Welcome to the Hot Cookie days! After my coffee house days I put  my performance life away to build a family.but every week I tried to put a song idea in note book..Once I got old and family set I came back to my music doing a few songs a year...then I got this terminal type feedback on my timeline so I grabbed up the best music folk I knew over the years...put a studio band together (Hot Cookie) to record 100 HIT songs from the notes I took every week for 50 years. They are not for us to perform but for you to.  We picked just 2 songs from every year's notebook that we felt were hits that could change folks' lives if they covered them...so here they are. Contact us if you need the rights..Be well Do Well and thank you for the years of wonder...e

All Hit Songs By Edwin H. Balder

IF YOU WERE MINE - SIAOSI

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Groovin

Dangerous Woman

Bad days in the music space...BAD!

Better Tomorrows By Edwin H. Balder

I walked to the fountain
looked over the edge  
coins tossed in hope
each with a pledge
overture of failures
where nobody showed
no audience came
not one ticket sold
I walked down allys
where sad stories are told

you have all the time
you have all the heart
you have all the say
When things break apart

you have all the tears
you have all the lies
you have all the fears
you have your disguise

you have all the faith
you have all the sorrow
you have to be brave
to have all your Better Tomorrows

U have all the faith
U have all the sorrow
U have to be brave
to have Better Tomorrows


so dam alone & walking the street street
no one around to help me back on my feet
Down back alleys to where Isleep
no hope or promises to keep
close to the edge & ready to leep
broken down so damn deep
with no more tears that I can weep

U have the time
U have the heart
U have the say
When things break apart
U have the tears
U have the lies
U have the fears
U have your disguise
U have all the faith
U have all the sorrow
U have to be brave
to have Better Tomorrows
U have all the faith
U have all the sorrow
U have to be brave
to have Better Tomorrows

All rights reserved By Edwin H. Balder

Thank you to my band Hot Cookie!

Better Tomorrows By Edwin H. Balder

Some of my songs are just right for me now...

Gonna Get Old by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

hate to be the one to tell ya but you're gonna get old
walk into walls burn stuff on the stove
go to the doctor for a strange looking mole
hate to be the one to tell ya you're gonna get old

they say youth is wasted on the young
not true that' when you should have  fun
plenty of time to get the job done
stay out all night watch the rising sun
travel everyplace while you still can climb
take every adventure that you can find
plenty of time to enter the grind
enjoy procrastination and never you mind

hate to be the one to tell ya but you're gonna get old
walk into walls burn stuff on the stove
go to the doctor for a strange looking mole
hate to be the one to tell ya you're gonna get old

sure go to college get an education
but don't miss out on spring break vacation
let each day discover a new sensation
make any road your best destination
let your heart love let your voice sing
take risks now and see what they bring
lots a time to worry so go do your thing
throw your hat with confidence into any ring

hate to be the one to tell ya but you're gonna get old
walk into walls burn stuff on the stove
go to the doctor for a strange looking mole
hate to be the one to tell ya you're gonna get old

I tell you this now  now that I'm old
I wish back then I had a-be told
make every memory a gift of gold
something forever that you can hold

hate to be the one to tell ya but you're gonna get old
walk into walls burn stuff on the stove
go to the doctor for a strange looking mole
hate to be the one to tell ya you're gonna get old

I tell you this now  now that I'm old
I wish back then I had a-be told
make every memory a gift of gold
something forever that you can hold

hate to be the one to tell ya but you're gonna get old
walk into walls burn stuff on the stove
go to the doctor for a strange looking mole
hate to be the one to tell ya you're gonna get old

Link to  best of my country songs that you can cover https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/country-hits-you-might-need?si=307edea8be674dc3bedee9345a814080&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Gonna Get Old by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Love Is Love

Roses In The Night By Edwin H. Balder

Innuendos dance, a secret masquerade,
Words like silk,  hidden meanings laid.
Whispers in  shadows, lips so close,
 playing with fire, and nobody knows.
nobody knows. ...nobody knows.

Between the lines, we find our sanctuary,
A language of desire, whispered vocabulary.
Double meanings bloom, like roses in the night,
Our hearts entangled, lost in unspoken  delight

like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,

She sips her wine, eyes locked on mine,
Her laughter a code, a tantalizing sign.
I'm decoding her curves, tracing every line,
Our double entendres—dangerously divine. dangerously divine. dangerously divine.

