From the first keystroke to the final breath, Tina Talone’s debut collection “Good To Know” is a soul-laid-bare journey through heartbreak, healing, and hope. Featuring intimate, piano-driven torch songs, this multi-track offering gives voice to a woman’s view of the world in all its raw beauty—love found, love lost, and the truths we gather along the way. It’s personal. It’s poetic. And above all… it’s good to know.

🌹Good To Know🌹Tina Talone🌹

Never Alone by Tina Talone
his cloak is stitched from sky and stone
he leads the way to never alone
he was born on a whisper, a wind-born name
eyes like rivers that forgot their shame
he talks to owls, he heals with flame
but never asks for worldly fame
and if you’re lost or can’t recall—
he’ll catch your soul before you fall
come to the land of never alone
where the dreams walk proud and the sorrow’s flown
he knows your ache, he knows your tone
welcome home… to never alone
solo
he found a girl with a frostbitten heart
sang her story from the end to start
she cried in colors not yet known
but he danced her pain into stone
come to the land of never alone
where every goodbye has a softer tone
he’ll take your story, stitch it whole
welcome home… to never alone
his trail’s a shimmer, soft and wide
with footprints made of someone’s pride
he gathers voices, soft and torn
makes tapestries from those reborn
and if you ask, “why does he roam?”
he'll say: “I build what's called home”
not all magic needs a spell
not all heroes choose to dwell
but if you’re broken, if you’ve strayed—
get off that path that pain has made
come to the land of never alone
where love survives in root and bone
if you’ve lost the words to find your way—
he’ll sing them back, come what may
your tears are welcome, your fear well-known—
welcome home… to never alone

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.
 Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here: https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Never Alone by Tina Talone

I found wonder I hope for my children
May This Kind Of Love Find Me by Tina Talone
i saw them crossing at the light
his hand wrapped soft, her grip held tight
the kind of love that doesn’t speak—
but moves the soul, week by week
she wiped the ice cream from his chin
laughed like time was tucked within
he reached for napkins, missed the mark
she smiled—said, “life with you is such a lark”
they passed the plate, no word was said
just eyes that knew the life they’d led
and all the noise fell out of tune
as two old hands hold under a fignernail moon
may this kind of love find me
the kind that walks, not just runs free
the kind that waits in worn-out shoes
that trades the noise for quiet truths
may it show up, soft and slow—
like someone who just… knows
he helped her step across the lane
dodged the cars, ignored the pain
his back was bent, her knees went weak
but they moved like a steady heartbeat
she called him “darlin’,” kissed his sleeve
like they still danced on new year’s eve
i held my breath, they held their ground
in love that doesn’t spin—just stays around
may this kind of love find me
the kind that’s sewn in memory
that doesn’t need a perfect line
just two old souls and borrowed time
may it whisper, may it grace—
and call my heart to that kind of place
they traded food across the booth
no score, no keeping track of truth
she gave her fries, he passed his pie
and neither one asked “when” or “why”
just the quiet rhythm shared
the way you love when you’ve repaired
the way you listen with your skin
to what the silence holds within
not love that sparks and fades in thrill
but love that climbs the highest hill
with every wrinkle, every scar—
proof that hearts know who we are
i want the kind that stays, not steals—
the kind that's built from what feels real
may this kind of love find me
the kind that sees beyond what’s free
the kind that folds into each day
like prayers we never learned to say
may it bless me, through and through—
and let me give that kind of love... too
i watched them fade beyond the street
but still their rhythm beats in me
may this kind of love find me
may this kind of love find me

Songwriter Edwin H. Balder love to Tina and Del's wonder getting this perfect!

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.
 Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here: https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

May This Kind Of Love Find Me by Tina Talone

Moves Like Fire    by Tina Talone
still got glitter from last night's dance
phone's half-dead, but i’ll take my chance
they say “slow down,” but i don’t tire—
I blaze through— moves like fire
woke up late, forgot the test
out the door in thrift-store best
coffee spilled, forgot the key
still ten steps ahead, you’ll see
playlist’s loud, mind’s on spin
turning chaos into wins
don’t need perfect to feel alive
just a beat, a spark, my will to thrive
moves like fire—not for show
blazing trails as I go
laughing at doubt, wear truth proud
makes peace with every cloud
no one's chasing, no one's slow—
you either keep up… or let me go
been hurt, but won't unpack
carring wisdom in my backpack
texts unread, heart half-healed
I still shows up, unrevealed
friends drift off, the world plays cold
life's too bold to be controlled
I'm the one they tried to box inside
fucked me over when you lied
moves like fire—fast and sure
finding joy in every blur
heels or hoodies, doesn’t matter
grabs at worth and lets it shatter
you want truth? you want real grace?
watch me ...the hell.. light ..up ..this.. place..
no edit, no disguise
got deep scars, but clearer skies
fighting through noise with one clear tone—
“i’m not afraid to be alone”
every night, before sleep—
I thank the music.. that ...makes ...leap
shared fries with someone new
blew a kiss to skies so blue
helped a stranger, tipped too high
living like love’s a daily try
forgot my charger, broke my boot
but never once lost my pursuit
won’t be paused, won’t be denied
building back from those who lied
moves like fire, wide and wild
every tear another mile
never perfect, never fake
finding strength in what might break
they say “slow down”—but got plans
the world turns fast… but my music still stands
moves like fire—not for show
burnomg trail as I go
laughing at doubt, wear truth proud
makes peace with every cloud
no one's chasing, no one's slow—
you either ..keep up… or let me go
keep up… or ..let ..me ..go

