Feel the rhythm, lift your soul! This album blends the energy of funk, the depth of gospel, and the soul of worship into an electrifying musical experience. With powerful vocals, groovy basslines, and uplifting brass sections, each track is designed to move your heart and your feet.

Shine On Me

I'm Done.mp3

A quiet declaration of growth in progress. This is a song for anyone still figuring it out, still hurting but still here. You don’t have to be healed to be honest. You just have to be human — and still becoming.

Im Still Becoming

Bleeding Hearts And the Songs I'll Never Write

Fool

it has to... and you know it... so do it...
If You Don’t Do It by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
if you don’t do it… i’ll drift away
into cluttered nights and wasted days
wash the dishes or let them climb
like towers built from borrowed time
feed the dog or hear the plea
in barks that beg for empathy
fold the clothes or let them age
into wrinkled truth and quiet rage
pay the bills or feel that sting
of debt that hums through everything
if you don’t do it / the mess will grow
if you don’t do it / the cracks will show
if you don’t do it / your time will flee
if you don’t do it / who’ll clean the debris?
it ain’t loud, but it’s always near—
the task that guards what you hold dear
sweep the floor or step through crumbs
let laziness become what numbs
take out trash or let it stack
like stories you won't take back
call your mom or miss her tone
her voice, her grace, her cornerstone
water roots or watch them dry
it's not a choice — it’s where things lie
if you don’t do it / the weight won't lift
if you don’t do it / you’ll lose the gift
if you don’t do it / the joy might fade
if you don’t do it / it won’t get made
every duty you brush aside—
comes back around in silent tide
mow the lawn or lose the ground
where childhood footsteps spun around
fix the fence or leave it bare
a gate to nowhere, open air
answer emails or let them pile
like guilt in inboxes of denial
chase your dreams or let them die
you blink… and life just passes by
if you don’t do it / it stays undone
if you don’t do it / you won’t outrun
if you don’t do it / the clutter screams
if you don’t do it / so do your dreams
there’s grace in every chore, if heard—
a kind of prayer without a word
you don’t need perfection’s call
just motion in the rise and fall
one small act, a human creed—
says “i showed up” for what i need
because under mess and muted tone—
is the need to feel not so alone
if you don’t do it / time will tell
the echo turns, becomes the bell
but if you do it / start by heart—
you’ll find the strength to do your part
a quiet life, a gentle vow—
if you don’t do it… start right now ...(now)... now.

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If You Don’t Do It by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Sunday Morning Sinners

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

If You Don’t Do It by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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