For the first time, country music takes center stage in a spectacular new musical. Featuring the most captivating country music score ever produced, "Farm to Fame" is poised to become a legendary staple in the world of music. Each track immerses you in the heartwarming and rugged beauty of country life, both on the farm and on the music stage.

From heartfelt ballads to toe-tapping anthems, the soundtrack of "Farm to Fame" captures the essence of the glory and pain experienced on the journey to becoming a country star. The songs will linger in your heart, creating memories and melodies that last a lifetime.

As we prepare to bring this extraordinary production to life, we are thrilled to welcome your casting suggestions. For now, we proudly present the music of "Farm to Fame" for all to enjoy. Join us in celebrating this vibrant ode to country living and musical dreams.

FARM TO FAME The COUNTRY MUSICAL Soundtrack by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

For Every Ranch that has a guitar....

Country Star Disguise By Edwin H. Balder

(intro)Pencil, paper 6 strings, writings country songs 
Working on the farm and hoping to be gone
Dreams of Nashville one day
Daydreaming folks hear me play
Still believing my songs find way
Next up at the the Bluebird café

(chours)Sun comes up 2 hours after I rise
yet I am still working under starlit skies
My songs tells my story
of telling myself lies
bout singing on a stage
my country star disguise
bout singing on a stage
my country star disguise

(verse 1 )An honorable life working the the land
but I long for applause from the grandstand
Dreams of closing the barn door
Daydreaming of going on tour
Still Believing I'm so much more
Next up performer at the Music Store

(chours) Sun comes up 2 hours after I rise
yet I am still working under starlit skies
My songs tells my story
of telling myself lies
bout singing on a stage
my country star disguise
bout singing on a stage
my country star disguise

(Verse 2) Today Millie's calves will finally be born
Tomorrow they say there's gonna be a storm
Dreams about the clouds coming in
Daydreaming they wash away who I've been
Still believing with chances so thin
Next up for sure my music will win


(chours)Sun comes up 2 hours after I rise
yet I am still working under starlit skies
my songs tells my story
of telling myself lies
bout singing on a stage
my country star disguise
bout singing on a stage
my country star disguise

(Outro) So rare two calves born ...the Lord to thank
One named Dolly and one named Hank

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Country Star Disguise By Edwin H. Balder

Making contact with hope...

Be What You Want To Be by Songwriter by Edwin H. Balder

Pops of color out the window on  my tour days,
when I could drive to gigs forever,
like sunsets painted on my soul,
or secrets whispered in storm-ee weather.
 Nobody can decipher nature’s code,
Or the music path I  endeavor,
Guitar strings strummed on twilight’s road
Where dreams dance like leaves that fall forever

Highways humm with echos 
like melodies from the stage
Notes tonight like fireflies, refusing to arrange,
hopeing applause removes sorrow from each  newday 
you hit the road again......  set up...get ready to play

Beneath the neon glow of roadside signs,
and jukebox heros sing their worn-out lines,
I  try and cure my pain with each shot of  whiskey,
I'd call home but pretty sure nobody is gonna miss me

Play songs of love lost in desert dust,
Of coyote howls and hearts that rust,
as I listen, my guitar against my chest,
In that dim-lit bar, where time took a rest.

Nobody can decipher nature’s code,
Or the music path I  so endeavor,
Guitar strings strummed on twilight’s road
Where dreams danced like leaves that fall forever


Highways humm with echos 
like melodies from the stage
Notes tonight like fireflies, refusing to arrange,
hopeing applause removes sorrow from each  newday 
you hit the road again......  set up...get ready to play

The jukebox spun old country tunes,
And I wondered  where  I was now marooned,
 someplace Between yesterday’s regrets and tomorrow’s  finger nail moon 

Pops of color
along the road of a
sad song symphony,
Where highways lead to no place and you be what you want  to be
My words, my notes, my music....... my music destiny
Where highways lead to no place and you can be what you want  to be

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

Be What You Want To Be by Songwriter by Edwin H. Balder

From farm to studio is often the way

Goodbye To Yesterday By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

In a small town, under a faded sun, she walks the worn-out streets alone,
Her memories like old photographs, a past she can’t disown.

The jukebox hums old melodies, tales of love and loss,
As she sips her whiskey neat,  remembering what desire costs.

Nostalgia’s grip won’t let her go, it’s etched in every line,
A love once fierce, now echoes soft, like a distant church bell's chime.

She wears her heartache like a badge, stitched into her denim sleeve,
And the jukebox spins those old tunes, reminding her to believe.


 Her hands calloused from honest work, tending her humble farm,
The soil knows her secrets—the dreams she’s kept warm.

But love slipped through her fingers, like grains of desert sand,
And pride, like stubborn weeds, took root in this unforgiving land.

