Very nice. Love upbeat songs as life these days is such a downer. On my daily walk yesterday on Santa Monica beach not ONE person said hello back. SAD STATE OF AFFAIRS. People walk ith heeads down or wth cell phones. Even laptops on beach? LMAO

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Glad This Summer Sent Ya By AKB
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you came from nowhere, heat in your hair
suitcase filled with don’t-you-dare
said, “let’s leave polite for the borderline”
“and burn some bridges without a sign”
you stole that soda from the county store
danced on the dash like never before
i never liked rules, but you wrote new ones
with lipstick maps and outlawed puns
glad this summer sent ya
now we’re miles deep in who even knows
highway hummin’ to our own agenda
no rearview shame, no plan to censor
just me, you, the tank, and trust—
glad this summer sent ya
we raced the sunset down old route five
screamed Van Halen like we were alive
hit that diner where the waitress swore
we’d end up famous or jail for sure
you kissed me slow by a broke motel
and said “this life still rings that bell”
i didn’t need saving, but you rewound
my sleepy soul with that outlaw sound
glad this summer sent ya
from backroad motels to state-line vistas
you made regret beg for forgiveness
no detour we crush this adventure
glad this summer sent ya
stargazed in every headlight glow
shared our sins to the radio
then laughed so hard when lightning struck
‘cause thunder cheers for those who’re stuck
you never said how far you'd go
but hell, you rewrote my zip code soul
and when they ask who changed my fate—
i’ll say: that girl who wouldn’t wait
glad... this... summer ....sent ya
burnin’ rubber through my dementiar
just promise you'll never say I up  set ya
just say... glad... this ...summer.. sent.. ya
playlist jammin’ like it knows our names
gasoline wisdom in sunset flames
ain’t in love, we are the thing
with a top-speed heart and a late-night swing
who saved the spark?—she did, she did!
who made me run?—that kid, that kid!
who turned goodbye into getcha?—yeah!
glad this summer...
glad this summer...
glad this summer sent ya!


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Glad This Summer Sent Ya By AKB

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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

Glad This Summer Sent Ya By AKB

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