Some words don’t have a place in conversation.
Not because they’re not important—but because they’re too real.
“Words I Don’t Use” is an intimate dive into the unsaid:
apologies with no address, affection without a name, questions that never made it out of the throat.
It’s about the words that live behind your teeth—like quiet guests, like unsent letters.
About midnight monologues in the mirror. About melodies hiding in silence.
About the fear that if you said it all out loud… you might disappear.

sometimes I think I’m made
of everything I didn’t say

Words I Don’t Use

Feel

You Give and You Take

Look out
Look in
Don’t perceive
What’s never been.
Don’t perceive
The attack
This is
A state of lack.
Fear and guilt
Make a world
That wilts
To stand
Defenseless
Is the premise
A gentle plain
Beyond the mind
The demands
Healing the mind
Not control
The future’s dealing
And wheeling
A faith that seems
To be sealing
An exasperation
Through time
To sit and live
In the sublime.
Is hard
For a mind
To comprehend
Moving through time
Understand
This word
Is not mine
As I live and breathe
With the rhythm
Of the blind.
Set in time
Heeding immortality
This is my
Unconditional reality.
Is the question
The answer
Or
Is the answer
The question?
It’s to be
Or not to be
To see
Or not to see
A future 
That’s not free
A holy voice
That’s inside me
And it’s pontification
The exasperation
Or the opening
Of elation
This holy inauguration
The celebration
Of a homecoming’s
Communication
The decoration
Of this liberation
As I reach into
Atonement’s sensation
Lose the world
And find me.

The Future's Dealing

This track is the English version of my song "Le rêve",
included in my upcoming album "The Island of Eternal Lightning".

The dream

只要信 (Just Believe)

Ballad of Gratitude / Tribute to Fallen Artists
You hold the pen 🌹You tune the room
I heard a voice in the static hum
A chord that shook where I come from
It wasn’t new, but it felt brand new
Like a ghost that still sings true
They’re not on stage, not in the light
But they show up when the mix feels right
In the echo, in the vinyl hiss
In the silence I almost miss
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord…
They’re gone but not too far
Still riding shotgun in my car
Still humming low in every bar
They burned so bright, they left a scar
And I still learn from the last star
I felt them once in a hotel room
When the melody cut through the gloom
A line I wrote, but it wasn’t mine
It came from somewhere past the line
They don’t need names, they don’t need praise
They live in chords and smoky haze
In every take, in every try
They’re the reason I still cry
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord…
They’re gone but not too far
Still riding shotgun in my car
Still humming low in every bar
They burned so bright, they left a scar
And I still learn from the last star
Some left young, some left old
Some left stories never told
But when I sing, I feel them near
Like they’re whispering in my ear
So if you hear me late at night
Singing soft beneath the light
Know I’m not alone in that refrain
I’m just calling out their name
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord…
Let me shine where they once stood
Let me carry what they could
And if I fall, let it be known
I sang with stars… before I was gone


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Sang With Stars

Lyrics & music by Emma Whybrow
Piano & Vocals performed by Emma Whybrow

Raised by Wolves - Acoustic

I never meant to let you down
But pride can speak too loud
I watched you walk away
While my silence held me bound
Now I see it all too clear
You needed truth, I gave you fear
But I never stopped
Lovin’ you right here

Maybe I was blind, maybe I was scared
Maybe I thought you'd always be there
But now the room’s too quiet, the night’s too long
Without your voice, everything feels wrong

Come back to me, if you still feel it
If there’s still a spark, don’t try to conceal it
I know I messed up, I took you for granted
But my love’s still real—don’t leave it stranded

Come back to me, if your heart still knows
What we had was deeper than most ever go
One more chance, baby, I swear I’ll prove
Every beat in me still belongs to you

I still hear your laughter in my dreams
Like sunlight slippin’ through the seams
Of these days without you
Where nothing’s what it seems
Your perfume's on my pillowcase
Your echo lives in every space
And I’m haunted by the peace
That was your face

You were the rhythm, I lost the beat
Now I’m beggin’ on harmony’s street
But if you hear this, and still believe
Let the past go, baby, come back to me

Come back to me, if you still feel it
If your body remembers how we’d heal it
I won’t pretend that I got it right
But I’m ready to love you with all my might

Come back to me, if your soul still hears
The song we wrote through the hardest years
Just say the word, and I’ll follow through
'Cause every beat in me still belongs to you

I never stopped waiting
Never stopped hoping
Never stopped seeing you
In everything golden
If there’s even a chance…
Even a whisper left…
I’ll be right here
Until your heart says yes

Come back to me, if you still feel it
If our love still sings, don’t try to kill it
I’ve grown, I’ve changed, but I still believe
You and me got more left to weave

Come back to me, if your heart still knows
We were lightning, not just shadows
And every beat, every truth I knew
Still belongs to you

Still belongs…
Still belongs to you…

Sol Ritmo - Come Back To Me (Unplugged)

Héroes y Villanos

DECIRTE ADIOS NO FUE UN ERROR

Screaming VI

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

Sang With Stars

Edwin Balder

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