 Nostalgia’s grip won’t let her go, it’s etched in every line,
A love once fierce, now echoes soft, like a distant church bell’s chime.

She wears her heartache like a badge, stitched into her denim sleeve,
And the jukebox spins those old tunes, reminding her to believe.

 One night, beneath a star-strewn sky, she met a stranger’s eyes.
His voice, like honey, promises sweet
temptation in disguise.
But loneliness had taught her caution; she danced but didn’t fall,
For doubt  was her compass, guiding her past any romance call

 Now the city lights beckon, skyscrapers scrape the heavens above,
She leaves behind the fields and fences, chasing dreams of love.

In crowded bars, she sings her truth, a voice both raw and true,
And the neon signs reflect her soul— the hope, she never knew

 Nostalgia’s grip won’t let her go, it’s etched in every line,
A love once fierce, now echoes soft, like a distant church bell’s chime.
She wears her heartache like a badge, stitched into her denim sleeve,
And the jukebox spins those old tunes, reminding her to believe.

she sold the farm to buy a dream
to speak her truth and play
goodby to tending sorrow
goodbye to yesterday

she sold the farm to buy a dream
to speak her truth and play
goodby to tending sorrow
goodbye to yesterday
goodbye to yesterday


Link to best of my country crossover 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

Goodbye To Yesterday By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Heard 'em up now...

Part of the FARM TO FAME COUNTRY MUSICAL soundtrack by Edwin H. Balder featured here:
https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/farmtofame/s-1a3nJHSCykk?si=071468dedf224cf8a9c463fc326079da&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Steak On A Plate by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Out on the range, where the cattle roam free, Under the wide, open sky, living our life free, With the sun beating down, and dust in our face, We know what it takes to put a steak on a plate.


We ride through the night, and we work through the day, With sweat on our brows, and the cattle at bay. From the fields to the table, it's a long, winding way, We know what it takes to put a steak on a plate around here, We know what it takes to put a steak on a plate.


Through the storms and the rain, and the cold winter's chill, We keep pushing on, with a heart and a will. With the herd by our side, and the stars as our guide, We know what it takes to put a steak on a plate.

We ride through the night, and we work through the day, With sweat on our brows, and the cattle at bay. From the fields to the table, it's a long, winding way, We know what it takes to put a steak on a plate around here, We know what it takes to put a steak on a plate.


It's the life that we choose, and the path that we take, With pride in our hearts, and the risks that we stake. For the love of the land, work early work late, We know what it takes to put a steak on a plate.


We ride through the night, and we work through the day, With sweat on our brows, and the cattle at bay. From the fields to the table, it's a long, winding way, We know what it takes to put a steak on a plate around here, We know what it takes to put a steak on a plate.


So here's to the cowboys, and the life that we lead, With the strength in our hands, and the mouths that we feed. For the work that we do, and the dreams that we chase, We know what it takes to put a steak on a plate around here, We know what it takes to put a steak on a plate

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

Steak On A Plate by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

The opening number to country musical "Farm To Fame" Soundtrack Album out now here: 
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Farm To Fame   by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Every farm has a family, with stories to tell, In the heart of the country, where hopes often dwell. From fields of gold to skies so blue, A guitar’s strum can make dreams come true.

She bought her land , worked it with pride, Till a burning dream called from inside. Packed her bags, left the farm behind, Headed to the city, her dreams to find.
Dreamers on a journey, hearts full of fire, Chasing down the music, fueled by desire. From the fields to the stage, they’ll find their way, In the tale of Farm to Fame, ..and back again (and back again)
He worked the fields with his dad’s guiding hand, But the farm was lost to the bank’s demand. With a heavy heart and a song in his soul, He set out for the city, to make himself whole.
Dreamers on a journey, hearts full of fire, Chasing down the music, fueled by desire. From the fields to the stage, they’ll find their way, In the tale of Farm to Fame, ..and back again (and back again)
Love and loss, rejection and pain, Through the storms and sunshine, they’ll rise again. In the lights of the city, through the highs and lows, Their songs united, as their legend grows.
on the road two paths that collide, In a whirlwind of music, where dreams reside. From the heartland they came, to the stars they’ll aim, In the story of Farm to Fame...and back again (and back again)
Dreamers on a journey, hearts full of fire, Chasing down the music, fueled by desire. From the fields to the stage, they’ll find their way, In the tale of Farm to Fame, ..and back again (and back again)
So listen to the story, of love and hope so grand, Dreamers who dared to take a stand. From the farm to the fame and back again,sweet dreams they’ll claim, In the heartwarming tale of Farm to Fame...and back again
In the heartwarming tale of Farm to Fame...and back again ( and back again)

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

Farm To Fame   by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Merry Christmas To You!

