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I Quit Drinking (Acoustic)

10,000 Hours - Sean Lew Ft. HY | Acoustic Cover

Keenan Te - Dependent.mp3

GHOST

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those good days will only be a memories

Henry Moodie - Pick Up The Phone (3kkE Remix)

A Slowed/Reverb version of Henry Moodie’s song ‘Closure’.

Henry Moodie - Closure (Slowed)

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Henry Moodie - Drunk Text (Mask7 Remix)

Henry Moodie - Fight Or Flight (Mask7 Remix)

Walking  ..walking  shadow
 How The Silence Sounds  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
"Funny how the silence sounds when the world stops spinning 'round..."
(how the silence sounds)
I held the phone like a loaded gun,
Your voice just static, the damage done.
The clock ticked retribution—
A hollow, weightless resolution.
You swore you’d stay through the undertow,
But the tide don’t bargain, I should know.
(how the silence sounds)
Oh, the wolves don’t howl when the moon’s alive,
They just watch you shiver, barely survive.
But you—...
You showed up with a floodlight grin,
Tore the dark apart to crawl back in.
funny how the real ones linger, 
Not like ghosts, but like firelight fingers.
They don’t just remember—
They rearrange the embers.
Third-floor apartment, sink full of doubt,
The pipes all groaned when the water ran out.
You brought a jug of redemption,
Poured it slow—no exemption.
Laid your coat across the drafty floor,
Said, "Ain’t no storm I ain’t walked before.";;;
Oh, the wolves don’t howl when the moon’s alive,
They just watch you shiver, barely survive.
But you—
You showed up with a floodlight grin,
Tore the dark apart to crawl back in.
funny how the real ones linger, 
Not like ghosts, but like firelight fingers.
They don’t just remember—
They rearrange the embers.
(how the silence sounds)...
(how the silence sounds)...
Now the winters don’t bite like they did,
Your name’s a scar that the frost can’t rid.
You left me ammunition—
Not for war, just recognition.
That love ain’t just when the sun’s aligned,
It’s who stays to dig when you’re trapped in time.
(how the silence sounds)...
Oh, (oh)the wolves don’t howl...
They just disappear.
But you—
You’re still here.
(how the silence sounds)
Oh, the wolves don’t howl...
They just disappear.
But you—
You’re still here......
(You’re still here.)
You’re still here.


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How The Silence Sounds  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Jehovah, My Heavenly Father-(Crissy’s Prayer#1)

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10,000 Hours

10,000 hours

Stuck With You - Ariana Grande & Justin Bieber (Acoustic Cover)

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

How The Silence Sounds by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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