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Mismatched Hearts

Learning To Let Go

Lost & Found REMIX🍋 @user-297959700 Thomas Mierkiewicz for FAWM 2/26/2025
Written by Kate E. Stanton 2/9/2025
Lost & Found
I don't know where it starts, & I don't know how it ends.
But I know that I'm lost again, found again, & how will I ever begin?
I drew a line in the sand while the iron gates of Alexander stand.
I'm somewhere in between, 3 bears & me,
Too little, too much is never just what I need, no!

Where do I go? Where does this lead me? How will I know?
Every step I take feels like I'm chasing my own ghost,
Running through this maze where I needed answers most.
Just keep it moving, slowly, 'til my path unfolds.
C'mon, let's go!

Every path whispers, "Hey! Hey, hey!"
Over here, over there—it's a game, hey!
Every choice has a price to pay,
No regrets yet—is that just what they say?
Roll of the die 'til we die,
Climb to heaven's spiral steps of steel.
I question everything—authority, gravity,
& the Blade of Evil's Bane is never the same, no.

Where do I go? Where does this lead me? How will I know?
Every step I take feels like I'm chasing my own ghost,
Running through this maze where I needed answers most.
Just keep it moving, slowly, 'til my path unfolds.
C'mon, let's go!

Move slow.
One foot... then another.

Where do I go? Where does this lead me? How will I know?
Every step I take feels like I'm chasing my own ghost,
Running through this maze where I needed answers most.
Just keep it moving, slowly, 'til my path unfolds.
C'mon, let's go!

Lost & Found Remix (Feat. Lemonbrew)

Produced by🍋 @user-297959700 Thomas Mierkiewicz 3/4/2025
Written & Performed by Kate E. Stanton 2/1/2025
Sketch by Kelley Booze 2/1/2025

Lyrics:
You know it takes all kinds
this country mouse
in the big city's blinding lights
now she's off the wheel
her rat race is done, she won
to the rhythm of her own heart drum 🥁

& it goes
ahhhhhh

She's done with the chase
shadows left behind
let them integrate cuz she is on her own time
as the city fades, it can get cumbersome
fighting dreams, she won
to the rhythm of her own war drum 🥁

& it goes
ahhhhhh

Her war cry---ahhhhhh

War Cry (feat. Lemonbrew)

backroads & bonfires

Too Many Times by George.
From Volume III Side B of the Band of Georges.

Music and lyrics by G. Davies.
Composed 2nd May 1983, 11:15am to 11:43am.

Recorded July 1986.
Mixed October 1986.
Lifted from cassette March 2025.

Copyright © 1986 & 2025 Wud Records.
Copyright ℗ 1982 Explicit Music.

Fun Facts:
This song was written the day after That's No Way to Pay a Bodyguard and Two Timer.
It is in the key of E minor.
George's Dad liked the guitar in this one.
We were surprised at how long it was.
There was some sort of accident with a playback, a live track and a punch pedal somewhere in the middle.
It was never performed by a band.

See also:
https://www.wudrecords.co.uk/miscellaneous/band-of-georges/
https://www.wudrecords.co.uk/miscellaneous/band-of-georges/volume-iii-side-b/
https://www.wudrecords.co.uk/news/band-of-georges-release-permission-granted/
https://linktr.ee/wudrecords

Volume III Side B

Too Many Times

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Band of Georges: Too Many Times

Where Wildflowers Grow   by Edwin H. Balder
I walked that old dirt road at sundown,
where the fences lean like time standing still.
Dust and memory rose beneath my footsteps,
the front porch waiting, silent on the hill.
Every summer evening, I heard them call me home,
but tonight, it’s just the wind, whispering alone.
They built this life with love and grace,
now only wildflowers take their place.
[acoustic guitar and soft strings instrumental hook]
Where wildflowers grow, where love still lingers,
where younger hearts crossed their fingers.
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
A rocking chair beneath a covered sky,
where fireflies once lit up my dreams.
Her apron smelled like sugar and roses,
his boots left prints by the old oak tree.
Every lesson, every laugh, every tear I came to shed,
are etched between these walls, though they’re long since left.
They built this life with love and grace,
now only wildflowers take their place.
Where wildflowers grow, where love still lingers,
where younger hearts crossed their fingers.
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
The gate still swings, though no one’s waiting,
only heaven’s hands can hold them now.
But every season still brings back their laughter,
on a breeze that wraps me in their vow.
So I step inside the house they left behind,
but find their love in petals soft and kind.
They built this life with love and grace,
now only wildflowers take their place.
Where wildflowers grow, where love still lingers,
where younger hearts crossed their fingers.
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
[acoustic guitar and soft strings instrumental hook]
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
 wildflowers grow... wild........flowers
.............. grow!