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.
 Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here: https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Moves Like Fire by Tina Talone

Good To Know by Tina Talone
I thought I knew it all last fall
Turns out love’s got room to stall
Now I’m wiser, soft but bold
What you taught me... good to know
We held hands like summer rain
Fast and sweet, and hard to explain
Didn’t mean to fall so quick
But hearts don’t wait for perfect picks
You showed me patience, taught me grace
Even when we lost the pace
Now I see what love should show
And by the way—it’s good to know
It’s good to know how love should feel
Good to learn what’s fake and real
Good to laugh at what we missed
And still remember every kiss
It wasn’t right, but it helped me grow
So thank you now—it’s good to know
I used to think forever meant
Holding tight through every bent
But now I see a better way
To build love that wants to stay
You showed me care then lost the thread
But still, you’re part of what I’ve said
I won’t regret what we let go
You made me strong—it’s good to know
It’s good to know what makes hearts stay
Good to learn you need to say
Words that matter, not just dreams
Truth that’s felt in steady streams
It wasn’t ours, but it made me show
That I deserve it—and good to know
Now I’m walking into new light
Holding love that fits just right
It’s not about who’s wrong or true—
It’s what we learned, me and you
If it taught me how to glow
Then you were part of where I go
And that’s good to know... really good to know
It’s good to know what love can teach
Even when it’s out of reach
Good to stumble, good to rise
Good to see through clearer eyes
We made a spark, then let it flow—
And now I’m ready… good to know
I’m heading forward, soft and slow
Better love is near… and good to know mmm(mmm)mmm
good to know mmm(mmm)mmm
good ...to.... know

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

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.
 Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here: https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Good To Know by Tina Talone

Lipstick smeared on a coffee cup
Last night’s dress, still not cleaned up
Hair in a knot, heart in a spin
I swore I’d never call him again
Shoes by the door, keys on the floor
I’m not sure what I came here for
I said I’d heal, I said I’d rest
But here I am… making a mess
I’m not proud, but I’m not sorry
I’m just tired of having to worry
I’m making a mess, and it feels like truth
Breaking the rules I made for you
Crying in cars, dancing in bars
Losing my grip but showing my scars
I’m making a mess, but I’m feeling more
Than I ever did when I played it pure
So judge me less, love me raw
I’m making a mess… and standing tall
Texts I sent that I shouldn’t have
Laughing too loud, then feeling bad
I’m not the girl they thought I’d be
But maybe that girl wasn’t me
I spill my wine, I miss my cues
I wear my heart like worn-out shoes
I said I’d change, I said I’d guess
But here I am… making a mess
I’m not proud, but I’m not broken
I’m just done with what’s unspoken
I’m making a mess, and it feels like truth
Breaking the rules I made for you
Crying in cars, dancing in bars
Losing my grip but showing my scars
I’m making a mess, but I’m feeling more
Than I ever did when I played it pure
So judge me less, love me raw
I’m making a mess… and standing tall
I’m making a mess, and it feels like truth
Breaking the rules I made for you
Crying in cars, dancing in bars
Losing my grip but showing my scars
I’m making a mess, but I’m feeling more
Than I ever did when I played it pure
So judge me less, love me raw
I’m making a mess… and standing tall

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. 

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here: 

https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Making a Mess  by 🌹Tina Talone 🌹

I gave my all to a love that broke
Built a house of dreams, now it’s filled with smoke
Kept the lights on, waited by the phone
But silence became my second home
I wore the weight like a second skin
Smiled through the ache, let the hurt sink in
But I’m done with the shadows, done with the doubt
Tonight’s the night I’m walking out
Let’s make this toast, let’s celebrate the most
Everybody get a dose, everybody feel real close
Everybody time to boast
Let’s make this toast, make this toast, make this toast
I danced alone in a crowded room
Played our song, but it felt like doom
You said forever, then disappeared
Now I’m raising glass to the wasted years
I cried in colors you’ll never see
Painted pain into melody
But I’m done with the waiting, done with the ache
Tonight’s the night I finally break
 Let’s make this toast, let’s celebrate the most
Everybody get a dose, everybody feel real close
Everybody time to boast
Let’s make this toast, make this toast, make this toast
I kept your secrets, swallowed pride
Held the line while you chose sides
But I’m not your echo, not your ghost
I’m the fire you feared the most
I gave you verses, you gave me blur
Now I’m singing what I deserve
Done with the silence, done with the cost
Tonight’s the night I count the loss
Let’s make this toast, let’s celebrate the most
Everybody get a dose, everybody feel real close
Everybody time to boast
Let’s make this toast, make this toast, make this toast
Here’s to the tears that taught me grace
To the scars that found their place
To the love I gave that never grew
To the strength I never knew
May that shit be over.
May the hurt be gone.
May the truth feel louder
Than the lies we leaned on.
Let’s make this toast, let’s celebrate the most
Everybody get a dose, everybody feel real close
Everybody time to boast
Let’s make this toast, make this toast, make this toast
Raise it high, let it shine
We survived, now it’s our time
No more ghosts, no more pain
Let the love pour like champagne
Let’s make this toast…
Make this toast…
Make this toast…
🌹🥂Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio🥂

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here:
soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=t

Let’s Make This Toast 🥂Tina Talone🥂

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

Let’s Make This Toast 🥂Tina Talone🥂

Edwin Balder