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I saw her walking, soft in the light,
The city paused, she broke the night.
Her smile so free, her voice so true,
A spark that burns — I still feel it too.

Her hair was moving, dark and wild,
The summer lived inside her eyes.
She looked at me, so warm, so mild,
And time stood still beneath the skies.

In her eyes I find the light,
That shows me who I am inside.
She gives me hope, she gives me drive,
Since the moment she came into my life.
In her eyes the world feels small,
And I know — that’s where I belong.

She laughs at things I say, so pure,
A soul of warmth and adventure sure.
Her words can touch, so soft, so clear,
She lives her truth, she’s simply here.

Her steps are light, her will is strong,
She walks her path, where she belongs.
She meets my gaze, the world stands still,
And everything feels right and real.

In her eyes I find the light,
That shows me who I am inside.
She gives me hope, she gives me drive,
Since the moment she came into my life.
In her eyes the world feels small,
And I know — that’s where I belong.

She mirrors every dream I chase,
She is the calm in my embrace.
She sees my heart, not what I show,
With her I feel I truly glow.

In her eyes I find my peace,
I see myself, my heart’s release.
She gives me color, sets me free,
She shows what love is meant to be.
In her eyes I find what’s missed,
And I know — she is it.

Patrick

In Her Eyes

Rolling one for Willie
While the sun dips low
Thinking ‘bout the voices
That taught me how to go
John Prine with a crooked grin
Taught me how to write from within
Jerry Jeff with a worn-out hat
Showed me where the wild ones sat
Hank sang pain like it was gold
Patsy made the heartbreak bold
Charlie Pride with velvet fire
Lit the truth and raised it higher
Chet picked notes like falling rain
Made me feel the joy and strain
And Willie—he just stayed the course
With a song, a soul, and a beat-up voice
Rolling one for Willie
And all the ones who came before
They gave me rhythm, gave me reason
Gave me something to adore
Rolling one for Willie
And the stories that they told
They made me sing, they made me swing
They made this boy's  country rock and roll
I walked through Memphis in my boots
Heard the echoes in the roots
I rode that midnight Georgia train
Felt the gospel in the rain
I thanked the Lord for country boys
For banjos, barns, and backroad noise
I played the chords they left behind
And found my voice in every line
They weren’t perfect, they weren’t saints
But they gave me songs, gave me paints
To color life in shades of truth
To write the blues into my youth
Now I sit beneath the stars
With a pen, a pick, and a few old scars
And every time I light one up
I raise their names can' get enough
Rolling one for Willie
And all the ones who came before
They gave me rhythm, gave me reason
Gave me something to adore
Rolling one for Willie
And the stories that they told
They made me sing, they made me swing
they showed me wonders music can hold
Here’s to the ones who taught me how
To sing the truth and take a bow
To write it raw, to play it clean
To chase the light behind the screen
Rolling one for Willie
And the legends in my soul
They made me whole
They made me whole
Rolling one for Willie
And the legends in my soul
They made me whole  ooooh
They made me whole  ooooh
They made me whole 

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Rolling One for Willie written by Edwin H. Balder

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That, baby, you're the best

I got my red dress on tonight
Dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight
Done my hair up real big beauty queen style
High heels off, I'm feeling alive

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above are sizzling like a snare
Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore

(1, 2, 3, 4)

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That, baby, you're the best

I got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I'm feelin' electric tonight
Cruising down the coast goin' 'bout 99
Got my bad baby by my heavenly side
I know if I go, I'll die happy tonight

Oh, my God, I feel it in the air
Telephone wires above are sizzling like a snare
Honey, I'm on fire, I feel it everywhere
Nothing scares me anymore

(1, 2, 3, 4)

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That, baby, you're the best

I got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Think I'll miss you forever
Like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky
Later's better than never
Even if you're gone I'm gonna drive (drive, drive)

I got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Kiss me hard before you go
Summertime sadness
I just wanted you to know
That, baby, you're the best

I got that summertime, summertime sadness
S-s-summertime, summertime sadness
Got that summertime, summertime sadness
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh


Lana Del Ray - Summertime Sadness (Henry Land Remix)

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

Rolling One for Willie written by Edwin H. Balder

Edwin Balder

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