So I look like a star to you!
Edge Of Fame by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
I’ve been ridin’ this edge of fame,
Drivin’ my own bus, no fortune, no name.
No private jets, just these endless plains,
All the sweat, but none of the chains.

[Chorus]
On the edge of  fame,
Where the lights don’t shine the same.
Big dreams, but it’s a lonelier game,
Livin’ life on the edge of fame.........
Livin’ life on the edge... of..... fame.....

[ instrumental music hook]

[Verse 2]
I play honky-tonks, these small-town bars,
No sold-out crowds, no lit up stars.
Just my guitar and these starlit skies,
Livin’ low, but dreamin’ high.

[Chorus]
On the edge of  fame,
Where the lights don’t shine the same.
Big dreams, but it’s a lonelier game,
Livin’ life on the edge of fame.........
Livin’ life on the edge... of..... fame.....

[ instrumental music hook]

[Bridge]
I see ‘em up there, those big-stage kings,
With their diamond rings and their shiny things.
But I’ve got my truth, my own refrain,
Out here, where the heart remains.

[Verse 3]
No paparazzi, just local cheers,
Signin’ my name for the folks right here.
They don’t know me in Hollywood,
But out here, life’s still.... pretty ...good....

[Chorus]
On the edge of  fame,
Where the lights don’t shine the same.
Big dreams, but it’s a lonelier game,
Livin’ life on the edge of fame.........
Livin’ life on the edge... of..... fame.....

[ instrumental music hook]
[Bridge 2]
While they’re on stages, bright as the moon,
I’m singin’ my songs, true and tuned.
Life ain’t easy, but it’s mine to claim,
Out here, on this edge of fame.

[  longer instrumental music hook]

[Outro]
I ain’t got the mansion or the gold,
Just a guitar and these stories told.
Life might be rough, not rich and tame,
But I’m still here, on the edge of fame.
edge of fame...(edge of fame.)
edge ....of .....fame.

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Edge Of Fame by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

I'm an old player from the late '60s who took up writing a few years ago after a 50 year layoff, missed the music so now I write and record all my stuff. A regular "ONE MAN BAND", I play all the instruments and do all the vocal, keyboards and whatever else I have to play to make a tune. Hope ya find one ya like!!

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

Edge Of Fame by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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