HABITS

It hurts

  the man they overlook  (they overlook )
  the verse they never took  ( they never took)
 the line that still rings true  (the line that still rings true)  
 the rust that sings for you
  the break that didn’t bend
 the start that won’t pretend
 Friday, cracked and raw
 the dream they never saw
the dream they never saw
the dream they never saw
[Verse 1 two acoutic guitar oly with vocal]
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
That’s my Friday—not so far
Steel-toed boots kicked off by the door
 hum a tune I’ve sung before
The drywall dust still clings to my skin
But I play like I was born to win
 paycheck’s spent,  fridge is bare
But I’ve got rhythm, I’ve got clean air
I work the line from dawn to dusk
I lift, I haul, I breathe the rust
I clock in dreams and clock out pain
I write my verses in the rain
They say Nashville’s just a myth
But I’ve got chords that 's gonna hit
I’ve got a voice that won’t lay low
I’ve got a fire they’ll never know
My truck’s got dents, my roof leaks slow
But I’ve got songs that still can grow
I play for dogs, for stars, for ghosts
For every dream that hurts the most
I strum like time forgot my name
I sing like loss deserves acclaim
I drink to hope, I toast to scars
I chase the sound beneath the bars
I’ve sent demos, I’ve prayed to tape
I’ve carved my truth in every scrape
I’ve played for crowds of just one chair
I’ve felt the silence, felt the stare
But I keep going, keep the beat
I write in sweat, I rhyme in heat
I know the odds, I know the game
But I still play, I still proclaim
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
That’s my Friday—not so far
 that won’t sit still I’ve got a dream that won’t sit still
voice that bends the will I’ve got a voice that bends the will
heart that won’t back down I’ve got a heart that won’t back down
I’ve got a sound that owns this town
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
That’s my Friday—not so far That’s my Friday That’s my Friday
That’s my Friday—not so far
 the man they overlook  (they overlook )
  the verse they never took  ( they never took)
 the line that still rings true  (the line that still rings true)  
 the rust that sings for you
  the break that didn’t bend
 the start that won’t pretend
 Friday, cracked and raw
 dream they never saw
 dream they never saw
the dream they never saw
dream they never saw
dream they never saw
[Verse 3 full band going at it full speed]
play this song ‘til fingers bleed
give this town what it don’t need
sing for those who never tried
For every soul that’s been denied
 ride this chord to where it ends
write for strangers, write for friends
play for Nashville, play for me
play for who ..I’m ..meant..... to be.....
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
That’s my Friday
 that won’t sit still I’ve got a dream that won’t sit still
voice that bends the will ....I’ve got a voice that bends the will
heart that won’t back down....... I’ve got a heart that won’t back down
I’ve got a sound that should own this town
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
That’s my Friday—That’s my Friday That’s my Friday
That’s my Friday… 
That’s my Friday… …
Six-pack and a song… 
 still playing… …Six-pack.... ..... a song......  old guitar
Six a song… 
 … …Six-pack.... .... a song......  old guitar

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Back Home

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

Six-pack and a song on my old guitar That’s My Friday

Edwin Balder