If You Only Knew - Alexander Stewart(Maimai Inc & Demonz675)2024 Remix.mp3

🎶 The Pleasurerz is an exciting new 2025 collective community based in the United Kingdom. We are from different nations and backgrounds. Creating original and engaging music across a wide range of genres, with one simple goal: to entertain and surprise our listeners, wherever you are in the world.

🌍 Our songs span multiple languages and styles, always driven by passion, creativity, and a sense of fun. We do this purely for the joy of sharing what we love: fresh, authentic, and exciting music.

💥 We don’t follow trends — we reinvent them. We're not chasing fame — just that spark of joy and rhythm in the hearts of those who listen.

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Love Won't Let Me Fall

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. 

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Making a Mess  by 🌹Tina Talone 🌹

"By Thy Words – Funky Smooth Mix" flips timeless spiritual wisdom into a bass-heavy weekend groove. With playful rhymes and an irresistible rhythm, it turns the dancefloor into a temple of truth. Each line pulses with power, reminding partygoers that words shape reality — so speak love, dance light, and bless the beat.
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By Thy Words - Funky Smooth Mix

This song was inspired by the absolute gem of a song by Nova J - Middle Age
(https://soundcloud.com/nova-j-49914957/middle-age)

SOMEDAY:

I missed your call again last night
Left the room lit, said I might
Be back before the morning fell—
But time runs fast when minds dwell

I skipped the party, skipped the rain
Traded home for  the midnight train
Said, “Someday this will mean a lot”—
But someday’s all I ever got
Someday’s all I ever got

Is it worth it just to climb?
If the view don’t share its light
I keep trading depth for height
And leave it all behind

I learned to keep my suitcase near
To say goodbye without the tears
Wrote your name inside a song
Then left before you sang along

I used to dance with both my shoes
Now I move not to lose
Said, “Someday this will mean a lot”—
But someday’s all I ever got
Someday’s all I ever got

Is it worth it just to climb?
If the view don’t share its light
I keep trading depth for height
And leave it all behind

Oh, the calls I didn’t take
The friends I didn’t make
The hands I didn’t hold
For stories never told

Is it worth it just to climb?
If the view don’t share its light
I keep trading depth for height
And leave it all behind
I leave it all behind
I leave it all behind
Someday’s all I ever got
Someday’s all I ever got
I leave it all behind

Someday

Why Not You

Two hearts at one table. Neither dares to take the first step and confess their love. Fear of rejection.

Ready for Romance

Almost

Only Your's Daddy Sir  (3).mp3

Postcard to the Stars (Tribute to ESC 25)

Velvet Nights – Nova Bleu

Step into the sultry world of Nova Bleu. Velvet Nights is smooth, seductive R&B for late-night vibes, where every whisper, every touch, and every heartbeat feels unforgettable. From Electric Touch to Lace & Lipstick, this is music for lovers, dreamers, and midnight moments.

Lace & Lipstick

Storm and Soul Fire is a powerful rock anthem that channels the raw force of a hurricane into a song of resilience, rebirth, and unity. With churning guitars and thunderous drums, the song mirrors the spiral of the storm itself—building tension, exploding with energy, then opening into moments of emotional clarity. Lyrically, it weaves between metaphor and lived reality, honoring the way natural disasters tear through lives while revealing the deepest good in people. It's a tribute to the human spirit, to neighbors helping neighbors, and to the truth that even in destruction, we rise together, soul on fire.

Storm and Soul Fire

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

Making a Mess by 🌹Tina Talone 🌹

Edwin Balder