Welcome to the Hot Cookie days! After my coffee house days I put  my performance life away to build a family.but every week I tried to put a song idea in note book..Once I got old and family set I came back to my music doing a few songs a year...then I got this terminal type feedback on my timeline so I grabbed up the best music folk I knew over the years...put a studio band together (Hot Cookie) to record 100 HIT songs from the notes I took every week for 50 years. They are not for us to perform but for you to.  We picked just 2 songs from every year's notebook that we felt were hits that could change folks' lives if they covered them...so here they are. Contact us if you need the rights..Be well Do Well and thank you for the years of wonder...e

All Hit Songs By Edwin H. Balder

Welcome to songs you are welcome to cover! After my coffee house days I put  my performance life away to build a family.but every week I tried to put a song idea in note book..Once I got old and family set I came back to my music doing a few songs a year...then I got this terminal type feedback on my timeline so I grabbed up the best music folk I knew over the years...put a studio band together (Hot Cookie) to record 100 HIT songs from the notes I took every week for 50 years. They are not for us to perform but for you to.  We picked just 2 songs from every year's notebook that we felt were hits that could change folks' lives if they covered them...so here they are. Contact us if you need the rights..Be well Do Well and thank you for the years of wonder...e

EZ to Cover Country Hits  By songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Legacy Pop Hits 4U By Edwin H. Balder

Welcome to the Hot Cookie days! After my coffee house days I put  my performance life away to build a family.but every week I tried to put a song idea in note book..Once I got old and family set I came back to my music doing a few songs a year...then I got this terminal type feedback on my timeline so I grabbed up the best music folk I knew over the years...put a studio band together (Hot Cookie) to record 100 HIT songs from the notes I took every week for 50 years. They are not for us to perform but for you to.  We picked just 2 songs from every year's notebook that we felt were hits that could change folks' lives if they covered them...so here they are. Contact us if you need the rights..Be well Do Well and thank you for the years of wonder...e
All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Singer/Songwriter Hits You Can Cover into Fame  By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Dive into the soul-stirring melodies of Edwin H. Balder's "Best Of" playlist—a treasure trove of heartfelt storytelling and musical brilliance. From the poignant lyrics of "Be What You Want To Be" to the tender harmonies of "All These Lies ", each track is a testament to Balder's unparalleled artistry. His compilation, available on platforms like SoundCloud and YouTube, showcases a lifetime of songwriting mastery, blending Americana, folk, and contemporary vibes. Whether you're seeking solace, inspiration, or simply a musical escape, Edwin H. Balder's "Best Of" playlist promises to resonate deeply with every listener. Ready to immerse yourself in this auditory journey?

The Best of Songwriter Edwin H. Balder Vol:1

"Too Hip For The Room" is a sonic journey through the untamed creativity of songwriter Edwin H. Balder. These tracks defy the boundaries of conventional sound, weaving together melodies that challenge the norms of structured reality. It's the wavelength of wonder you didn’t know you needed—perfect for igniting your own originality. Immerse yourself in a world unbound and profound, where every note dares you to dream differently.

Too Hip For The Room By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Cowboys Sing Country Songs by Edwin H. Balder is a tribute to the golden age of country music—bringing back the pure, twang-filled magic of classic Nashville sound with fresh songs that honor the heart and soul of country’s roots. This album revives the grandeur of the Grand Ole Opry, delivering authentic storytelling, rich melodies, and timeless country tradition, all sung with the grit and warmth that made legends out of cowboys and crooners alike. Steel guitars cry, fiddles sing, and the rhythm stands tall—this is country music as it was meant to be.

Cowboys Sing Country Songs by Edwin H. Balder

Step into the world of Song Of The Year Songs—a playlist where backroad wisdom meets blistering truth. It’s a six-string shootout of porch-stompin’ humor, poetic grit, and tattoo-worthy heartbreak. From wink-at-the-crowd swagger to freight-train confessionals, these tracks carry steel spines and Southern grace in equal measure. Every lyric swings like a porch door in July—and you’ll feel every word like it was written in your own dust and dreams.

YOUR Song Of The Year Songs Written by Edwin H. Balder

These songs come from years spent behind the scenes—working the stage, tuning the sound, watching stories unfold in places that didn’t yet call themselves country bars. I wasn’t chasing spotlight. I was listening. Learning. Writing. We’re In It Now is the title track, but every song here carries a piece of that journey. I wrote them for anyone who’s ever felt the truth in a lyric or the weight in a chord. If you find yourself singing back to a line, or sitting quiet with a verse—well, that’s all a songwriter ever hopes for. I’m grateful you’re here. These songs are yours now, too.

We're In It Now Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

When asked if I ever wrote a song to die for...

Drifting Into Tomorrow

(Verse 1) In the quiet of my days, a broken sense prevails, Interactions like fractured glass, their edges sharp and frail. Life’s canvas painted gray, compassion dimmed and worn, Yet deep within my heart, a yearning to be reborn.

(Pre-Chorus) I crave salvation’s touch, a melody profound, To mend the fractured chords, to weave a healing sound. Oh, won’t you be my guide, my compass through the night? Lead me to that sacred ground where music takes flight.

(Chorus) Drifting into sorrow, carried by the tide, Lost in memories of what once bloomed and died. But hope, a fragile vessel, sails toward the dawn, As I seek solace in the echoes of what’s gone.

(Verse 2) The sunsets we once shared, their hues now faded gold, Moments soft like watercolors such stories left untold. I hope you find my voice, to sing your name in tune, To bridge the gaps between us, beneath a memory moon.

(Pre-Chorus) And so I drift, a wanderer, seeking solace’s embrace, Tomorrow’s canvas blank, awaiting colors to replace The grayness of my soul, the ache that pulls me low, Perhaps borrowed peace will stop by to say hello

(Chorus) Drifting into sorrow, carried by the tide, Lost in memories of what once bloomed and died. But hope, a fragile vessel, sails toward the dawn, As I seek solace in the echoes of what’s gone.

(Bridge) The wind whispers secrets, when the stars align, As if the universe conspires to rewrite our design. I’ll write of love anew, with notes of moonlight grace, And find redemption in the tears upon my face.

(Chorus) Drifting into sorrow, carried by the tide, Lost in memories of what once bloomed and died. But hope, a fragile vessel, sails toward the dawn, As I seek solace in the echoes of what’s gone.

(Outro) So let me drift, let me dream, let me borrow time, For in these fractured moments,I compose a symphony devine. And when the morning breaks, and shadows drift away, I found my sacred ground, in the music I have played

Thanks to my band: Hot Cookie!

All Rights Reserved by Edwin H. Balder

Sacred Ground By Edwin H. Balder

I wrote this for Taylor when she stops by the ranch

I Want You Back Again By Songwriter EdwinH. Balder

[Verse 1] I yearn to hold you again, To mend this ache that never ends. Why did we fall, why did we fight? We wandered through endless lies,  then vanished in the night.
[Verse 2] on rain swept nights I stand by the door, The porch light flickers, memories i can't ignore. Hoping for echoes to come back to me, A chance to rewrite our story..be what we used to be
[Chorus] The loss of us never fades away, I hope for your return, everyday.  pray the stars  conspire to call your name your name, I want you back, i want you back  I want you back again 
[Bridge] Shadows dance where our laughter once played, how fast the shadows  of our life just fade. Every stolen moment your gone, I wish for a second chance to finish  our song
[Verse 3] Haunted by memories, that dance in dreams  that echoes past the rivers and the streams my desire never fades holding so tight , i see your silhouette  in soft moonlight.[Chorus]. The loss of us never fades away, I hope for your return, everyday.  pray the stars  conspire to call your name your name, I want you back, i want you back  I want you back again 

The loss of us never fades away, I hope for your return, everyday.  pray the stars  conspire to call your name your name, I want you back, i want you back  I want you back again 

Link to the best of my R & B, Soul, Funky, Hip Hop, Rap & Blues Bangers you can cover to make your way to a star... stuff https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/hit-r-b-funky-bangers-by-edwin?si=a366189f83684571b35fd59768210669&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

I Want You Back Again By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

I know I Knew this once...

All These Lies by Edwin H Balder

(verse) Sitting in my car
afraid to write
the words that I am sending off to you tonight
it will  start with dear and then your name
and with every tear I'll break down in shame 

(Chorus) I didn't think I remember 
didn't think I remember 
what it's like to cry 
like to cry 
I wouldn't call it surender
just relief form all theses lies
all theses lies
didn't think I remember 
all theses lies

(Verse 2)I spell out the truth
spell out all the pain
hoping that somehow love can still remain
Please know I take all of the blame
treating our love like it was a game

(Chorus) I didn't think I remember what it's like to cry 
I wouldn't call it surender
 just relief form 
all theses lies
all theses lies
all theses lies
(Bridge)
do you get lonely do you ever get sad
do you get tired of feeling lost & mad
do you ever long for  the things we once had
Do you ever wonder why things didn't go as we planned

( outro)
I didn't think I remember
I didn't think I remember
I didn't think I remember
all theses lies
I didn't think I remember
all theses lies
I didn't think I remember
all theses lies
I didn't think I remember
all theses lies
all theses lies
all theses lies


Link to best of my country hits that you can cover to get to the top... https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/country-hits-you-might-need?si=307edea8be674dc3bedee9345a814080&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

All These Lies by Edwin H Balder

Lucky to learn from Joni and John....

