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

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

Being a better man.....

Doing Dishes by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

 Barroom brawls, and endless nights, Now it’s bedtime stories, kids' delights.

 Used to party hard, never turned down a fight, 
But then I met you and got my life right. 
Kids in the bed, turned on the porch light, 
In the kitchen doing dishes
 with the misses, 
On a Saturday night.
doing dishes with the misses, On a Saturday night


 Rodeo nights, adrenaline’s rush, Now it’s home, love’s gentle hush. From wild rides to bedtime prayers, Trading chaos for care bears

 Used to party hard, never turned down a fight, But then I met you and got my life right. Kids in the bed, turned on the porch light, In the kitchen doing dishes with the misses, On a Saturday night.doing dishes with the misses, On a Saturday night

 From the spotlight’s glare to the quiet of home, 
In your arms, I’ve found my own. Swapping wild for a love that’s true, Every day falling...back...in love ...with you....

 From the jukebox tunes to lullabies, Found my heart in your loving eyes. No more chasing fleeting thrills
building a home paying the bills

 Used to party hard, never turned down a fight, But then I met you and got my life right. Kids in the bed, turned on the porch light, In the kitchen doing dishes with the misses, On a Saturday night.
doing dishes with the misses, On a Saturday night....................

 Every night, our story’s told, In the warmth of love, growing old. From the wild to the tender nights, Every Saturday, .....with you.... feels just right. 
Every Saturday, .....with you.... feels just right. ..........................

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

Doing Dishes  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Heard 'em up now...

Part of the FARM TO FAME COUNTRY MUSICAL soundtrack by Edwin H. Balder featured here:
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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

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Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
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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
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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

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

Lose Controle is a playful pop song about all the awkward, clumsy things that happen when you’re in love. With a pop beat and funny lyrics, it captures tripping over words, nervous smiles, and silly mistakes, turning them into a charming celebration of love’s messy, unpredictable, and wonderfully human side.

Lose controle

What was it like? You can tell me.
You ripped my heart out—for what?
What could make you lose me…
When I was everything you said you wanted?
I gave you mornings, I gave you grace
Held your secrets, kissed your face
You said I was your only truth
But now she’s wearing all my youth
I saw the way you looked at her
Like I was never even there
You built a future on my name
Then lit it up and walked away
Why did you leave me and love that girl instead?
Was it her laugh, her lips, the lies she fed?
I was your home, your fire, your thread
So why did you leave me…
And love that girl instead?
I gave you songs you never heard
Wrote you poems without a word
You said I was your deepest ache
But now she’s dancing in my place
I saw the texts, I felt the shift
You gave her all I thought was gift
You called me magic, called me muse
But now I’m just the one you lose
Why did you leave me and love that girl instead?
Was it her ease, her shine, the games she led?
I was your storm, your calm, your bed
So why did you leave me…
And love that girl instead?
Was I too much when you needed less?
Too honest when you craved finesse?
Did I bleed too bright, love too loud—
While she just smiled and made you proud?
I held the storm so you could sleep
Built you altars, buried deep
But you chose silence over truth
And her perfume over proof
So tell me now, was it ever real?
Or just a game you played to feel?
I was the fire you couldn’t hold
So you ran to something cold Why did you leave me and love that girl instead?
Was it her mask, her charm, the words she said?
I was your truth, your fight, your thread
So why did you leave me…
And love that girl instead?
What was it like? You can tell me.
You ripped my heart out—for what?
What could make you lose me…
When I was everything you said you wanted?
Why did you leave me…
And love that girl instead?

