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Heartbeat Skip

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

Searing timbre / burned in sound
The voice I lost / the one I found
Ashes echo / through the air
I sing what’s gone / I sing what’s there…
I was a whisper in the flame
A name erased, a song untamed
I walked through fire just to feel
If pain was proof that I was real
The chords were cracked, the mic was cold
But still I sang what couldn’t hold
A searing timbre, sharp and true
The kind that cuts and carries through
Searing timbre / voice of mine
Carved in smoke and turpentine
I bled in rhythm, broke in rhyme
But still I sang / I kept the time
Searing timbre / soul on fire
The echo born of lost desire
I sing the scars / I sing the flame
Searing timbre / still my name
I was the silence in the crowd
The note too sharp, the cry too loud
I sang in rooms that wouldn’t hear
But still I burned through every fear
The stage was cracked, the lights were dim
But I was gospel in the hymn
A voice that wouldn’t fade or bend
A song that didn’t need to end
I am the tremble in the steel
The heat beneath what others feel
I am the verse that won’t behave
The echo rising from the grave
I am the sound that won’t be tamed
The fire that sings without a name
I am the timbre, raw and seared
The voice you lost, the one you feared
Searing timbre / voice of mine
Carved in smoke and turpentine
I bled in rhythm, broke in rhyme
But still I sang / I kept the time
Searing timbre / soul on fire
The echo born of lost desire
I sing the scars / I sing the flame
Searing timbre / still my name
Searing timbre… still my name…
Searing timbre… still my name…
Searing timbre… still my name…

🌹Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here:
soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Searing Timbre by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

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

Searing Timbre by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

Edwin Balder

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