Between the lines, we find our sanctuary,
A language of desire, whispered vocabulary.
Double meanings bloom, like roses in the night,
Our hearts entangled, lost in unspoken  delight

like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,

leaing  in low, voice a velvet tease,
A wink, a nod—the art of sweet unease.
We're fencing with words, a risqué ballet,
Desire wrapped in syllables, leading us astray.


Between the lines, we find our sanctuary,
A language of desire, whispered vocabulary.
Double meanings bloom, like roses in the night,
Our hearts entangled, lost in unspoken  delight

like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,


Bridge the gap, bridge the gap,
Across the chasm of what's said and unsaid.
We're tightrope walkers, balancing on wit,
A linguistic tango, where pleasure and danger fit.


Between the lines, we find our sanctuary,
A language of desire, whispered vocabulary.
Double meanings bloom, like roses in the night,
Our hearts entangled, lost in unspoken  delight

like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,
like roses in the night....

Link to the best of my R & B, Soul, Funky, Hip Hop, Rap & Blues Bangers you can cover  to add hit power to your world https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/hit-r-b-funky-bangers-by-edwin?si=a366189f83684571b35fd59768210669&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Roses In The Night By Edwin H. Balder

Fuel me ...

Coffee Oh Coffee  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder


going back for another cup
coffee Can't get enough

my morning’s magic,
 my midnight’s muse. 
 every bean, a story told
sip by sip liquid gold
 magical potion
fire up the emotion in me
coffee..............
 coffee oh.... coffee


 Ethiopia 
Coffee   beverage utopia
 Espresso cup, bitter
 delight,
twist of lemon...just right............just right.


going back for another cup
coffee Can't get enough


Coffee beautuful brew, 
my morning’s magic,
 my midnight’s muse. 
 every bean, a story told
sip by sip liquid gold
 magical potion
fire up the emotion in me
coffee..............
 coffee oh.... coffee

 old  beat cafés,  poets teach beatnik plays 
Now they sell CDs  breakfast tofu
  vibes change, but not  love for our brew

going back for another cup
coffee Can't get enough



 Coffee beautuful brew, 
my morning’s magic,
 my midnight’s muse. 
 every bean, a story told
sip by sip liquid gold
 magical potion
fire up the emotion in me
coffee..............
 coffee oh.... coffee

 Morning wonder, after-meal bliss, 
A pleasure you never want to miss. Dark roast, cappuccino, cold brew blend, ,
 morning start 
dinners end 

 every corner of the world found,
 Coffee shops  beans freshly ground Handcrafted drinks, barista’s pride,  first sip, ready to ride


going back for another cup
coffee Can't get enough



 Coffee beautuful brew, 
my morning’s magic,
 my midnight’s muse. 
 every bean, a story told
sip by sip liquid gold
 magical potion
fire up the emotion in me
coffee..............
 coffee oh.... coffee
coffee..............
 coffee oh.... coffee

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
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Coffee Oh Coffee  By songwriter Edwin H. Balder

A true 3 ring wonder.....

Hey Clown by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Maybe I should get a big fuzzy wig, Big red nose, shoes way too big.
 A loud horn to squeeze, to tell you I'm around, 
‘Cause baby, you turned me into a clown.

 Storybook romance, took me in, Everything love could be, will power thin. 
Next thing you know, we're in Vegas getting hitched,
 I was one thing one day, then my life got switched.

 Maybe I should get a big fuzzy wig, Big red nose, shoes way too big.
 A loud horn to squeeze, to tell you I'm around, 
‘Cause baby, you turned me into a clown.

Worked for a while, you pulled me in deep,
 Motivated me to work harder, grab everything I could keep.
 You managed the money, I managed bringing it home,
 Now I’m sitting here broke and so damn alone.

 Maybe I should get a big fuzzy wig, Big red nose, shoes way too big.
 A loud horn to squeeze, to tell you I'm around, 
‘Cause baby, you turned me into a clown.


 Won't talk to my family or even my friends, Hard to see anyone, the way this one ends. 
You’re off someplace, living off my sweat,
 Me here like a clown who lost a giant bet.

(Bridge) Now I see the truth, the lies and deceit,
 I’m broken, torn, totally  beat 
in your circus, I played the fool, 
Now I’m just a joke, played by your rules.



In your show, I played my part
, But now it's time, I'll guard my heart. Played by tricks, 
Cue the circus sound, 
Just a broken man,
 lost and found.
Hey Clown..
Hey Clown
Played by tricks, 
Cue the circus sound, 
Just a broken man,
 lost and found.
hey Clown
Hey clown.....

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
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Hey Clown by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Come Back

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

Roses In The Night By Edwin H. Balder

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