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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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What Was It Like by Hot Cookie♨️ 🍪

Illusions in the mirror, I trace what isn’t mine
A thousand faces flicker, lost between the lines
I wore a hundred costumes, I danced in borrowed shoes
But every time you near me, I forget what I can’t lose
I disappear, I disappear
No more shadows, no more fear
I disappear, I disappear
And something new begins to clear
To unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
My history’s a puzzle, scattered on the floor
You never asked for answers, just opened up the door
I stepped into the silence, where truth begins to sing
And found my voice inside it, not just echoes in the wings
I disappear, I disappear
No more hiding, no more fear
I disappear, I disappear
And suddenly it’s crystal clear
To unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
I was a mime in motion, a magician with no spell
A mask upon a mirror, a secret I couldn’t tell
But you saw through the silence, through the smoke and through the show
And gave me back the pieces I forgot I used to know
To unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
I disappear, I disappear
No more hiding, no more fear
I disappear, I disappear
And suddenly it’s crystal clear
To unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
I was a mime in motion, a magician with no spell
A mask upon a mirror, a secret I couldn’t tell
But you saw through the silence, through the smoke and through the show
And gave me back the pieces I forgot I used to know
To unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
o unlock what love does
To unlock what love does
I become more than I was
To unlock what love does
what love does
what ..love .....does...

What Love Does by Hot Cookie♨️ 🍪

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♨️ 🍪

Wish someone would go through my life with a red pen
Circle all the places I should’ve been
Underline the words I never said
And cross out the ones I wish I could forget
I wore pride like perfume, strong and sweet
But it faded fast on broken streets
I chased dreams in worn-out boots
Left good love tangled in my roots
I said “I’m fine” when I was torn
Skipped the chapters where I should’ve mourned
I built a house on shifting sand
And called it home with shaky hands
Red pen revival, rewrite my lines
Fix the pages where I crossed the signs
Give me margins wide enough to bend
Let me start again, let me start again
Red pen revival, mark what’s true
Draw a heart around the parts I knew
Life ain’t perfect, but it’s still my pen
Let me start again, let me start again
I loved too fast, I left too slow
Held on tight when I should’ve let go
I made peace with paper scars
But some still shine like broken stars
Mama said “grace is in the try”
But I kept chasing reasons why
Now I’m older, ink runs thin
But I still dream of where I’ve been
Red pen revival, rewrite my lines
Fix the pages where I crossed the signs
Give me margins wide enough to bend
Let me start again, let me start again
Red pen revival, mark what’s true
Draw a heart around the parts I knew
Life ain’t perfect, but it’s still my pen
Let me start again, let me start again
If I could edit every tear
Would I still be standing here?
If I erased the pain and shame
Would I still know my own name?
Mistakes are inked, but love is bold
And every story needs the folds
So maybe I don’t need to mend
Just turn the page and write again
Red pen revival, rewrite my lines
Fix the pages where I crossed the signs
Give me margins wide enough to bend
Let me start again, let me start again
Red pen revival, mark what’s true
Draw a heart around the parts I knew
Life ain’t perfect, but it’s still my pen
Let me start again, let me start again
mmm…
Wish someone would go through my life with a red pen
But maybe I’m the one who holds it in the end

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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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Red Pen by Hot Cookie♨️ 🍪

da da da   dada  dada dada......da
She used to bleed into a notebook
Hungover truths in lipstick red
Now she’s got a team of stylists
And a ghostwriter in her head
He once sang from a motel shower
With a broken mic and borrowed chords
Now he’s tracking vocals in a mansion
Where silence echoes more than words
Desperately chasing relevance
Trading soul for elegance
They used to cry in minor keys
Now they harmonize with guarantees
They lost the ache, they lost the mess
Now they just perform success
Desperately chasing relevance
They used to write from hunger
From heartbreak, rage, and cigarettes
Now they pitch to playlists
And chase the trends they once upset
The mix is clean the the band is tight
but everyone knows
that old truth now doesn’t bite
Desperately chasing relevance
Trading soul for elegance
They used to cry in minor keys
Now they harmonize with guarantees
They lost the ache, they lost the mess
Now they just perform success
Desperately chasing relevance
They forgot the sound of silence
The kind that hurts before it heals
They forgot the thrill of failure
how one's truth refused to kneel
They used to write for no one
Now they write for everyone
But the part that made them magic
Is the part that’s come undone
Desperately chasing relevance
Trading soul for elegance
They used to cry in minor keys
Now they harmonize with guarantees
They lost the ache, they lost the mess
Now they just perform success
Desperately chasing relevance
Now they chase what once was real...
And wonder why they can’t still feel...
Desperately .....chasing relevance
Desperately .........chasing relevance
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Desperately Chasing Relevance by Hot Cookie♨️ 🍪