One More Toke By Edwin H. Balder

(Intro) It's hard to say how much spending my paycheck at the Troubadour changed me. ...Selling Dictionaries and magazines door to door my daytime penitentiary...
But the nights digesting every star bite under those cheap lights engaged me... to speak my truth plainly...to speak my truth bravely......


(Verse) I wonder back into that dive hotel room now and then
and meet with old friends... Everyone making amends ...Time just transcends

Playing and singing our dream songs....Hoping stardom comes along

So we can all run away............Tilt-a-whirl day

In a cloud of smoke.................................Where nobody’s broke

Maybe one more toke and I can stay…..aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

 (Bridge) now it's just Joni, John and I 
sitting eating apple pie
On a river in the sky
A chelsea morning drifting by
with our souvenirs that survived

Blank paper be my friend
and let me once again
Tell a story in a song that flatters
that lifts us all from the tatters
to be music truth seekers
to my mentors and my teachers



So I.... …..

(outro) I wonder back into that dive hotel room now and then
and meet with old friends... Everyone making amends ...Time just transcends

Playing and singing our dream songs....Hoping stardom comes along

So we can all run away.............Tilt-a-whirl day

In a cloud of smoke.................................Where nobody’s broke

Maybe one more toke and I can stay….
Maybe one more toke and I can stay….

All Rights Reserved by Edwin H. Balder
Thanks to My Band : Hot Cookie

One More Toke By Edwin H. Balder

Loving for a love who gets my music...

I Got This Music By Edwin H. Balder 

I got this music
 don't want to lose it 
who will choose it 
oh who will choose it

hey pretty one I wrote you a song
Was hoping you'd hear it won't take long
Maybe sit by these trees outside on the lawn
If you don't like it I'll just get up and get gone



I got this music
 don't want to lose it 
who will choose it 
oh who will choose it

Hey pretty one I wrote you a tune
Was hoping you'd hear it can I come by soon
maybe sit by these trees under the moon
If you don't like it I give you some room

just words with notes that float on dreams
just words with notes that show the scenes
of loves we lived in between
the the tears lost by our means
just words and notes or so it seems
just words and notes that's all it means
just words and notes
just words and notes
just words and notes


I got this music
 don't want to lose it 
who will choose it 
oh who will choose it

Hey pretty one I wrote music you inspired
Was hoping you hear it if your not too tired
maybe sit by these trees I always admired
If you don't like it just tell me I'm fired



I got this music
 don't want to lose it 
who will choose it 
oh who will choose it

Hey pretty one I wrote something for you
Was hoping you hear this creative thing I do
maybe sit by theses under sky so blue
If you don't like it  just say stop and I'm through


just words with notes that float on dreams
just words with notes that show the scenes
of loves we lived in between
the the tears lost by all means
just words of notes or so it seems
just words and notes that's all it means
just words and notes
just words and notes
just words and notes

I got this music
 don't want to lose it 
who will choose it 
oh who will choose it

All Rights Reserved by Edwin H. Balder

Thanks to My Band:Hot Cookie

I Got This  Music By Edwin H. Balder

So glad this happened just when I needed a hit!

More Time This Time By Edwin H. Balder

(Verse 1) In the quiet of the night  lost in the vastness of space. 
Time slips through my fingers wondering if I'll ever escape this place
(Pre-Chorus) The waves crash, relentless and wild, Their darkness swallowing all light. 
 ...lost Keys to forgotten treasure, secret buried out of sight
(Chorus) I need more time this time to find any peace, 
To mend the fractures, to let old wounds cease.
 The ocean’s roar echoes my inner plea, 
Guide me back to shores where my soul can be free. 
I need more time this time to find any peace
 the darkness of the waves tears to fill the seas ...
Lay bare ,wide open buried lost keys
I need more time this time to find any peace
I need more time this time to find any peace
(Verse 2) Beneath the moon searching all my vulnerability shown. Yet hope persists that the stars will lead me home.
(Pre-Chorus) The waves crash, relentless and wild, Their darkness swallowing all light. 
 ...lost Keys to forgotten treasure, secrets buried out of sight
(Chorus) I need more time this time to find any peace, 
To mend the fractures, to let old wounds cease.
 The ocean’s roar echoes my inner plea, 
Guide me back to shores where my soul can be free. 
I need more time this time to find any peace
the darkness of the waves tears to fill the seas
Lay bare, wide open buried lost keys
I need more time this time to find any peace
I need more time this time to find any peace
(Bridge) And there, in the sands, a buried truth awaits, 
A map etched in whispers, a tale of lonely fates. 
Lost keys, forgotten promises, a silent plea, 
Will fate lead me home or further out to sea?
(Pre-Chorus) The waves crash, relentless and wild, Their darkness swallowing all light. 
 ...lost Keys to forgotten treasure, secrets buried out of sight
(Chorus) I need more time this time to find any peace, 
To mend the fractures, to let old wounds cease.
 The ocean’s roar echoes my inner plea, 
Guide me back to shores where my soul can be free. 
I need more time this time to find any peace
the darkness of the waves tears to fill the seas
Lay bare, wide open, buried lost keys
I need more time this time to find any peace
 I need more time this time to find any peaceo find any peace

All Rights Reserved By Edwin H. Balder
Thanks to my band :Hot Cookie

More Time This Time By Edwin H. Balder

Well If I had to pick a super power....

Want To Go Back In Time By Edwin H. Balder


I want to stop the clocks
I want to go back... back in time
I was hoping maybe baby
we could go back and find
where it all went wrong
when things seemed to be going fine
I want to stop the clocks
I want to go back... back in time

What has come between us
what's breaking us apart
I never saw it coming
how did it all start
I loved you forever
how did I break your heart

I want to stop the clocks
I want to go back... back in time
I was hoping maybe baby
we could go back and find
where it all went wrong
when things seemed to be going fine
I want to stop the clocks
I want to go back... back in time

nothing seems the same
now that we're through
I wake up every day
and don't know what to do
how do I go on when I
never stopped loving you

I want to stop the clocks
I want to go back... back in time
I was hoping maybe baby
we could go back and find
where it all went wrong
when things seemed to be going fine
I want to stop the clocks
I want to go back... back in time
I want to stop the clocks
I want to go back... back in time

All Rights Reserved by Edwin H. Balder
Thanks to My Band : Hot Cookie

Want To Go Back In Time By Edwin H. Balder

Bad days in the music space...BAD!

Better Tomorrows By Edwin H. Balder

I walked to the fountain
looked over the edge  
coins tossed in hope
each with a pledge
overture of failures
where nobody showed
no audience came
not one ticket sold
I walked down allys
where sad stories are told

you have all the time
you have all the heart
you have all the say
When things break apart

you have all the tears
you have all the lies
you have all the fears
you have your disguise

you have all the faith
you have all the sorrow
you have to be brave
to have all your Better Tomorrows

U have all the faith
U have all the sorrow
U have to be brave
to have Better Tomorrows


so dam alone & walking the street street
no one around to help me back on my feet
Down back alleys to where Isleep
no hope or promises to keep
close to the edge & ready to leep
broken down so damn deep
with no more tears that I can weep

U have the time
U have the heart
U have the say
When things break apart
U have the tears
U have the lies
U have the fears
U have your disguise
U have all the faith
U have all the sorrow
U have to be brave
to have Better Tomorrows
U have all the faith
U have all the sorrow
U have to be brave
to have Better Tomorrows

All rights reserved By Edwin H. Balder

Thank you to my band Hot Cookie!

Better Tomorrows By Edwin H. Balder

Making contact with hope...

Be What You Want To Be by Songwriter by Edwin H. Balder

Pops of color out the window on  my tour days,
when I could drive to gigs forever,
like sunsets painted on my soul,
or secrets whispered in storm-ee weather.
 Nobody can decipher nature’s code,
Or the music path I  endeavor,
Guitar strings strummed on twilight’s road
Where dreams dance like leaves that fall forever

Highways humm with echos 
like melodies from the stage
Notes tonight like fireflies, refusing to arrange,
hopeing applause removes sorrow from each  newday 
you hit the road again......  set up...get ready to play

Beneath the neon glow of roadside signs,
and jukebox heros sing their worn-out lines,
I  try and cure my pain with each shot of  whiskey,
I'd call home but pretty sure nobody is gonna miss me

Play songs of love lost in desert dust,
Of coyote howls and hearts that rust,
as I listen, my guitar against my chest,
In that dim-lit bar, where time took a rest.

