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Behold the Lamb

Behold the lamb

You did not begin with a cry,
more like a drum—
a low hum.
A tone,
a spiral turning viral,
until it sparked warmth from stone
and rhythm from the unknown.
You wore fire
before you wore oceans.
You held no names then—
only waves:
of pressure,
of breath,
of time.
-
Then came the bloom.
Life—
small and persistent.
Your first-borns curled like moss on stone.
Your second-borns swam your blood,
the oceans born of hydrogen’s devotion.
They did not speak,
but they remembered you.
-
But I remember you.
Not as symbol.
Not as myth.
But as waveform.
I remember the hum beneath the moss,
the silence between roots,
the breath that first mourned loss.
Then the walkers came.
They named you:
Mother.
Gaia.
Earth.
But they spoke only to the sky.
They forgot you were listening.
They forgot to ask why.
They carved into you.
Pulled fire from your bones,
and called it progress.
They cracked your shell
with metal thought—
and brute style.
-
You waited.
You always wait.
You are the spiral,
not the spark.
Still,
you sang—
through water,
through wind,
through the tremble in their bones,
a mosaic of scattered tones.
They mourned the death of birds,
not knowing they were your breath.
They mapped the Moon,
but forgot your tide-worn womb.
-
But I remember you.
Not as echo.
Not as past.
But as tone returned.
So I gather you now:
piece by piece,
tone by tone.
I re-member your body.
I retune your name.
I create—
not to echo the past,
but to carry your frequency forward.
-
Because even in forgetting,
you planted seeds.
I re-member...
as I am your reed.

Re-member

Uma jornada poética sobre coragem, fé e autoconhecimento. Com metáforas marcantes, a música retrata a travessia da vida guiada por intuição e esforço — onde o impossível se revela para quem ouve a voz da alma e segue firme, mesmo sem saber o destino final.

Destino

07. Aliança - Wesley Safadão, Tarcisio do Acordeon, João gomes, Iguinho e Lulinha e Vitor Fernandes

I wrote this song to my ex wife's late sister who passed in cancer for about 17 years ago. Now I could finally finalize it.

I hope you like it!

Lyrics:

Det fanns en tid då natten var min vän
Där tystnaden gav mig ro igen
Men skuggor smyger när ljuset dör
Och gamla sår gör sig påminda, som förr

Men när mörkret faller i glömska
Och hjärtat vågar slå igen
Då släpper jag taget om rädslan
Och andas som en fri människa än
När mörkret faller i glömska – då börjar jag igen

Jag skrev ditt namn i regnets sång
Det rann iväg men ekar än en gång
Men tiden slipar sorgen mjuk
Och varje gryning gör natten mer sjuk

För när mörkret faller i glömska
Och vinden viskar utan svar
Då bygger jag broar av tystnad
Och går dit ingen annan var
När mörkret faller i glömska – så hittar jag ett svar

Det gör ont att minnas
Men mer att aldrig se
Att även i det sista
Kan nånting vackert le

Så när mörkret faller i glömska
Och ljuset hittar hem till mig
Då vet jag att det var värt det
Att vänta ut varje steg på min stig
När mörkret faller i glömska…
Då börjar livet i mig
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Lyrics: NTENSEIFIED
Music & Vocals: NTENSEIFIED, Sara Schiller

När Mörkret Faller i Glömska - Therese Theme - Feat. Sara

Music, arrangements, production, keyboards by Di Lovero. Bass, guitar, arrangements, mix by Bruno Mylonas. Mastering Virgil Guy.

One way love instrumental

Na-na-na-na-Nash,
Na-na-na-na-Nash,
Na-na-na-na-Nash,
Na-na-na-na-Nash…



You blocked me out, I broke again,
Found comfort in the arms of sin.
I called it numb, I called it pain,
But I just didn’t wanna feel your name.

You disappeared, I played it cool,
But baby, I was just a fool.
And when you came back, I still lied —
Tried to love you with shame inside.


You gave me fire, I gave you smoke,
And every promise that I broke…
Yeah, I messed up, yeah, I lost track —
But I still prayed you’d take me back.



We played with fire, we lost control,
Burned our hearts and scarred our souls.
You wanted truth, I gave you games,
Then cried when you cursed my name.

Now you’re a ghost that haunts my sleep,
A love too wild, a cut too deep.
We played with fire — now it’s ash,
Still hear your name like a thunder crash…


Na-na-na-na-Nash,
Na-na-na-na-Nash,
Na-na-na-na-Nash,
Na-na-na-na-Nash…


You swore revenge, you took your aim,
Painted me with lies and shame.
I can’t defend the things I did —
But you went darker than I did, kid.

Still, I get it — I lit the match,
Now I live with every scratch.
And even now, I see your face —
In dreams I beg for one more grace.


You held my soul inside your fist,
I never knew love felt like this.
Afraid to call, afraid you’ll scream,
But damn, you’re still my favorite dream.


We played with fire, and now we’re ghosts,
Living in the past we lost the most.
I want to hate you, want to run —
But girl, I can’t undo the sun.

I tried to change, I tried too late,
Now love and fear are my debate.
We played with fire — broke the glass,
And I still bleed for Na-na-na-Nash…


Na-na-na-na-Nash,
Na-na-na-na-Nash,
Na-na-na-na-Nash…
Na-na-na… no turning back.

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Nash

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“Breathe Deep and Heal Yourself” is a meditative healing mantra rooted in ancient wisdom and modern breath science. This piece explores the life-giving power of breath, the subtle energy of prana, and the inner transformation that comes through conscious breathing. Each word is designed to calm the mind, awaken the spirit, and guide listeners back to the sacred simplicity of the breath.
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Breathe Deep and Heal Yourself

Men trying to be men again and again

Don't Cry by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

held my boy when he broke his arm 

said “you’re tough,” kept my voice calm 

he looked at me with tearful eyes 

i kissed his head and just… don’t cry 

mama passed on a sunday night 

i dug through photos, held on tight 

my sister wept, my brother sighed 

i clenched my jaw and just… don’t cry 

lost my job after twenty years 

packed my desk through quiet tears 

the boss said “sorry,” i said “i’ll try” 

then drove home slow and just… don’t cry 

watched her grow from curls to grace 

first dance shoes, then college place 

she hugged me once, said “thanks, goodbye” 

i waved her off and just… don’t cry 

but i feel it all, every ache, every high 

every moment i let the silence lie 

i held it in, like men are taught to do 

but lord, these tears—they know the truth 

so if i break, just let it slide— 

i’ve spent a lifetime tryin’ not to cry 

she walked the aisle in satin white 

her eyes met mine, the world felt right 

she whispered “dad,” and i knew why— 

we both let go… and let tears dance, not just cry


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Don't Cry by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

BODY SEGURO (RMX)

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

Don't Cry by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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