Always amazing Edwin...I am always here brother. MUSIC KEEPS ME ALIVE. Literally. Suicidal Ideation all my life. Age 14 'Misfire'. 1997 drowning. NEED MUSIC DAILY.

"Ghost of Me" captures the essence of transformation, a haunting reflection on pain and despair, guided by a ghostly presence toward resilience and empowerment. The song weaves ethereal piano melodies, thunderous tribal drums, and soaring vocals to create a cinematic journey of introspection and strength. It’s a visceral reminder that from ashes, we rise brighter.

Ghost Of Me

Love Unlocked

Taste the Poison 

[Verse 1] You thought I wouldn’t notice, didn’t think I’d see the signs But I caught you in her bed, your betrayal on my mind I gave you everything I had, you used me like a toy Now I’m coming for you baby, watch me destroy
[Pre-Chorus] You played with fire, and now you’ll burn You thought I’d beg for your return But now it’s my turn to make you cry I’ll love you, yeah, 'til you fucking die
[Chorus] Oh, you’ll taste it, the poison I’m feeding Every drop you taste, will leave you bleeding Oh, you’ll crave it, the wrath I’m unleashing Every lie you told, now you’re reaching For the mercy you’ll never find 'Cause your fate’s been redefined
[Verse 2] You thought I was too soft, you thought I wouldn’t fight But you’ve awakened something darker, now you’re paying the price Every touch I gave you, is now a knife in your heart  You should’ve known crossing me would break you in half
[Pre-Chorus] You played with fire, and now you’ll burn You thought I’d beg for your return But now it’s my turn to make you cry I’ll love you, yeah, 'til you fucking die
[Chorus] Oh, you’ll taste it, the poison I’m feeding Every drop you taste, will leave you bleeding Oh, you’ll crave it, the wrath I’m unleashing Every lie you told, now you’re reaching For the mercy you’ll never find 'Cause your fate’s been redefined [Bridge] No regrets, no second chances All your sins leave bloodstained ashes Bite the bullet, taste the shame Bet she never played this game
[Outro] Oh, you’ll taste it, the poison I’m feeding
Every drop you taste, will leave you bleeding
You crossed the line, now fuck you twice
I’m your fate, I’ll roll the dice. 

Copyright (c) 2025 Lisa Andreou * All Rights Reserved.

Taste the poison

This song is inspired by the intense and passionate poetry of Marina Tsvetaeva "To Be Tender, Wild, and Noisy". The song reflects the inner conflict, the desire to embrace the extremes of emotion—tenderness, wildness, and noise. It captures the essence of a relentless pursuit of emotional truth and expression.

To Be Tender

Be Leave (Mastered with Thunder at 50pct)

A haunting and introspective emo rock track exploring themes of isolation, invisibility, and emotional detachment. With atmospheric production and ghostly female vocals, the song paints a picture of someone observing life from the sidelines—present but unseen, feeling yet untouched. “Spectator in the Shadows” moves like a dream on the edge of a nightmare, with reverb-laced guitars and a slow-building tension that never quite resolves. It’s the sound of quiet ache and yearning for meaning.

Spectator in the Shadows

Whispers that echo

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Written and Produced and all rights reserved by
Edwin H. Balder
We walk through realms the ear can't see 

where rhythm bends reality 

a beat becomes a boundary crossed 

a lyric found when all feels lost 

chords like rivers shape the land 

truths laid down by trembling hand 

where silence waits, the notes ignite 

and sorrow hums itself to light 

we live in lines that rise, then fall 

where voices echo through it all 

not made for maps or worldly law 

these realms are stitched in awe and flaw 

in every bar, we leave behind 

a ghost of heart, a spark of mind 

we don’t just write—we resurrect 

the pieces pain forgot to protect 

this music we write—it builds the door 

between who we were and something moreWe walk through realms the ear can't see 

where rhythm bends reality 

a beat becomes a boundary crossed 

a lyric found when all feels lost 

chords like rivers shape the land 

truths laid down by trembling hand 

where silence waits, the notes ignite 

and sorrow hums itself to light 

we live in lines that rise, then fall 

where voices echo through it all 

not made for maps or worldly law 

these realms are stitched in awe and flaw 

in every bar, we leave behind 

a ghost of heart, a spark of mind 

we don’t just write—we resurrect 

the pieces pain forgot to protect 

this music we write—it builds the door 

between who we were and something more 

We walk through realms the ear can't see 

where rhythm bends reality 

a beat becomes a boundary crossed 

a lyric found when all feels lost 

chords like rivers shape the land 

truths laid down by trembling hand 

trembling hand.... trembling hand...

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With powerful lyrics of surrender, faith, and spiritual awakening, it proclaims the eternal truth that God is always with us—through darkness, doubt, and salvation.

Amen.

The darkness creeps in slowly,  
and seeps through the windows coldly.  
I toss another log into the fire’s call.  
The table and the dresser,  
All the things we used to treasure,  
Fade to fleeting shadows on the wall.  
 
Our dreams of yesterday  
Turn somber, slip away.  
Everything’s got its time, its rise, its fall.  
We planned to build our towers,  
But the wreckers took our hours.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
 
With organ chords now playing,  
The prelude to decaying—  
It’s fine, love’s a fire after all.  
From courtship’s sweet illusion  
To courtroom-like conclusions,  
Love becomes a shadow on the wall.  
 
Our dreams of yesterday  
Turn somber, slip away.  
Everything’s got its time, its rise, its fall.  
We planned to build our towers,  
But the wreckers took our hours.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
Now our dreams are just shadows on the wall.  
 
Draped in black or dressed in white,  
Through the convoy or the night,  
We wonder how much longer this will all endure.  
Living reckless, upside down,  
Till the casket comes around—  
Life itself is just a shadow on the wall.  
 
The darkness creeps in slowly,  
Seeping through the windows coldly.  
I toss another coal into the fire’s call.  
My hands and feet surrender,  
To maps they once remembered—  
Tracing fleeting shadows on the wall.  
The world itself’s a shadow on the wall,  
A flickering shadow on the wall.  
A flickering shadow on the wall.  

The Wreckers

This isn’t just a dream

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

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