Nobody can decipher nature’s code,
Or the music path I  so endeavor,
Guitar strings strummed on twilight’s road
Where dreams danced like leaves that fall forever


Highways humm with echos 
like melodies from the stage
Notes tonight like fireflies, refusing to arrange,
hopeing applause removes sorrow from each  newday 
you hit the road again......  set up...get ready to play

The jukebox spun old country tunes,
And I wondered  where  I was now marooned,
 someplace Between yesterday’s regrets and tomorrow’s  finger nail moon 

Pops of color
along the road of a
sad song symphony,
Where highways lead to no place and you be what you want  to be
My words, my notes, my music....... my music destiny
Where highways lead to no place and you can be what you want  to be

All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Be What You Want To Be by Songwriter by Edwin H. Balder

Some of my songs are just right for me now...

Gonna Get Old by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

hate to be the one to tell ya but you're gonna get old
walk into walls burn stuff on the stove
go to the doctor for a strange looking mole
hate to be the one to tell ya you're gonna get old

they say youth is wasted on the young
not true that' when you should have  fun
plenty of time to get the job done
stay out all night watch the rising sun
travel everyplace while you still can climb
take every adventure that you can find
plenty of time to enter the grind
enjoy procrastination and never you mind

hate to be the one to tell ya but you're gonna get old
walk into walls burn stuff on the stove
go to the doctor for a strange looking mole
hate to be the one to tell ya you're gonna get old

sure go to college get an education
but don't miss out on spring break vacation
let each day discover a new sensation
make any road your best destination
let your heart love let your voice sing
take risks now and see what they bring
lots a time to worry so go do your thing
throw your hat with confidence into any ring

hate to be the one to tell ya but you're gonna get old
walk into walls burn stuff on the stove
go to the doctor for a strange looking mole
hate to be the one to tell ya you're gonna get old

I tell you this now  now that I'm old
I wish back then I had a-be told
make every memory a gift of gold
something forever that you can hold

hate to be the one to tell ya but you're gonna get old
walk into walls burn stuff on the stove
go to the doctor for a strange looking mole
hate to be the one to tell ya you're gonna get old

I tell you this now  now that I'm old
I wish back then I had a-be told
make every memory a gift of gold
something forever that you can hold

hate to be the one to tell ya but you're gonna get old
walk into walls burn stuff on the stove
go to the doctor for a strange looking mole
hate to be the one to tell ya you're gonna get old

Link to  best of my country songs that you can cover https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/country-hits-you-might-need?si=307edea8be674dc3bedee9345a814080&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Gonna Get Old by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

We Lived it...OOOOOOOOOOH Baby!

Our Music Will Always Last By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

(Chorus)
When the future looks to the past
our music will always last
Will always last.
Our Music will always last

 (Verse 1) Were you there for Springsteen at the Square 
Or Joni  Mitchell anywhere
Were you …were you there?
Did you see  Zeppelin or Floyd show
David Bowie  front row  
 Did you have to go?
 Did you see them play
 The Beatles  at Shea
 The Stones in LA
  Hendrix at Monterey
  Did you see them play?

 Did you make the quest
 to see Dwaine and Dickey Betts
 8 hour Dead fests
 Even Sinatra’s final sets
Did you make the quest?

(Chorus)
When the future looks to the past
our music will always last
Will always last.
Our Music will always last

(verse 2)What would life mean?
 If you missed Queen
  Airplane,  eagles or Santana’s seen    Never heard Yellow submarine
What would  life mean?
 
  So you saved up all your cash
 To see Crosby stills and Nash
 Even if  Woodstock was just a flash   The Who were a total bash  
Oh Yea...Dylan , Seeger, The Clash
 and Janis holding mass  

(Chorus)
When the future looks to the past
our music will always last
Will always last.
Our Music will always last  

(Bridge )music beyond grand
 we tripped across this land
If you were there ....
you understand

(verse 3) Elvis Presley
Paul Simon
Seger’s Bullet Band   
Elton or Billy on Baby Grand
Journey or U2 taking a stand
 music beyond grand
 we tripped across this land
If you were there ....
you understand

(Chorus)
When the future looks to the past
our music will always last
Will always last.
Our Music will always last 
 will always last

Link to more of my Singer/songwriter style hits you can cover into fame because of your take!

https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/best-new-folk-americana?si=04e0155163644977b37cf8c0a04f3c53&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing



All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Our Music Will Always Last By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Love Is Love

Roses In The Night By Edwin H. Balder

Innuendos dance, a secret masquerade,
Words like silk,  hidden meanings laid.
Whispers in  shadows, lips so close,
 playing with fire, and nobody knows.
nobody knows. ...nobody knows.

Between the lines, we find our sanctuary,
A language of desire, whispered vocabulary.
Double meanings bloom, like roses in the night,
Our hearts entangled, lost in unspoken  delight

like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,

She sips her wine, eyes locked on mine,
Her laughter a code, a tantalizing sign.
I'm decoding her curves, tracing every line,
Our double entendres—dangerously divine. dangerously divine. dangerously divine.

Between the lines, we find our sanctuary,
A language of desire, whispered vocabulary.
Double meanings bloom, like roses in the night,
Our hearts entangled, lost in unspoken  delight

like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,

leaing  in low, voice a velvet tease,
A wink, a nod—the art of sweet unease.
We're fencing with words, a risqué ballet,
Desire wrapped in syllables, leading us astray.


Between the lines, we find our sanctuary,
A language of desire, whispered vocabulary.
Double meanings bloom, like roses in the night,
Our hearts entangled, lost in unspoken  delight

like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,


Bridge the gap, bridge the gap,
Across the chasm of what's said and unsaid.
We're tightrope walkers, balancing on wit,
A linguistic tango, where pleasure and danger fit.


Between the lines, we find our sanctuary,
A language of desire, whispered vocabulary.
Double meanings bloom, like roses in the night,
Our hearts entangled, lost in unspoken  delight

like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,
like roses in the night....

Link to the best of my R & B, Soul, Funky, Hip Hop, Rap & Blues Bangers you can cover  to add hit power to your world https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/hit-r-b-funky-bangers-by-edwin?si=a366189f83684571b35fd59768210669&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Roses In The Night By Edwin H. Balder

Fuel me ...

Coffee Oh Coffee  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder


going back for another cup
coffee Can't get enough

my morning’s magic,
 my midnight’s muse. 
 every bean, a story told
sip by sip liquid gold
 magical potion
fire up the emotion in me
coffee..............
 coffee oh.... coffee


 Ethiopia 
Coffee   beverage utopia
 Espresso cup, bitter
 delight,
twist of lemon...just right............just right.


going back for another cup
coffee Can't get enough


Coffee beautuful brew, 
my morning’s magic,
 my midnight’s muse. 
 every bean, a story told
sip by sip liquid gold
 magical potion
fire up the emotion in me
coffee..............
 coffee oh.... coffee

 old  beat cafés,  poets teach beatnik plays 
Now they sell CDs  breakfast tofu
  vibes change, but not  love for our brew

going back for another cup
coffee Can't get enough



 Coffee beautuful brew, 
my morning’s magic,
 my midnight’s muse. 
 every bean, a story told
sip by sip liquid gold
 magical potion
fire up the emotion in me
coffee..............
 coffee oh.... coffee

 Morning wonder, after-meal bliss, 
A pleasure you never want to miss. Dark roast, cappuccino, cold brew blend, ,
 morning start 
dinners end 

 every corner of the world found,
 Coffee shops  beans freshly ground Handcrafted drinks, barista’s pride,  first sip, ready to ride


going back for another cup
coffee Can't get enough



 Coffee beautuful brew, 
my morning’s magic,
 my midnight’s muse. 
 every bean, a story told
sip by sip liquid gold
 magical potion
fire up the emotion in me
coffee..............
 coffee oh.... coffee
coffee..............
 coffee oh.... coffee

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Coffee Oh Coffee  By songwriter Edwin H. Balder

A true 3 ring wonder.....

Hey Clown by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Maybe I should get a big fuzzy wig, Big red nose, shoes way too big.
 A loud horn to squeeze, to tell you I'm around, 
‘Cause baby, you turned me into a clown.

 Storybook romance, took me in, Everything love could be, will power thin. 
Next thing you know, we're in Vegas getting hitched,
 I was one thing one day, then my life got switched.

 Maybe I should get a big fuzzy wig, Big red nose, shoes way too big.
 A loud horn to squeeze, to tell you I'm around, 
‘Cause baby, you turned me into a clown.

Worked for a while, you pulled me in deep,
 Motivated me to work harder, grab everything I could keep.
 You managed the money, I managed bringing it home,
 Now I’m sitting here broke and so damn alone.

 Maybe I should get a big fuzzy wig, Big red nose, shoes way too big.
 A loud horn to squeeze, to tell you I'm around, 
‘Cause baby, you turned me into a clown.


 Won't talk to my family or even my friends, Hard to see anyone, the way this one ends. 
You’re off someplace, living off my sweat,
 Me here like a clown who lost a giant bet.

