the wind, whispering alone.
They built this life with love and grace,
now only wildflowers take their place.
[acoustic guitar and soft strings instrumental hook]
Where wildflowers grow, where love still lingers,
where younger hearts crossed their fingers.
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
A rocking chair beneath a covered sky,
where fireflies once lit up my dreams.
Her apron smelled like sugar and roses,
his boots left prints by the old oak tree.
Every lesson, every laugh, every tear I came to shed,
are etched between these walls, though they’re long since left.
They built this life with love and grace,
now only wildflowers take their place.
Where wildflowers grow, where love still lingers,
where younger hearts crossed their fingers.
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
The gate still swings, though no one’s waiting,
only heaven’s hands can hold them now.
But every season still brings back their laughter,
on a breeze that wraps me in their vow.
So I step inside the house they left behind,
but find their love in petals soft and kind.
They built this life with love and grace,
now only wildflowers take their place.
Where wildflowers grow, where love still lingers,
where younger hearts crossed their fingers.
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
[acoustic guitar and soft strings instrumental hook]
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
 wildflowers grow... wild........flowers
.............. grow!

Where Wildflowers Grow by Hot Cookie

In the shadows of Apache Junction, at the foot of the majestic Superstition Mountains, sits a weathered hacienda. This desert oasis is home to an enigmatic figure, a songwriter whose journey reads like a long, dusty road of honky-tonk bars and college cafeterias. He wasn't chasing fame or glitter; instead, he chose the soul-crushing beauty of music for music's sake.

Years spent hunched over sticky barroom tables and scribbling lyrics on napkins earned him a reputation—not in the spotlight but in the back rooms where deals are made. He wrote melodies that found their way into the hearts of stars who had lost their own muse. He sold his creations for cash, with no recognition, but the whisper of his songs carried the weight of his soul.

Finally, he bought this piece of desert paradise—a stable income from his timeless songs allowed him to live comfortably, if anonymously. Here in this hacienda, with his family beside him and the mountains as his backdrop, he found the peace to write hits under his own name. He chuckled at the irony that now, without chasing fame, he could create music that brought him joy.

In the end, it was never about the spotlight. It was about the journey, the stories, and the songs that wrote themselves through his life. As the sun set behind the Superstitions, casting long shadows over the hacienda, he strummed his guitar and sang—content, unknown, and unburdened by the world's gaze.


Copyright 2019 Edwin H. Balder

I may be dead when fame comes but my real glory was always JULIE & The Kids. Thank you for such love

Anthem Of The Underdogs by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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