Same lips, same smile
You've been here for a while
Same dance, new disguise
But I can see it in your eyes

Chasing love in mirrored rooms
Selling truth with a wild perfume
But every pleasure fades when the night is done
'Cause there’s nothing new under the sun

We try so hard to get attention
Making sure that we don't mention
Things that may put us in detention
Finding love in a lost dimension

We keep spinning around
No one holding us down
Calling crazy normal 
Praying righteously
With both knees on the ground

We touch, we fall, we come undone
There’s nothing new under the sun
No matter what the monsters have done 
There’s nothing new under the sun

Same hearts, same minds
They've left us all behind
They mess it up, we pay the price
Hoping for some sage advice

Another name, another face
Still spinning in the same old place
Time doesn’t care what we become
There’s nothing new under the sun

We try so hard to get attention
Making sure that we don't mention
Things that may put us in detention
Finding love in a lost dimension

We keep spinning around
No one holding us down
Calling crazy normal 
Praying righteously
With both knees on the ground

We touch, we fall, we come undone
There’s nothing new under the sun
No matter what the monsters have done 
There’s nothing new under the sun

We thought we were gods
Building empires on the floor
But the echoes knew us long before

Another kiss, another high
But the truth don’t lie
It just waits in silence
For your soul to cry

Same room, same beat
Same lies that make us incomplete
We act like it’s Revelation
But it’s just the rotation of pure temptation

We try so hard to get attention
Making sure that we don't mention
Things that may put us in detention
Finding love in a lost dimension

We keep spinning around
No one holding us down
Calling crazy normal 
Praying righteously
With both knees on the ground

We touch, we fall, we come undone
There’s nothing new under the sun
No matter what the monsters have done 
There’s nothing new under the sun

Skeleton Crew - Nothing New

Nuclear Sunrise

Step Back and Re-Adjust

A tribute to Stan

Hey, can you hear me now? I'm screaming through the silence 
Caught inside a storm, tangled in defiance 

If you ever feel alone, like no one understands 
Just know I’m by your side, reaching out my hand 

I'm your greatest fan 

I'm your greatest fan (Tribute to Stan)

Cheap Disguise

She wasn’t born with a name that sang
But the forest knew her before she came
A child with hands too small to hold
But the strings bent down and made her bold…
[Verse 1: Fingerpicked guitar, slow phrasing, long rhymes]
She found it in a pawnshop case
Dust on the frets, no saving grace
A body bruised, a neck gone dry
But still it hummed when she walked by
She touched it once, it didn’t flinch
The grain was cracked, the bridge a pinch
But something whispered through the stain
A voice that knew her kind of pain
(But something whispered through the stain
A voice that knew her kind of pain)
She took it home, no lessons taught
Just fingers bleeding what she thought
She didn’t strum, she didn’t plead
She let it teach her what she’d need
The chords came slow, the notes came wrong
But still it held her all night long
And in that Mahogany, she found her name
Not carved in fame, but born in flame..a fire that today let's us all know her name( all know her name ...all know her name)
[Verse 2: , bass groove, odd rhyming cadence]
She played for ghosts, for kitchen chairs
For empty rooms and midnight stares
She sang to walls that wouldn’t bend
To lovers who forgot the end
She wrote in ink that wouldn’t dry
She prayed in keys that made her cry
(She wrote in ink that wouldn’t dry
She prayed in keys that made her cry)
But through it all, that guitar stayed
The only thing she never betrayed
It held her close when no one did
It knew the child she kept well hid
It didn’t ask, it didn’t speak
But gave her voice when she felt weak
(It didn’t ask, it didn’t speak
But gave her voice when she felt weak)
She didn’t need a stage or light
Just wood and wire and sleepless night
She didn’t need applause or fame
Just one more song to stake her claim
(She didn’t need applause or fame
Just one more song to stake her claim)
[Bridge: Strip back to guitar and voice, then build with bass riffs]
She was baptized in mahogany( baptized in mahogany)
Not water, not wine, not prophecy
She was saved by sound, by string, by tone
By something built to feel alone
She didn’t rise, she didn’t fall
She just became the sound of all
(She didn’t rise, she didn’t fall
She just became the sound of all)
baptized in mahogany( baptized in mahogany)
The girl, the ghost, the flame, the fight
The one who played to make things right
[Verse 3: emotional phrasing, long rhymes]
Now she stands where silence grows
Where rivers hum and memory flows
She plays for those who never knew
That music’s not what you walk through
It’s what you hold when breath runs thin
When love won’t start, but won’t give in
It’s what you clutch when words betray
When all you’ve got is what you play
(When all you’ve got is what you play)
When all you’ve got is what you play
She doesn’t speak, she doesn’t preach
She lets the notes do what they teach
She lets the wood become her skin
The strings her blood, the sound her sin
She doesn’t bow, she doesn’t beg
She walks with rhythm in her legs
She is the song, the soul, the flame
The one who never played for fame
(never played for fame)
never played for fame
[Outro: Repetitive echoes, fading guitar,  bass heartbeat]
Baptized in mahogany…
She found her truth in melody…
Baptized in mahogany…
She played, and that was all she’d be…
Baptized in mahogany…(Baptized in mahogany)…
Baptized in mahogany…She found her truth ..in ...melody…

🌹Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.

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Baptized in Mahogany by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

God Is A Weapon (Falling In Reverse) - REMIX (Reworked) - Nu Metal

Tear down the Borders

A mid-tempo pop-rap track about claiming one’s voice and stepping into self-expression. Lyrics focus on empowerment, defiance, and the journey from silence to confident proclamation. Punchy drums, warm driving bass, electric guitars, ambient synths, and layered vocals alternate between rap verses and soaring sung choruses, creating an intense, cinematic atmosphere that emphasizes personal liberation.

Break the Silence

A rock version of this will be produced. This country track will not be released on Spotify or Apple Music.

The Man Who Walked Away

DON'T TAKE THAT MARK (1)

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

Baptized in Mahogany by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

Edwin Balder

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