(Bridge) Now I see the truth, the lies and deceit,
 I’m broken, torn, totally  beat 
in your circus, I played the fool, 
Now I’m just a joke, played by your rules.



In your show, I played my part
, But now it's time, I'll guard my heart. Played by tricks, 
Cue the circus sound, 
Just a broken man,
 lost and found.
Hey Clown..
Hey Clown
Played by tricks, 
Cue the circus sound, 
Just a broken man,
 lost and found.
hey Clown
Hey clown.....

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Hey Clown by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Maybe Sweet Baby Girl..... someday.... 

Sweet Baby Girl by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Come on in here, baby girl.. time for bed, 
Let me tuck you in, get our prayers said. 
Turn on the night light, after a story's read
, All the while, thoughts racing in my head.
 How do I not worry, the world won’t treat you right? 
Every woman someday has to go out and fight.
The only thing that matters, it seems, is men being right,
 I watch you grow and do your best, my shining light, 
 the field’s so uneven In a man's world,, I pray along and for you, my sweet baby girl, 
 the field’s so uneven In a man's world,, I pray along and for you, my sweet baby girl, my sweet baby girl, 
You’re growing up, doing well in school,
 Working within the system, playing by the rules. 
Compassion for others, in all that you do, 
Knowing the challenges that lie ahead for you.
 I see the strength, the fire in your eyes,
 You’ll face the world and win...no compromise.
The only thing that matters, it seems, is men being right,
 I watch you grow and do your best, my shining light, 
 the field’s so uneven In a man's world,, I pray along and for you, my sweet baby girl, 
 the field’s so uneven In a man's world,, I pray along and for you, my sweet baby girl, my sweet baby girl,
I hope you know you’re strong and wise, Your courage, love, it never lies. Tell me, tell me, do you understand, You have the power to command.
Tell me, tell me, do you understand, You have the power to command.

Though the world may be tough, and the fight long, 
Remember you’re brave, you belong. Keep your head high, heart full of grace, 
In every challenge, you’ll find your place.
 I’ll be here, cheering you on,
 For you, my  sweet baby girl, the brightest dawn.
The only thing that matters, it seems, is men being right,
 I watch you grow and do your best, my shining light, 
 the field’s so uneven In a man's world,, I pray along and for you, my sweet baby girl, 
 the field’s so uneven In a man's world,, I pray along and for you, my sweet baby girl, my sweet baby girl,
I pray along and for you, my sweet baby girl, my sweet baby girl, .....
 good good  night...my sweet baby girl.......

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Sweet Baby Girl by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Time for a Cowgirl Hero to WIN...

Cowgirl Hero by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

On the dusty plains of Texas, 'neath the wide open sky, Her folks left the farm to brothers, no one knows why. One day they disappeared, a mystery untold, The farm was left to her, a legacy bold.

 She's a cowgirl hero, rising from the dust, Fighting for her place, in her strength we trust. With grit and determination, she'll break the mold, Our cowgirl hero, a story to be told.

 The farmhands didn't respect her, just because she's a lass, She gave them all chances, but they didn't pass. Fed up with their stubborn ways, she let them all go, To the local resort, where the winds of change blow.

 She's a cowgirl hero, rising from the dust, Fighting for her place, in her strength we trust. With grit and determination, she'll break the mold, Our cowgirl hero, a story to be told.

 Found housekeepers on break, enjoying a bite, She saw potential in them, a future so bright. Hired them on the spot, together they grew strong, The farm thrived like never before, proving doubters wrong.

 She's a cowgirl hero, rising from the dust, Fighting for her place, in her strength we trust. With grit and determination, she'll break the mold, Our cowgirl hero, a story to be told.

Now the farm's a powerhouse, the region's pride, Everyone owns a piece, working side by side. Our cowgirl hero, with heart and soul, Turned dreams into reality, reaching her goal.

She's a cowgirl hero, rising from the dust, Fighting for her place, in her strength we trust. With grit and determination, she'll break the mold, Our cowgirl hero, a story to be told.

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Cowgirl Hero by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Room to ....room
No One Sleeping Here Tonight by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
(oooooo Yeaaaa)
No sleeping here tonight,
Baby, that's so alright.
Come together, hold me tight,
No one sleeping here tonight
(oooooo Yeaaaa)....

[ instrumental hook]

[Verse]
Midnight whispers, got the city on hush,
Candles flicker, heatin' up, no rush.
Electric vibes, tension in the air,
Your touch like fire, pullin' me near.
[ instrumental hook]
[Verse 2]
Velvet shadows, moonlight on your skin,
Undress the silence, let the night begin.
Heartbeat syncopated, rhythm so divine,
Two bodies swayin', lost in time

[Chorus](oooooo Yeaaaa)
No sleeping here tonight,
Baby, that's so alright.
Come together, hold me tight,
No one sleeping here tonight
(oooooo Yeaaaa)
Night fades away but our love still on  fire
Every touch, just builds our desire
keep it burning, let the fire stay bright
No one sleeping here tonight
(oooooo Yeaaaa)
No one sleeping here tonight
 [instrumental hook]
[Verse 3]
Sip of that wine, taste your lips, so sweet,
Every moment's magic, when our souls meet.
Gaze like a spell, got me hypnotized,
Forget the world, we're..... mesmerized....(.mesmerized.)....mesmerized.....

[Bridge]
Intimate secrets whisper
(whisper ) whisper  ( wisper).....
 (Kiss me)...kiss me....(kiss... me)....

[instrumental dance power solo]

[Verse 4]
Love's a journey, never-ending ride,
no more  feeling, I'm lost inside.
just our melody, chords only ours
In your arms, under the stars....

[Chorus](oooooo Yeaaaa)
No sleeping here tonight,
Baby, that's so alright.
Come together, hold me tight,
No one sleeping here tonight
(oooooo Yeaaaa)
Night fades away but our love still on  fire
Every touch, just builds our desire
keep it burning, let the fire stay bright
No one sleeping here tonight
(oooooo Yeaaaa)
No one sleeping here tonight

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No One Sleeping Here Tonight by E H..B

Got a free one way pass...
Here In Hell by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
 ....."Here in hell, you think you know pain… but pain’s never ...the... same."
The devil doesn’t ride in on a horse of flame, He’s in the way your voice still shakes when you say my name. The jukebox plays a song I used to call my own, But the notes unravel, and I’m left here alone. I gave up my wings for a seat at this bar, Where lost souls gather, and memories scar.
 Here in hell, you think you know pain, But here, pain’s never the same. You relive the love and peace you lost, For here in hell, you’re meant to exhaust All the wrongs you scream, all the lies you tell— Oh, here in hell is where you fell.....here in hell ...is.... where...... you fell.   ( fell.. to ..hell)
 The clock on the wall’s got a broken hand, It moves like the truth I couldn’t withstand. You said you’d stay, but the door’s still wide, And I’m left with the echo of the last lie you tried. The devil’s not cruel, he just knows your game, He deals in the secrets you thought no one could name.
 Here in hell, you think you know pain, But here, pain’s never the same. You relive the love and peace you lost, For here in hell, you’re meant to exhaust All the wrongs you scream, all the lies you tell— Oh, here in hell is where you fell.....here in hell ...is.... where...... you fell.   ( fell.. to ..hell)
 I used to think heaven was a place up above, But it’s the way you held me when I needed your love. Now I’m dancing with shadows, chasing ghosts in the flame, And the devil just whispers, “You chose this parade.” Here in hell, you... think.... you know ...pain…think...again!
 The bar’s closing down, but I’m still in my seat, Staring at the scars on the heart I can’t beat. The devil doesn’t win, he just watches you fall, And hell’s the name for the pain you recall. I’ll leave when I’m ready, or maybe I’ll stay, ‘Cause hell’s not a place—it’s the price you pay.
 Here in hell, you think you know pain, But here, pain’s never the same. You relive the love and peace you lost, For here in hell, you’re meant to exhaust All the wrongs you scream, all the lies you tell— Oh, here in hell is where you fell.....here in hell ...is.... where...... you fell.   (where...... you fell. ) fell to hell (fell to hell)...fell...to...hell....(hell)

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Here In Hell by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

This song and others you will find on the "Too Hip For The Room Playlist' are songs I loved but others felt were too outside the mainstream to move to the release stage. Well I saw The Boss was releasing old tracks so why not me. Each song in this collection is loved by the songwriter but so often that is not enough/ Be Well /Do well /Stay safe and know I love you all...EdAll rights reserved by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder(Lyric sheet available on request- Thanks to all the studio players)

Wreckage-By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Fix It by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Ain't That Kind of Show by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Museum Of Shadows by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

What A Time It Was by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

A words just just wrote themselves vibe ...
Drink To Solve 'em by Songwriter Edwin H Balder
He stood at the bar, said, "I'm the problem,
But it's easier to drink than try to solve 'em."
The jukebox hummed with a lonely tune,
And whispered truths about how he got better too soon.
Under the neon lights, Superman fell apart,
Searching for answers, chasing a brand-new start.
But life’s a game where the dice don’t roll fair,
He’d kick himself for dreaming she’d still care.
The night he met her, "What I want" played low,
Her laugh was the kind a man’s heart would know.
Just in case he thought fate could bend,
They danced in circles that led nowhere in the end.
Under the neon lights, Superman fell apart,
Searching for answers, chasing a brand-new start.
But life’s a game where the dice don’t roll fair,
He’d kick himself for dreaming she’d still care.
Skoal, Chevy, and Browning lined the scene,
They were echoes of a past, messy and serene.
Now he closes his eyes, quiet thoughts collide,
In the moment, he realizes her eyes were closed to goodbye.
He stood at the bar, said, "I'm the problem,
But it's easier to drink than try to solve 'em."
 "I'm the problem,
 drink to  solve 'em."
 drink to  solve 'em."
 drink to  solve 'em."