Where Wildflowers Grow by Hot Cookie

We are having too much fun with these cover songs! This blues-inspired ballad has been covered by everyone from Sting to Stevie Ray Vaughan. 

Music Production & Photo by Thomas Mierkiewicz @user-297959700 Lemonbrew
Guitar solo by mugwump nazz 
Vocals by Kate Stanton 5/9/2025

Written by Jimi Hendrix 1967
Well, she's walking through the clouds
With a circus mind that's running wild
Butterflies and zebras and moonbeams
And her fairy tales
That's all she ever thinks about
Riding with the wind
When I'm sad, she comes to me
With a thousand smiles, she gives to me free
"It's alright" she says, "It's alright"
Take anything you want from me, take anything
Anything
Fly on, little wing

Little Wing (with Lemonbrew)

Don’t Stop Believin’ is an inspiring pop/rock anthem about holding on to hope and chasing dreams. It tells the story of everyday people searching for meaning and connection. With its powerful chorus and uplifting message, the song encourages perseverance, reminding listeners to stay strong and never give up on themselves.

Don’t Stop Believing

make your music from you first...
Raised on Radio by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Didn’t grow up chasing cowboy dreams
Didn’t learn my songs from dusty strings
Didn’t hear my name in old-time rhymes
Didn’t follow footsteps lost in time
Wasn’t Reba, wasn’t Dolly
Wasn’t Hank or Loretta calling
Didn’t find my fire in country gold
Found it where the speakers rolled
I was raised on radio, dancing in the barn
Singing every word like it was written in my heart
Didn’t need a six-string, didn’t need a twang
Just a beat that hit and a voice that sang
I was raised on radio, lights against the sky
Found my rhythm where the bass hit right
Didn’t need a cowboy, didn’t need a sign
Just a song that said this life was mine
Played "I Wanna Dance With Somebody" loud
Screamed "Mr. Brightside" in the crowd
Spun to "Uptown Funk" till the floor gave way
Lived for "Party In The U.S.A."
Didn’t need a front porch, didn’t need a field
Didn’t need a heartbreak song to heal
Took my dreams where the city glowed
Where the rhythm ran and the stories flowed
Raised on a farm, growing life from the ground
Everyone figured I lived in that country sound
But working in the barn, walking dirt roads at dawn
I was jamming in my head to far different songs
Didn’t grow up chasing cowboy dreams
Didn’t learn my songs from dusty strings
Didn’t hear my name in old-time rhymes
Didn’t follow footsteps lost in time
Wasn’t Reba, wasn’t Dolly
Wasn’t Hank or Loretta calling
Didn’t find my fire in country gold
Found it where the speakers rolled
I was raised on radio, dancing in the barn
Singing every word like it was written in my heart
Didn’t need a six-string, didn’t need a twang
Just a beat that hit and a voice that sang
I was raised on radio, lights against the sky
Found my rhythm where the bass hit right
Didn’t need a cowboy, didn’t need a sign
Just a song that said this life was mine


Link to more of our Singer/songwriter style hits you can cover into fame because of your take!

https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/best-new-folk-americana?si=04e0155163644977b37cf8c0a04f3c53&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing



All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
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Raised on Radio by H.C. & E. H. B.

Life Ain’t Easy is a heartfelt song about facing life’s hardships with courage and resilience. It reflects on struggles, setbacks, and the strength needed to keep moving forward. With honest lyrics and a hopeful tone, the song reminds listeners that while life can be tough, perseverance and hope can carry us through.

Life ain’t easy

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

Raised on Radio by H.C. & E. H. B.

Edwin Balder

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