Cowboy Christmas Eve by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Underneath the starry skies, on this silent night, A cowboy rides the open plains, bathed in silver light. With a lonesome heart, he wanders through the whispering pines, Dreaming of a Christmas Eve, where love and hope entwine.

 Just a cowboy Christmas, out here on my own, With the cattle and the heavens, I ain't really alone. Though I wish for someone to hold me tight, I got the memories and the stars so bright. Just a Cowboy Christmas eve tonight (Cowboy Christmas eve tonight)
 The fire crackles softly, casting shadows on the ground, As I sit by the campfire, a peaceful silence found. I think about the loved ones, miles and years away, And wonder if they’re dreaming of a cowboy's holiday.

Just a cowboy Christmas, out here on my own, With the cattle and the heavens, I ain't really alone. Though I wish for someone to hold me tight, I got the memories and the stars so bright. Just a Cowboy Christmas eve tonight (Cowboy Christmas eve tonight)

The fire crackles softly, casting shadows on the ground, As I sit by the campfire, a peaceful silence found. I think about the loved ones, miles and years away, And wonder if they’re dreaming of a cowboy's holiday.

 Just a cowboy Christmas, out here on my own, With the cattle and the heavens, I ain't really alone. Though I wish for someone to hold me tight, I got the memories and the stars so bright. Just a Cowboy Christmas eve tonight (Cowboy Christmas eve tonight)
 Snowflakes gently falling, decorating all I see, A reminder of the simple joys this night can always be. I whisper to the twilight, hoping they can hear, That though I’m far away tonight, my heart is always near.

 As the night grows colder, and the winds begin to moan, I hum a Christmas melody, feeling not so alone. For I carry with me always, the love from long ago, In the spirit of this season, I let that feeling show.

 Just a cowboy Christmas, out here on my own, With the cattle and the heavens, I ain't really alone. Though I wish for someone to hold me tight, I got the memories and the stars so bright. Just a cowboy Christmas eve, before  Christmas Day..............Just a cowboy Christmas eve, before  Christmas Day.

 So here’s to every cowboy, under the starlit sky, May you find your peace and joy as this holy night goes by. For even in the silence, love can find its way, Just a cowboy Christmas eve, before  Christmas Day..............Just a cowboy Christmas eve, before  Christmas Day.

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

Cowboy Christmas Eve by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

A TREASURE AND A HANDFUL by NOVA J

I’ll never forget when we met
Told you not to take me seriously
Isn’t that sad?
Now here we are, we’ve come so far
Still together after all this time
And I’m so glad

I had a lot of healing to do
I was in pieces, you were the glue

You saw what nobody else could see
Beyond my broken personality
You gave me all your love for free
You saw the hidden treasure in me

I’m a treasure and a handful
Poison pleasure, it was painful
But you never called me shameful
You’re a treasure and a handful

High beams in a taxi cab
Scanning sidewalks for someone to grab
Me and a stranger sharing a room
Fighting off the impending doom
But you found me there
No judgment, just care

All the others held a grudge
But you never held back love

You saw what nobody else could see
Beyond my broken personality
You gave me all your love for free
You saw the hidden treasure in me

I’m a treasure and a handful
Poison pleasure, it was painful
But you never called me shameful
You’re a treasure and a handful

Oh, the world is breaking, creating
Oh, the tides are rising, cascading
Oh, the earth is shaking, rearranging
But through it all, you’re the one I call

Helping break my fall
Standing strong and tall

You saw what nobody else could see
Beyond my broken personality
You gave me all your love for free
You saw the hidden treasure in me

I’m a treasure and a handful
Poison pleasure, it was painful
But you never called me shameful
You’re a treasure and a handful

A TREASURE AND A HANDFUL

ANALOG by NOVA J

In my dreams I’m back in ‘93
In the office, computer-free
Fluorescent lights and rotary
Full of vintage machinery

Oh, I long to be analog (analog)
Yeah, I long to be analog (analog)

Off the grid
Analog
(Off the grid
Analog)

Yes to corded simplicity
No to scrolling anxiety
TV static serenity
In my dreams I’m back in ‘93

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

Off the grid
Analog
(Off the grid
Analog)

In my dreams I’m trauma-free
Blur the bad that happened to me
Rose-colored glasses, simplicity
In my dreams I’m back in ‘93

Oh, I long to be analog (analog)
Yeah, I long to be analog (analog)

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

Yeah, I wanna be analog (analog)
Oh, I wanna be analog (analog)

ANALOG

🎶 CREDITS 🎶

Words & Music: Roger Whittlesey
Lead & Background Vocals, Keyboards: Roger Whittlesey
Guitar: Harry Jacobson (Philadelphia, PA)
Bass: Noel Barrett (Cork City, Ireland)
Production & Arrangement: Roger Whittlesey
Mixing & Mastering: Roger Whittlesey
Thank you for listening! If you enjoyed Between the Lines, please like, comment, and subscribe for more music. Your support means the world! 🎵✨

🎸 "Between the Lines" – Roger Whittlesey feat. Harry Jacobson & Noel Barrett

Get ready for an electrifying ride! Between the Lines is an upbeat, heartfelt song about love that lingers just out of reach. Featuring the incredible virtuoso guitar work of Harry Jacobson (Philadelphia, PA) and the rock-solid bass groove of Noel Barrett (Cork City, Ireland), this track delivers emotion, energy, and unforgettable melodies.