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Drink To Solve 'em by Songwriter Edwin H Balder

I still have the photo...
Date Night 1969 By Edwin H. Balder
The quarter’s spinning in my palm,
just enough for coffee or a song.
I worked all summer fixing bikes,
saving up for just one night.
The jukebox hums, the neon fades,
but tonight’s the only bet I’ve made.
Every dollar spent, every hour dreamed,
for a chance to prove she’s more than a dream.
It’s worth every penny, worth every try,
for one perfect moment, under a dim-lit sky.
If laughter is golden, and love is free,
then tonight, I’ll spend what’s left of me.
I rehearsed the words a hundred times,
but nothing sounds right when her eyes meet mine.
She’s always been the light I chase,
always been the home in this restless place.
The waitress winks, the band plays slow,
but all I hear is her heartbeat glow.
Every mile walked, every tear unshed,
for the one I’ve loved since we were kids.
It’s worth every penny, worth every try,
for one perfect moment, under a dim-lit sky.
If laughter is golden, and love is free,
then tonight, I’ll spend what’s left of me.
The car door swings, she steps inside,
the headlights tracing country miles.
The radio hums, I take her hand,
every beat feels like a new life planned.
She turns to me, the silence weighs,
but some stories end in a lover’s gaze...
Did she kiss me? Did the stars align?
Did my breath escape, or did we cross that line?
It’s worth every penny, worth every prayer,
for the way she lingers in the midnight air.

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Date Night 1969 By Edwin H. Balder

And AM is just alright by me...
Static Midnight Air bu songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Static hums through the midnight air,
an oldies station, pullin’ me somewhere.
Back when these songs weren’t faded gold,
but the soundtrack of my life, fresh and bold.
First gear rolled through a county line,
American Pie played on borrowed time.
That old Ford rattled, windows down,
every dream riding shotgun through town.
The radio spun like fate on cue,
telling stories only I once knew.
Every chorus a time machine,
every highway a memory seen.
These radio roads don’t fade,
every turn sings yesterday.
That old AM dial still calls,
a melody running through it all.
These radio roads don’t change,
but the miles have rearranged.
Backseat kisses in a desert breeze,
Brandy (You’re a Fine Girl) played with ease.
Neon signs blinked late-night truths,
every lyric a stitch in youth.
I swore I’d never let it fade,
but time don’t ask, it just gets paid.
Every chorus a time machine,
every highway a memory seen.
These radio roads don’t fade,
every turn sings yesterday.
That old AM dial still calls,
a melody running through it all.
These radio roads don’t change,
but the miles have rearranged.
Pulled over, let the static play,
felt the years wash over gray.
The dust still clings to these old steel wheels,
but the songs remain, raw and real.
Took a breath, let it ride,
let the past sit shotgun by my side.
That DJ calls another tune,
Free Bird soaring through the moon.
I let it play, I hum along,
knowing some things never move on.
Rolling west, chasing light,
with oldies still holding me tight.
These radio roads don’t fade,
every turn sings yesterday.
That old AM dial still calls,
a melody running through it all.
These radio roads don’t change,
but the miles have rearranged.

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Static Midnight Air bu songwriter Edwin H. Balder

For My Great Uncle John the grand man of the land
Digging Deep by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
The sun paints gold on the fields outside,
But the numbers don’t match the work I’ve tried.
The cattle are fat, the crops grew tall,
But the bills stack higher than the barnyard wall.
I sit at the desk where my father sat,
Running the numbers, running out of slack.
The land’s been good, the rain came through,
But good ain’t enough when the debt comes due.
Digging deep, digging down,
Holding on while the world spins round.
The family farm, it’s in my blood,
But the fight gets harder in the dust and mud.
Digging deep, digging wide,
Praying this land still stays alive.
The kids are in town, the wife’s at the store,
Counting dollars, counting more.
She don’t say much, but I see it clear,
The weight of worry, the weight of years.
Digging deep, digging down,
Holding on while the world spins round.
The family farm, it’s in my blood,
But the fight gets harder in the dust and mud.
Digging deep, digging wide,
Praying this land still stays alive.
Some men build towers, some men build towns,
Some men just hold their ground.
I ain’t asking for riches, I ain’t asking for fame,
Just a fair shot at keeping my name.
The sun sets slow, the fields turn red,
I hear my father’s words in my head.
“You don’t quit, you don’t fold,
You stand your ground, you break the mold.”
So I sharpen the plow, I fuel the truck,
I ain’t leaving, I ain’t giving up.
Digging deep, digging down,
Holding on while the world spins round.
The family farm, it’s in my blood,
But the fight gets harder in the dust and mud.
Digging deep, digging wide,
Praying this land still stays alive.
The land don’t quit, the land don’t lie,
It holds the truth beneath the sky.
So I dig deep, I dig strong,
And I pray this farm keeps holding on.
dig deep,
dig deep
dig strong,
dig strong
pray this farm keeps holding on.
pray this farm keeps holding on.

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Dig Deep by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Truth in nature holds....
Mountain Lion by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
The dust don’t settle, the wind don’t wait,
And a cowboy learns by the hands of fate.
Every scar’s got a story, every line’s got a name,
And the lessons don’t change, they just pass down again.
My granddad rode with leather hands,
Taught me how to break a wild one’s stand.
Said, “Son, don’t fight what you can’t control,
But never let go of what makes you whole.”
The prairie don’t care if you rise or fall,
It just keeps rolling, standing tall.
Forged in fire, built by dust,
Every lesson earned, every hand we trust.
The road ain’t easy, the ride ain’t smooth,
But a cowboy’s heart is made to prove.
Forged in fire, tried by time,
Passed down strong like a Mountain Lion.
My father worked till the daylight burned,
Said, “A man don’t quit, a man just learns.”
The storms will come, the droughts will stay,
But the land remembers who walked its way.
You don’t ask for mercy, don’t beg for grace,
You stand your ground, you know your place.
Forged in fire, built by dust,
Every lesson earned, every hand we trust.
The road ain’t easy, the ride ain’t smooth,
But a cowboy’s heart is made to prove.
Forged in fire, tried by time,
Passed down strong like a Mountain Lion.
Some men break, some men bend,
Some keep riding till the bitter end.
The fire don’t burn what’s meant to last,
It just makes steel from the past.
Now I ride with my son at my side,
Teaching him how to hold his pride.
Said, “Boy, don’t fear what you can’t outrun,
Just face the wind and ride toward the sun.”
The lessons don’t change, the words don’t fade,
They’re carved in the dust, in the life we made.
Forged in fire, built by dust,
Every lesson earned, every hand we trust.
The road ain’t easy, the ride ain’t smooth,
But a cowboy’s heart is made to prove.
Forged in fire, tried by time,
Passed down strong like a Mountain Lion.
The dust don’t settle, the wind don’t wait,
And a cowboy learns by the hands of fate.
Every scar’s got a story, every line’s got a name,
And the lessons don’t change, they just pass down again.
 lessons don’t change, they just pass down again.

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Mountain Lion by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Maybe write a book....
Ringo & Fur Trapper Jake by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Boots on dust, sky burns bright
Two men stand, one won’t see night
Crowd steps back, wind don’t breathe
One gonna fall, one gonna leave
Ringo rides in, coat hung low
Gun at his hip, got nowhere to go
Ain’t no saint, ain’t no man to trust
But Fur Trapper Jake?—he’s worse than dust
Jake sold whiskey spoiled and dark
Ran his mouth, left a scar
Touched the wrong hands, stole the wrong pride
Now he stands, shaking, too drunk to hide
High noon rings, silence speaks
One man draws, one man sleeps
Crowd won’t cry, ground won’t shake
Ain’t no mourning for Fur Trapper Jake
Jake spit curses, stumbled back
Gun in his grip, but the aim was slack
Ringo stood, waiting still
One blink, one shot—one man killed
Smoke rose slow, sky held gray
Jake dropped hard, but no one prayed
Blood met dirt, but none stepped near
Just watched him fade, watched him disappear
High noon rings, silence speaks
One man draws, one man sleeps
Crowd won’t cry, ground won’t shake
Ain’t no mourning for Fur Trapper Jake
No marker laid, no words were read
Just dust and sky where the drunk fell dead
Some men ride, some men run
Some don’t know when their end has come
Ringo turned, let the dust reclaim
Ain’t no saint, ain’t got no name
But justice don’t ask what’s right or wrong
Just who stays breathing when the fight is gone
High noon rings, silence speaks
One man draws, one man sleeps
Crowd won’t cry, ground won’t shake
Ain’t no mourning for Fur Trapper Jake]
Night fell slow, stars rolled in
Jake laid still where the dust had been
No grave was made, no light was shown
And ..nobody... cared,.... like .....he’d...... never ....been.......known....

