Givin’ Me A Signal    songwriter Edwin H Balder

Are you givin’ me a signal, (signal), signal?
Confidential and classified, or burning bright for all eyes?
Are you givin’ me a signal, (signal), signal?
I’m deciphering the static, but the frequency’s a relic—
Are you givin’ me a signal, (signal), signal?
or just.... the ghost ......of a lie?
The dashboard hummed a Morse code dirge,
Cold coffee, half-learned vows—
 signal, (signal), signal
You folded maps like surrender flags,
While the engine vowed revenge somehow.
 signal, (signal), signal
Are you givin’ me a signal, (signal), signal?
Flickerin’ like a thief in the wires?
I sailed on the  Atlantic Ocean
learned  all your  lies 
And now truth ( truth)....ignites the fire .( fire.).... fire!
You left your keys in the ignition’s teeth,
A joke too sharp to laugh through—
 signal, (signal), signal
The rearview framed your silhouette,
A shadow I no longer knew.
signal, (signal), signal
Are you givin’ me a signal, (signal), signal?
Flickerin’ like a thief in the wires?
I sailed on the  Atlantic Ocean
learned  all your  lies 
And now truth ( truth)....ignites the fire .( fire.).... fire!
The highway’s throat sang a hollow tune,
"You can’t outrun the echoes."
I wore your absence like a borrowed coat—
Too thin for all this weather, though.
Now the radio’s choked on dead airwaves,
But the static’s clear as scripture:
signal, (signal), signal
Some fires don’t need a gasoline hand—
Just the wind to let ‘em flicker.
 signal, (signal), signal
Are you givin’ me a signal, (signal,) signal?
Or just the ash of a bridge I ignited?
[electric guitar riff] signal, (signal), signal
The frequency’s gone, but the hum still lingers
 signal, (signal), signal
Are you givin’ me a signal, (signal,) signal?
A song half-played, forever uncompleted.
Are you givin’ me a signal, 
(signal,) ......signal?
 (signal,) ............signal?

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Givin’ Me A Signal  By EH..B

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

Givin’ Me A Signal By EH..B

Edwin Balder