Written and performed by Roger Whittlesey, who brings soaring vocals, rich harmonies, and dynamic keys, Between the Lines is packed with passion from start to finish. And don’t miss the standout guitar solo and fiery outro—this one is a must-listen!

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Between the Lines

Good Enough

The Things We Do for Love is a pop song about the sacrifices and challenges people face in relationships. With catchy melodies and thoughtful lyrics, it highlights both the joy and pain of love. The song captures how far we’re willing to go to keep love alive, despite difficulties.

The things we do for love

So I declare the merry month of May to be "Musical May" (as in song, dance and play).

Starting with a song that probably needs no introduction.

"All the Things You Are" is a song composed by Jerome Kern with lyrics written by Oscar Hammerstein II.
The song was written for the musical Very Warm for May in 1939.

Joining me is mezzo-soprano Bethan Morris, and we're accompanied by harpist Eilian Gwynn.

Let the fun begin. We hope you'll enjoy!

All The Things You Are (Very Warm for May - Kern/Hammerstein - with Bethan Morris and Eilian Gwynn)

"This song isn’t about performance... it’s about survival.
I live with autism, constant mental noise, and the pain of losing my ability to create with my hands. When the chaos inside becomes too much, the only peace I find is in music.
This track is how I process, how I breathe, how I stay.
If you’ve ever felt overwhelmed, unseen, or like you’re running from your own thoughts…
I made this for you too."
💙🎷💭 #NeurodivergentVoices #AutisticArtist #MusicAsMedicine

****Lyrics****

My brain’s not wired the way it should be,
It hums and flickers constantly.
Patterns flood me, sounds collide,
So I shape the storm I hold inside.
My dad saw the blueprints in my stare,
Let me build, let me breathe, let me repair.
Where others saw mess, I saw machines,
And he saw the music in my in-betweens.

I used to draw, to twist, to weld,
My hands could echo what my mind held.
And when the noise got too loud to bear,
I’d pick up my sax, and I was there.
No sheet music, just me and the sound,
Playing what I felt, not what I’d found.
I’d slip into songs like a second skin,
And the world would hush from deep within.

I don’t write songs to sing along,
I write when I’ve held it in too long.
It’s not for fame, or a radio track,
It’s to help my mind find its way back.
When I don’t write, I start to drown,
So I turn my overload into sound.

You see talent, I see weight,
Thoughts that crash and reverberate.
I hear harmony in the sound of fans,
Basslines in pipes, chords in hands.
Ideas claw at me when I try to sleep,
Rhythms that haunt instead of keep.
So I write not to create, but to release,
To bargain for just one hour of peace.

Some call me a genius, it makes me flinch,
There’s a thin line here, and it’s barely an inch.
Passed out at my desk more times than I know,
Because the noise won’t stop, and I can’t let go.
But your words hold me like steady hands,
You listen, you lift, and that still stands.
You don’t just like what I create,
You remind me I can still translate.

I don’t write songs to feel adored,
I write because I’m coming apart at the core.
It’s not performance, it’s not control,
It’s how I channel what’s stolen my soul.
So if you hear my work and feel seen,
Know I wrote it just to stay between.

There’s no off switch in my skull.
No quiet room. No empty hull.
But Music makes it breathable.
Makes it bearable.
Makes me visible.

I don’t write songs to entertain,
I write because they buffer the pain.
You think it’s talent, but it’s how I cope.
I turn the flood into fragile hope.
And if my music helped you sleep tonight…
Then maybe, I’ll sleep too.
Just for a while.
That’s enough.

I don’t sing.
I survive.
And this,
This is how I stay alive.

I Don’t Write Songs "I Survive”

Now it's time for a little vacation to get some new inspiration. Wishing everyone a lovely summer. Hope to see you all again later. Take care...
THOMAS GT 🫶🙏🎶🏖️

A tribute to the eighties❤️🫶🎶🙋‍♂️🙋‍♂️

Do You Remember is a nostalgic song about looking back on a past love and cherished moments. The lyrics reflect longing, bittersweet memories, and the hope that those feelings were mutual. With a gentle melody and emotional depth, the song captures the ache of remembering what once was and what’s now lost.

Do you remember

you don't have to say a thing

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

Be What You Want To Be by Songwriter by Edwin H. Balder

Edwin Balder

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