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Ringo & Fur Trapper Jake by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Not a day goes by.....
Still Writing Us   by songwiter Edwin H. Balder
I keep staring at the page
Chords keep slipping, words escape
Every line ain't quite right
Every rhyme don’t shine tonight
I could say you’re the sunrise
I could write that you’re the stars
But none of it feels honest
None of it feels ours
I could promise forever
I could write how hearts don’t break
But the truth is, love’s not perfect
And neither are the songs I make
Still writing you, still searching through
Every melody, every tune
Every chorus falls too short
Every lyric ain't enough
But if love was just a song
I’d never stop writing us
I could try a grand confession
I could make the words feel bold
But love ain't in the verses
It's in the moments left untold
Like the way you sip your coffee
Like the way you hum along
It ain't written in the letters
It's just living in the song
Still writing you, still searching through
Every melody, every tune
Every chorus falls too short
Every lyric ain't enough
But if love was just a song
I’d never stop writing us
I ain't got the perfect line
Ain't got the words to say it right
But when I sing, I hope you hear
That every word I write is near
So maybe I won’t finish
Maybe love ain’t meant to rhyme
Maybe songs just keep on breathing
Like the way you stay in mine

Still writing you, still searching through
Every melody, every tune
Every chorus falls too short
Every lyric ain't enough
But if love was just a song
I’d never stop writing us

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Still Writing Us   by songwiter Edwin H. Balder

Soundtrack to a life I never go to...
First Redeo by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Ain’t my first rodeo ain’t my first fall 

Ain’t my first time bettin on nothin at all 

The creek ain’t risin but Lord knows I will 

Been bustin my boots and punchin the till 

Ain’t got a pot but I got some beans 

Ain’t got a crown but I live like a king 

Spilt the milk broke the gate 

But hell I guess that’s just my fate 

Well the barn doors open the horses are gone 

The road is dusty but I roll on 

Ain’t no fence gonna hold my way 

I’m knee high in mud but I like it that way 

Ain’t got much but I got my say 

Ain’t my first rodeo I’ll be okay 

I’ll be okay 

I’ll be okay I’ll be okay 

Ain’t my first rodeo I’ll be okay 

 

Ain’t all hat ain’t all show 

Ain’t got a lick of quit no sir no 

Make hay while the sun still shines 

Bet your boots I’ll be just fine 

Spilled my whiskey lost my pride 

Got bucked off but I still ride 

Ain’t crying over nothing small 

Big dogs run but they still fall 

 

Well the barn doors open the horses are gone 

The road is dusty but I roll on 

Ain’t no fence gonna hold my way 

I’m knee high in mud but I like it that way 

Ain’t got much but I got my say 

Ain’t my first rodeo I’ll be okay 

I’ll be okay 

I’ll be okay I’ll be okay 

Ain’t my first rodeo I’ll be okay 

 

Well the barn doors open the horses are gone 

The road is dusty but I roll on 

Ain’t my first rodeo ain't my last round 

Bet your boots I ain’t backing down 

Ain’t got much but I got my say 

Ain’t my first rodeo I’ll be okay 

I’ll be okay 

I’ll be okay I’ll be okay 

Ain’t my first rodeo I’ll be okay 

I’ll .....be..... okay 

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First Redeo by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Viva by American K-POP BOYS
All Rights Held by Edwin H. Balder
Started from nothing, pequeño in the barrio
Dreams bigger than the block, corazón full of fuego
Mama said "mijo, reach for the stars"
Papa worked two jobs, showed me how far
(How far we can go)
Seventeen with a guitar, singing on the corner
Every rejection made me stronger
Now you see me rising up
From the ground to the top
Esta es mi historia
(This is my story)
Dale, let me tell you how
This is the life of a dreamer
From the streets to the stage, sí señor
Dancing through the pain and the fever
Esta es mi vida, this is my vida
(Mi vida, mi vida)
Every step that I take
Every move that I make
This is the life of a dreamer
Esta es mi vida, mi vida
Twenty-one in the studio, grinding every night
Learning every language, harmony so tight
Seoul to San Juan, taking every flight
Four voices as one, reaching new heights
(We rise up together)
Critics said we'd never make it
But our passion couldn't fake it
Now you see us rising up
From the ground to the top
Esta es nuestra historia
(This is our story)
Dale, let us show you how
This is the life of a dreamer
From the streets to the stage, sí señor
Dancing through the pain and the fever
Esta es mi vida, this is my vida
(Mi vida, mi vida)
Every step that I take
Every move that I make
This is the life of a dreamer
Esta es mi vida, mi vida
Started with a vision, now we're living it
Every scar and every tear was worth it
From the barrio to the world stage
Every page of my story, every age
(Tell them who we are)
Late nights, bright lights, we earned this
Stage fright, but we learned this
Four brothers, one dream, we burned this
Into our souls, now the whole world heard this
You see the glamour, but you don't see the grind
You see the success, but you don't see the climb
This is my testimony, this is my time
From nothing to something, one note at a time
This is the life of a dreamer
From the streets to the stage, sí señor
Dancing through the pain and the fever
Esta es mi vida, this is my vida
(Mi vida, mi vida, mi vida)
Every step that I take
Every move that I make
This is the life of a dreamer
Esta es mi vida, mi vida
(This is my life, my life)
From the barrio to the stars
Esta es mi vida, mi vida
(This is who we are)
Mi historia, mi vida
(My story, my life)
Esta es mi vida


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Viva by American K-POP BOYS

mighty fine, working all the time, mighty fine...
Mighty Fine by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
five forty-five, hit the second clock
already spilled half the coffee on my socks
boots by the door, lunch in a bag
truck’s runnin’ hot, check engine tag
my boy needs cleats, jersey's near two bills
guess they play like pros now in the kids' leagues still
his eyes lit up—I said “we’ll see”
which means I’ll skip lunch the rest of the week
[pre-chorus]
and i’m just tryin’ to stay ahead
stackin’ hours on a thread
they say we’re doin’ mighty fine
got a roof, got the power line
kids don’t know that bills don’t bend
i just work, repeat, pretend
every Saturday I swap for gold
old jeans turned into winter coats
you ask how I am—I toe the line
smile and say,
“we’re doin’ mighty fine”
second shift ends past midnight light
grab a six-pack, head home right
dog’s been fed but stares like more
wife’s asleep by the sliding door
stepped on a toy in the hallway dark
thought about college and how we’ll start
daughter’s got dance and her shoes don’t fit
but she twirls like she don’t notice it
[pre-chorus]
and i sit on the back porch rail
countin’ stars I let derail
they say we’re doin’ mighty fine
got the bills stacked in a halfway line
kids still laugh, wife still sings
dog still barks when the front bell rings
every Sunday, we stretch what’s left
watch cartoons, try to rest
you ask how I am—I sip the wine
shrug and say,
“we’re doin’ mighty fine”
i once dreamed bigger, once dreamed bold
with guitars, stages, stories told
but now it’s band-aids and cereal spills
weekend markets and overdue bills
sometimes I stare and don’t quite speak
think about knees that used to be knees
but then my boy kicks the ball just right
and damn if that don’t feel like light
my daughter smiles, calls me her king
my wife hums joy into the simplest things
this ain’t the life I drew in pen
but it sure beats not livin’ again
they say we’re doin’ mighty fine
and maybe this hurt’s by design
kids still grow, love still shows
even when the garden won’t grow
every scar’s another vow
every “how” becomes a “somehow”
you ask how I am—I ain’t lyin’
I smile and say,
“we’re doin’ mighty fine”
mighty fine...
we’re doin’ mighty fine...
might be tired, might be broke
but there’s still laughter in the smoke
mighty fine...
we’re doin’ mighty fine..
mighty fine...
we’re doin’ mighty fine..mighty fine...
we’re... doin’ ....mighty ......fine.........

