Kept the pen warm while the spotlight faded.  
Built the hooks they danced to, never stated.  
Watched the charts climb with someone else's name.  
Now the silence breaks, I'm rewriting my game.  
Wrote for stars who never knew the fire.  
Gave away gold just to pay the wire.  
Held my tongue while the crowd got loud.  
Now the mic’s mine, see me rock the crowd.  
This ain’t borrowed.  
This ain’t fake.  
Feel the tremor  
when I shake.
I got a release for you.  
This is the beat that’s gonna break the scene.  
Raw rhythms, real talk, no sheen.  
I got a release for you.  
This track don’t stop, it climbs and soars.  
Built for the rebels who unlocked doors.  
I got a release for you.  
Kept it quiet while the world kept spinning.  
Played the long game, now I’m winning.  
Every lyric etched in nights and fire.  
Every beat’s a step climbing higher.
Ghost in the booth, now I’m front and center.  
Wrote their verses, now I’m the inventor.  
No more silence, hear me rise.  
This is an anthem in disguise.
I got a release for you.  
This is the anthem they can’t deny.  
Built from the truth they tried to buy.  
I got a release for you.  
Feel the beat drop, breaking the mold.  
This is my story, finally told.  
I got a release for you. I got a release for you. I got a release for you.  
Beats so straight, they're taking flight,  
Cause this is music born from night.  
I was quiet while they played their game,  
Now hear my anthem light the flame.
I got a release for you. I got a release for you. I got a release for you.  

I Got a Release for You written by Edwin H. Balder

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

I Got a Release for You written by Edwin H. Balder

Edwin Balder