PLEASE release this on YouTube! I've been sharing this to my nearest and dearest, and even transcribed by ear what lyrics I can make out!

Electric Heart

Changing the style for this track. Pop, indie, grunge influences and a lyric that brings consciousness for people in need of change for a better version of themselves.

I Dont Care

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)

Museum Of Shadows by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

The Mind Behind the Mask
By Tamer Amin Sidky

The second chapter in the Shadows Speak saga — where identity fractures, voices echo, and riddles deepen.

This cinematic dark trap album pulls you beneath the surface of what you show the world and what you hide from yourself. Each track answers a riddle from the first album, only to introduce a new one, forcing you to face the versions of you they built, named, or erased.

Whispers return. Masks stay on longer.
But this time... the mask speaks back.

🔻 Themes:

Split identity & repressed selves

Social roles, expectations, and hidden pain

Echoes of the past, false reflections, and borrowed personas

The inner rebellion no one hears — until it breaks free

🎧 Style:
Cinematic Ambient + Dark Trap
Whispered vocals, haunting synths, reversed FX, glitch textures, reverb-heavy pads, pulsing low-end, eerie piano layers.
Each song follows a cinematic structure — Intro / Verse / Riddle / Drop / Outro.

👁‍🗨 Tracklist Highlights:

The Mirror Lied — Nothing reflects truth when the frame is fake.

Masks We Never Took Off — Some roles were never chosen… only survived.

The One I Wasn’t Allowed to Be — Not every silence is weakness.

The Mind Behind the Mask — The final voice... isn’t just yours anymore.

This isn’t an album.
It’s a confrontation with the version of you that learned to hide so well, even you forgot where they were buried.

7-Borrowed Faces – Tamer Amin Sidky

Beneath Me

https://open.spotify.com/track/20Go0eZckvm8NmMwNZvTtV?si=caae2a6731394308

This song is for anyone who’s ever loved in silence, carried grief, or stood by someone from a distance. It’s a quiet voice of devotion — whether you’re a parent missing your child, someone grieving a loss, or holding onto love that was never returned.
It’s not just about romantic love — it’s about any kind of deep connection that lives on even when words aren’t spoken. The song says: “I’m here. Even if you don’t see me. I’ll never let go.”
It’s a universal story — for every person who’s ever stayed strong through heartbreak, loss, or longing. A reminder that love, real love, often speaks loudest in silence.
I hope you love this as much as i do.... :)

I´m Here

https://soundcloud.com/rplayin/sets/lulu-attitude

[Verse 1]
I ride the jeepney through the morning haze
City buzzin’ in its lovely maze
Wind in my hair, sun on my face
Every turn reminds me of your grace

[Pre-Chorus]
Laughter echoes in the crowded streets
But you’re the calm in the city's beat
And in this dance of heat and sound
Your love is where I’m safe and found

[Chorus]
Bound for beaches, wild and free
Coconuts and mango trees
Your hand in mine, that sweet embrace
Love pours down in this bright place
Oh, we’re dancing through the light
You and me in Manila’s night

[Verse 2]
Colors flashing as we ride along
You hum to me our favorite song
My head leans close, you kiss my cheek
The world slows down, I barely speak

[Pre-Chorus]
No need for maps, you are my guide
Through every curve and bumpy ride
You smile, and I forget the time
Like I was made to call you mine

[Chorus]
Bound for beaches, wild and free
Coconuts and mango trees
Your hand in mine, that sweet embrace
Love pours down in this bright place
Oh, we’re glowing in the light
Hearts on fire in Manila’s night

Bridge 
Salt in the breeze, your eyes so wide
The ocean calls with every tide
I won’t let go, I’m holding tight
To you, my love—my Manila light

Final Chorus 
Bound for beaches, wild and free
Coconuts and mango trees
Your hand in mine, that sweet embrace
Love flows deep in this warm place
And wherever we may go
This love began in Manila's glow

Outro 
Your hand in mine… my sweet embrace...
You’re my heart, my home, my favorite place.

Your hand in mine… my sweet embrace...
You’re my heart, my home, my favorite place.

Attitude

Manila Love

Manila Love(HD)

I’m ok, it’s ok
Thanks for listening 🫶🏾

Im Ok

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Med Dig

狂风骤雨我不退  
前方再苦也无畏  
脚下荆棘开血梅  
心中信念照山巍  

[Chorus]  
破风而行，步步生威  
迎战风雷，寸步不退  
困境如山，志比天高
刀锋所向，无所畏惧

黑夜试图将我围  
心火却从未熄灭  
一步一印走成碑  
不信命，只信我谁  

[Chorus]  
破风而行，步步生威  
迎战风雷，寸步不退  
困境如山，志比天高
刀锋所向，无所畏惧

多少梦在破晓前  
多少泪换成誓言  
长风起，我不眠  
只为破天成龙渊 

破风而行 1

NothingYouM1U1

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

Museum Of Shadows by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Edwin Balder

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