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Mighty Fine by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

This song is open source ...Cover Away!
The Land of Close and Almost  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
played my part just off the stage
behind the lights and center page
steel string, low key, old sunburst wood
made a lot of stars sound good
i've had stadium crowds on their feet
for a solo that never had my name on the seat
then I slide back down, no bow, no boast
just another face in the land of close and almost
rode the bus through a thousand towns
tuned the set while they wrote it down
shared my soul with neon halls
while the headliner soaked it all
knew better than to wait for a wave
some stories just ain’t made to save
you shake the hand, you lift the load
then disappear on a different road
but it’s been almost wonderful to me
this life just shy of marquee
no gold-plated name, no fan mail flood
but I’ve bled truth in every chord I strummed
in the shadow of the spotlight’s ghost
I found my home
in the land of close and almost
there’s a brotherhood behind that mic
where late-night jokes outlive the likes
we raise our cups to second takes
and harmonies the star can’t fake
we play for rent, and for the hush
when a room goes still in a quiet rush
no interviews, no headlines bold—
just worn-down calluses and gold
i’ve watched the glitz, i’ve seen the fall
signed names on vinyl with no call
stood behind a singer in rhinestone light
while my chord held up their biggest night
but I learned a thing the front don’t teach—
the deepest love don’t need a speech
there’s glory in the hidden hand
that helps a stranger take a stand
so to the drummers, techs, and pedal men
the ones who try, then try again
we built this whole damn song by host—
this land of close
and almost
yeah, it’s been almost wonderful to me
a patchwork prayer in every key
i’ve earned my keep in grace and grit
and left no stage without a bit
may not be the name they toast
but I belong
in the land of close and almost
still I belong...
in the land of close and almost
close and almost (close and almost) close and almost
still I belong...(belong)
in the land of close and almost
close.. and.. almost.. (close and almost) ...close ...and ...almost......


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The Land of Close and Almost  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

When the ouline of broken is as black as the the pain
Just Mascara by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
mascara on the pillowcase
says more than words ever could say
when love runs out, it don’t walk away—
it stains, it streaks... it stays
she left the bathroom light still on
and half a curl in the flat iron gone
her perfume like a last goodbye
hauntin’ the mirror while i ask why
that streak of black beneath the glass
told me more than her lips ever has
it wasn’t the fight that broke our spark—
it was the way she smeared the dark
mascara, runnin’ like a river down her face
screamin’ secrets we both tried to erase
she wept in colors—black and brave
and every tear was a vow she gave
no goodbye note, no morning sun
just mascara… sayin’ “we’re done.”
i cleaned the sink but left that line
as if erasin’ her would cross a line
some loves end sharp, some loves get loud
but this one whispered from a cloud
no slammed door, no midnight call
just makeup trails on a peach-toned wall
she broke in silence, soft and stark—
and signed her exit in the dark
mascara, fallin’ like a ribbon through the pain
tellin’ truths our tongues couldn’t explain
she cried the verse i couldn't write
a ballad born in bathroom light
she didn’t shout, she didn’t run—
her mascara… said, “i’m done.”
black lines curl where courage bends
and all that’s left are might-have-beens
a woman don’t break all at once
she fades in streaks and haunted fronts
if you ever see those painted tears
don’t ask “what’s wrong” if you weren’t near
that line don’t lie, it don’t pretend—
it’s love that leaked
when trust hit end
mascara, rainin’ down in velvet ache
in every droplet, a vow she’d break
she wore goodbye in that shade of night
and left a love too dark to fight
no curtain call, no second drum—
just mascara... sayin' "i'm done."
mascara on the pillowcase...
it stains, ....it streaks... it stays....

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Just Mascara  by Hot Cookie

Ballad of Gratitude / Tribute to Fallen Artists
You hold the pen 🌹You tune the room
I heard a voice in the static hum
A chord that shook where I come from
It wasn’t new, but it felt brand new
Like a ghost that still sings true
They’re not on stage, not in the light
But they show up when the mix feels right
In the echo, in the vinyl hiss
In the silence I almost miss
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord…
They’re gone but not too far
Still riding shotgun in my car
Still humming low in every bar
They burned so bright, they left a scar
And I still learn from the last star
I felt them once in a hotel room
When the melody cut through the gloom
A line I wrote, but it wasn’t mine
It came from somewhere past the line
They don’t need names, they don’t need praise
They live in chords and smoky haze
In every take, in every try
They’re the reason I still cry
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord…
They’re gone but not too far
Still riding shotgun in my car
Still humming low in every bar
They burned so bright, they left a scar
And I still learn from the last star
Some left young, some left old
Some left stories never told
But when I sing, I feel them near
Like they’re whispering in my ear
So if you hear me late at night
Singing soft beneath the light
Know I’m not alone in that refrain
I’m just calling out their name
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord…
Let me shine where they once stood
Let me carry what they could
And if I fall, let it be known
I sang with stars… before I was gone


All rights held by the songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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Sang With Stars

I hit every note like a prayer in the dark
Got a voice that could echo through Central Park
But they scroll past me, eyes glazed and numb
'Cause I don’t flash thighs or chew bubblegum
Dropped a countdown, poured out my soul
Posted the teaser, watched it take no toll
No vinyl orders, no CD spins
Just “you’d chart if you showed more skin”
They say “girl, you need a brand, not a ballad”
“Get a stylist, not a stanza—make it valid”
But I’m not here to pose, I’m here to bleed
And I won’t trade truth for a viral feed
I sing like heaven, but I sell like hell
Got truth in my tone, but no thirst to compel
They want a backbend, not a backstory
I’m a diamond in a world that rewards purgatory
I sing like heaven, but I sell like hell
She’s got the angles, the gloss, the glare
I’ve got the scars, the grit, the prayer
But they stream cleavage, not confession
She’s trending in flesh, I’m stuck in expression
I saw her cover—just hips and haze
No liner notes, no soul, just praise
They called it “iconic,” they called it “hot”
But not once did they mention the song she forgot
I sing like heaven, but I sell like hell
Got truth in my tone, but no thirst to compel
They want a waistline, not a lifeline
I’m a diamond in a world that wants rhinestones to shine
I sing like heaven, but I sell like hell
[intense musical solo]
They quote her tweets, not her lyrics
They stream her looks, not her spirit
She’s got the fame, the filters, the flair
But I’ve got the ache, the art, the air
I read the books, she read the room
I wrote the verses, she posed in perfume
They gave her Grammys, gave me “next time”
But I’d rather be timeless than trend on a dime
Maybe one day they’ll hear the ache
In every breath I didn’t fake
But until then, I’ll write my name
In melodies they can’t reclaim
 I sing like heaven, but I sell like hell
Got stories to tell, and I sing them well
They want a body, I bring a soul
But I’ll keep singing till I’m whole
I sing like heaven… even if I sell like hell
"They buy what they see first—skin before sound.
But I’m not some dessert to dress up and serve.
I’m the meal you crave when you’re starving for truth.
I never lie, I never pose.
Still, I wish my chest was fuller, my hips more round—
So maybe then, you’d finally hear my sound.

🌹Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. 

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Sing Like Heaven, Sell Like Hell🌹Tina Talone🌹

They say I’m trouble, say I’m loud  
Say I’m drunk and too damn proud  
But I just call it living strong  
‘Cause I ain’t done nothing wrong  
I cussed out a preacher in Abilene  
Tried to kiss his wife behind the screen  
Got banned from the Opry, twice last year  
But I still sell out and drink free beer  
They write me off, they write me songs  
But I ain’t done nothing wrong  
I ain’t done nothing wrong, just lived a little loud  
Got a fistful of stories and a fanbase crowd  
Yeah, I’ve said dumb things and I’ve swung too wide  
But I’ve never once faked what’s inside  
So pour me a shot and sing along  
I ain’t done nothing wrong  
Bar fights, bad tweets, motel sins  
I’ve lost some teeth and a few good friends  
But I still got my boots and my guitar  
And a heart that’s dumb but shoots for stars  
From dusty roads to neon lights  
I’ve chased dreams and endless nights  
Gambled hearts on the edge of town  
But I won't be the one to slow down  
Saw the sun rise on too many days  
And danced through life's winding maze  
I ain’t your hero, I ain’t your saint  
I’m just the paint on a honky-tonk complaint  
I mess up big, I love too hard  
But I never lied in a country bar  
I ain’t done nothing wrong, just lived a little loud  
Got a fistful of stories and a fanbase crowd  
Yeah, I’ve burned some bridges and I’ve kissed the flame  
But I’d do it all again the same  
So pour me a shot and sing along  
I ain’t done nothing wrong  
So if you see me stumbling through your town  
Just know I’m the fool who won’t stay down  
With a guitar in hand, I'll carry on  
I ain’t done nothing wrong  
Just wrote it all into song  nothing wrong
(nothing wrong)nothing wrong...Just wrote.. it.. all... into song