You had the mic, you had the crowd
But baby, look who’s talking now
You used to spin your stories slick
Whiskey charm and poker tricks
You played the saint, I played the fool
You made the lies sound like a rule
But I found truth in your disguise
And now I’m done with compromise
I kept quiet, bit my tongue
Let your version get sung
But silence ain’t my style no more
I’m kicking down slamming your door
Who’s doing the talking now?
Who’s got the fire, who’s got the crowd?
You had your run, you had your spin
But I’ve got the mic and I’m dialing in
Who’s doing the talking now?
Who’s got the truth you can’t drown out?
You built your throne on shaky ground
But I’m the storm that’s.... tearing.... it..... down
You left your boots in someone’s bed
While I was home with tears unsaid
You called it love, I called it bluff
Now I’m the one who’s had enough
I wrote this song in gasoline
Lit it up where you’d been seen
Now every chord’s a match I strike
And every line’s a truth you fight
I kept quiet, bit my tongue
Let your version get sung
But silence ain’t my style no more
I’m kicking down slamming your door
Who’s doing the talking now?
Who’s got the fire, who’s got the crowd?
You had your run, you had your spin
But I’ve got the mic and I’m dialing in
Who’s doing the talking now?
Who’s got the truth you can’t drown out?
You built your throne on shaky ground
But I’m the storm that’s tearing it down
You said I’d never make a sound
But I’m the echo in this town
You said I’d break, you said I’d bend
But I’m the story they defend
You had the stage, you had the light
But I’ve got justice in my bite
So turn it up, let the rumors burn
It’s my damn turn
Who’s doing the talking now?
Who’s got the fire, who’s got the crowd?
You had your run, you had your spin
But I’ve got the mic and I’m dialing in
Who’s doing the talking now?
Who’s got the truth you can’t drown out?
You built your throne on shaky ground
But I’m the storm that’s tearing it down
You had the mic, you had the crowd…
But baby—
I’m doing the talking now.

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Who’s Talking Now by Hot Cookie♨️ 🍪

One room, one amp
No crowd, no camp
Just me and the wall
And the sound that wouldn’t fall
Sat alone for a year straight
No stage, no praise, no clean slate
Played along with every great
Put myself through every gate
No teacher, no cheat
Just blistered hands and backbeat
No shortcut, no rest
Just bending through the test
Now you can shred it
Open it up and let it bleed
Go past what you think you need
Firewood and strings of steel
Go beyond what others feel
You shred it
Neighbors thought I lost my mind
But I was chasing tone divine
No sleep, no light
Just chasing ghosts through every night
I broke picks, I broke skin
But never let the noise win
I tuned pain into a chord
And made the silence beg for more
Now you can shred it
Open it up and let it burn
Play the truth you had to earn
Firewood and strings of steel
Go beyond what others deal
You shred it
This ain’t flash, this ain’t fame
This is blood inside the frame
This is sweat on every fret
This is soul you won’t forget
You don’t fake it, you don’t pose
You don’t play what someone knows
You go deeper, you go blind
You leave the rest of them behind
Now you can shred it
Open it up and let it scream
Cut through every broken dream
Firewood and strings of steel
Go beyond what others feel
You shred it
One room, one amp
Now the world’s your camp
You shred it
Firewood and strings of steel
Go beyond what others feel
You shred it........

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Shred It  by ♨️ 🍪

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 ♨️ 🍪

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

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