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They Say I’m Trouble

Been a long, lonely while
Since I’ve seen that smile
The one I used to come home to
Each day before we lost our way
And suddenly, there you are
Getting out of your car
And I’m just standing here
Wondering how I let you go
So, so, so long ago
You looked at me like time stood still
Like the years hadn’t had their fill
Of all the things we didn’t say
Of all the nights we gave away
I felt the wind, I felt the ache
I felt the ground begin to shake
And all I wanted was to know
If you still think of me
From so long ago
So long ago
But I still feel it you know
Like a summer wind
Through the things we didn’t mend
So long ago
But I still what to know
do you ever think of me
and the way we used to be 
so long ago   oooooh
so long..ago
I remember your laugh in the kitchen light
I remember your tears when we used to fight
I remember the way you’d hum that tune
And how we’d dance beneath the moon
I remember the way you’d say my name
Like it was safe, like it was flame
And now you’re here, and I’m undone
By everything we could’ve won
You said, “I wasn’t sure I’d stop”
I said, “I wasn’t sure I’d drop”
But here we are, on this old street
Where memory and silence meet
I’m not asking for a vow
Just wondering if you feel it now
That maybe time was just a thief
That maybe love still hides beneath
So long ago
But I still feel it you know
Like a summer wind
Through the things we didn’t mend
So long ago
But I still what to know
do you ever think of me
and the way we used to be 
so long ago   oooooh
so long..ago
I never stopped loving you
I just stopped saying it
And maybe that’s the same thing
Or maybe it’s the reason
We’re standing here
So long ago
So long ago
So long ago…
So long ago
But I still feel it you know
Like a summer wind
Through the things we didn’t mend
So long ago
But I still what to know
do you ever think of me
and the way we used to be 
so long ago   oooooh
so long..ago


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So Long Ago written by Edwin H. Balder

Rolling one for Willie
While the sun dips low
Thinking ‘bout the voices
That taught me how to go
John Prine with a crooked grin
Taught me how to write from within
Jerry Jeff with a worn-out hat
Showed me where the wild ones sat
Hank sang pain like it was gold
Patsy made the heartbreak bold
Charlie Pride with velvet fire
Lit the truth and raised it higher
Chet picked notes like falling rain
Made me feel the joy and strain
And Willie—he just stayed the course
With a song, a soul, and a beat-up voice
Rolling one for Willie
And all the ones who came before
They gave me rhythm, gave me reason
Gave me something to adore
Rolling one for Willie
And the stories that they told
They made me sing, they made me swing
They made this boy's  country rock and roll
I walked through Memphis in my boots
Heard the echoes in the roots
I rode that midnight Georgia train
Felt the gospel in the rain
I thanked the Lord for country boys
For banjos, barns, and backroad noise
I played the chords they left behind
And found my voice in every line
They weren’t perfect, they weren’t saints
But they gave me songs, gave me paints
To color life in shades of truth
To write the blues into my youth
Now I sit beneath the stars
With a pen, a pick, and a few old scars
And every time I light one up
I raise their names can' get enough
Rolling one for Willie
And all the ones who came before
They gave me rhythm, gave me reason
Gave me something to adore
Rolling one for Willie
And the stories that they told
They made me sing, they made me swing
they showed me wonders music can hold
Here’s to the ones who taught me how
To sing the truth and take a bow
To write it raw, to play it clean
To chase the light behind the screen
Rolling one for Willie
And the legends in my soul
They made me whole
They made me whole
Rolling one for Willie
And the legends in my soul
They made me whole  ooooh
They made me whole  ooooh
They made me whole 

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Rolling One for Willie written by Edwin H. Balder

I was twenty-three with a half-tank dream
Runnin’ from ghosts and gasoline
Had a map with coffee stains
And a heart that couldn’t outrun pain
Pulled into a diner off I-10
Met a waitress with a crooked grin
She said, “Every man hits a crossroad in their life
most for love, and she said for that I got no advice
I’d been offered deals and nashville lights
Fast-track fame and sleepless nights
But I kept hearin’ my daddy’s drawl
Sayin’, “Son, not every rise is worth the fall.”
So I turned down the record man
Took a gig with a local band
Played for tips and second chances
In bars where truth still dances
There’s a fork in the dust
(There’s a fork in the dust)
Where the wind don’t trust
And the signs all fade with time
You can chase the gold
(You can chase the gold)
Or hold what’s old
But you can’t ride both lines
Every choice leaves a scar
Every mile tells who you are( who you are)who you are
There’s a fork in the dust
And it don’t wait long
so do your best with every dam song (every dam song)
every dam song
do your best with... every.... dam .......SONG!
Met a girl with a voice like summer rain
She sang of loss that keeps comm'en back again
We wrote a song ‘bout broken roads
And how some hearts just don’t ever know
She asked me once, “Would you trade this life
For a mansion, fame, and a trophy wife?”
I said, “I’d rather sleep in a truck bed cold
Than drown in music not from my soal
we get older, boots get  worn thin
yet Still chasin’ chords in desert wind
 made mistakes, let folks down
But I never sold-out.. my hometown sound
And when the young ones ask me why
I didn’t climb that corporate sky
I say, “The stars ain’t worth the climb
If you lose your soul ....and I still got mine   still got mine...still got mine
There’s a fork in the dust
(There’s a fork in the dust)
Where the wind don’t trust
And the signs all fade with time
You can chase the gold
(You can chase the gold)
Or hold what’s old
But you can’t ride both lines
Every choice leaves a scar
Every mile tells who you are( who you are)who you are
There’s a fork in the dust
And it don’t wait long
so do your best with every dam song (every dam song)
every dam song
do your best with... every.... dam .......SONG!
 if you’re standin’ where I stood
Choose the road that feels like it should
Not polished stone or silver lies
But the one where truth still rides
There’s a fork in the dust
(There’s a fork in the dust)
Where the wind don’t trust
And the signs all fade with time
You can chase the gold
(You can chase the gold)
Or hold what’s old
But you can’t ride both lines
Every choice leaves a scar
Every mile tells who you are( who you are)who you are
There’s a fork in the dust
And it don’t wait long
so do your best with every dam song (every dam song)
every dam song
do your best with... every.... dam .......SONG!

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Fork in the Dust written by Edwin H. Balder

He said the thing you don’t unsay (don’t unsay)
She turned her back and walked away (walked away)
The porch light flickered, then went dark (went dark)
The dog just whimpered in the yard (the yard)
You feel it shift, you feel it yet
No rewind, no... safety.... net.....
We’re in it now, no turnin’ back
We’re in it now The bridge is burned, the sky gone black
We crossed the line, we made good look bad
No fixin’ this, no going back .....to what we had
We’re in it now( We’re in it now)
We’re in it now
We’re in it now, no turnin’ back
We’re in it now The bridge is burned, the sky gone black
We crossed the line, we made good look bad
No fixin’ this, no going back ......to what we had
We’re in it now( We’re in it now)
We’re in it now
It started with a whisper, ended in a roar
A truth too big to hide behind the door
She said, “I’m done,” he said, “I dare”
And the wind just watched like it wasn’t there
The neighbors prayed, the preacher drank
The river rose, the levee sank
The dog still howls, the porch still creaks
And the mailbox rusts cause no one speaks
The fire took the fence, the rain took the trail
And the stars blinked out like a closing tale
It started with a whisper, ended in a roar
A truth too big to hide behind the door
You can’t unsay what’s carved in stone
You can’t unride what’s gone alone
 if you’re standin’ on that edge ready to make a move
Think twice before you think you got somting to prove
‘Cause once it’s said, you might want to run
You’ll feel the heat, that shits never done
We’re in it now ( We’re in it now)
We’re in it now
We crossed the line, we made good look bad
No fixin’ this, no going back....to what we had
We’re in it now( We’re in it now)
We’re in it now

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We’re In It Now written by Edwin H. Balder

Born blue in the early light
June thirtieth, fifty-two fight
Umbilical cord like a noose of fate
But I kicked through the odds and showed up late
Radio played the greatest game
While my mama breathed through the pain
They gave me my father’s name in case
I never got to see her face

[Verse 2]
Long Island house with garage dreams
Dad chased power, split the seams
Mom was a nurse with steady grace
Held the line when we lost our place
Puerto Rico, factory start
Fell apart like a hopeful heart
We came back broke but still intact
Till love turned cold and the past looked back

[Chorus – Hook]
I’ve been lost, I’ve been found
I’ve been spun all around
From Saranac snow to desert sun
From broken vows to the only one
I’ve been a name, I’ve been a flame
I’ve been the quiet in the loudest game
And if this is the end of the mile
I pass with a smile

[Verse 3]
School in the snow, boots too thin
Then west I went, let the heat begin
L.A. lights and Phoenix dust
New Mexico dreams that turned to rust
Married wrong, but love came right
Julie and the kids lit up my night
Built a life no one could steal
Invented truth, wrote what I feel

[Bridge – Spoken-sung]
I’ve been the song no one heard
I’ve been the man behind the word
I’ve been the fire, I’ve been the grace
I’ve been the soul time can’t erase

[Final Chorus – Hook]
I’ve been lost, I’ve been found
I’ve been spun all around
From Saranac snow to desert sun
From broken vows to the only one
I’ve been a name, I’ve been a flame
I’ve been the quiet in the loudest game
And if this is the end of the mile
I pass with a smile

[Outro – Fade with soft sax and acoustic fingerpicking]
I pass with a smile…
I pass with a smile…    Love you all...e

I Pass with a Smile by songwiter 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 Pass with a Smile by songwiter Edwin H. Balder

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