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Let’s not mince words here. Trump is the embodiment of corruption, greed, and incompetence. He’s a man who has spent his entire life looking out for himself, exploiting others, and leaving chaos in his wake. As De Niro so eloquently put it: *“He’s a dog. He’s a pig. He’s a con. He’s a bullsh*t artist. He’s a mutt who doesn’t know what he’s talking about.”* This isn’t just about politics—it’s about morality. It’s about standing up to a man who has no respect for the rule of law, no respect for the truth, and no respect for the American people.  

Trump’s presidency was a disaster. He divided the country, emboldened hate, and failed to deliver on his promises. He’s a man who thrives on chaos, who lies with every breath, and who cares only about his own ego. As De Niro said: *“He’s a punk, he’s a dog, he’s a mutt. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about. He’s an idiot. He’s a fool.”* And yet, here we are, facing the possibility of him returning to power. We cannot let that happen. We cannot allow this man to continue to poison our democracy.  

This is not just about Trump—it’s about the people who enable him. The sycophants, the cowards, and the opportunists who stand by his side and allow his corruption to flourish. They are just as guilty as he is. As De Niro said: *“They’re all scum. They’re all mutts. They don’t know what they’re talking about.”* We need to hold them accountable. We need to stand up and fight back.  

The stakes are too high to sit on the sidelines. This is about the soul of our nation. It’s about protecting our democracy, our values, and our future. We cannot afford to let Trump and his enablers win. We must vote, we must organize, and we must make our voices heard. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna fight back. We’re gonna fight back with everything we’ve got.”*  

So let’s do this. Let’s come together and defeat Trump once and for all. Let’s show the world that we are better than this. That we will not tolerate corruption, lies, and hate. That we will stand up for what’s right. As De Niro said: *“We’re gonna win. We’re gonna win because we have to.”*  

This is our moment. This is our fight. Let’s get to work.  

#DefeatTrump #VoteHimOut #NotMyPresident #DeNiroWasRight

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Sorry Blake!
Texas REAL By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
I hear the twang of a steel guitar  
hummin a tune ringin too far  
from the truth were livin the cracks in the creed  
where the stars at night dont shine on what we need  
Iborn where the bluebonnets bloom  
where the skies stretch wide but the futures entombed  
They said Work hard  youll rise like the sun  
but the schools are broken and the battles never won  
Textbooks heavy with the weight of neglect  
while the leaders line pockets and were left to collect  
 a system thats rigged from the start  
 rich get the power 
the poor lose heart    
Oh Texas your musics a sweet sweet sound  
but your promises crumble like dust on the ground  
From the grid that goes dark to the laws that divide  
youre a beautiful dream with a nightmare inside  
Your songs make me cry but your truth makes me bleed  
Texas I love you but youre killin me  
 lights went out in the freeze of the night  
while the governor joked and the rich stayed tight  
Women are warriors but their rights are chained  
their voices silenced, lost in the rain  
 air tastes like poison, rivers run thick  
with the waste of the greed theyre sellin so quick  
Doctors are leavin the hospitals bare  
while senators sit in their leather-bound chairs  
Oh Texas your musics a sweet sweet sound  
but your promises crumble like dust on the ground  
From the grid that goes dark to the laws that divide  
youre a beautiful dream with a nightmare inside  
Your songs make me cry but your truth makes me bleed  
Texas I love you but youre killin me  
see the ghosts of the frontier  
whisperin through the pines What happened here  
land of the free but chains still bind  
for the many who suffer and grind  
The oil pumps slow like a heartbeat faint  
the earth cracks open and the skies complain  
But the music still plays like a stubborn refrain  
a bittersweet echo of joy and pain  
 standin where the red river flows  
with the weight of the past and the future it shows  
Ill sing for the workers the dreamers the brave  
for the ones who are fightin to rise from the grave  
For the kids in the classrooms with no books to read  
for the mothers who struggle for the ones in need  
For the land that we love but were forced to defend  
Texas this aint the end this aint the end  
Oh Texas your musics a sweet sweet sound  
but your promises crumble like dust on the ground  
From the grid that goes dark to the laws that divide  
youre a beautiful dream with a nightmare inside  
Your songs make me cry but your truth makes me bleed  
Texas I love you but youre killin me  
So Ill strum this guitar and Ill sing this refrain  
for the hope that remains in the heartache and pain  
Texas youre broken but youre still my home  
and Ill fight for the day youre no longer alone  
Your musics a beacon your spirits  a flame
Texas I love you but youve got to change

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Texas REAL By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Born in ’82 (Still Seventeen)
by MAROL

Verse 1
Back in the static of the old TV
I found a sound that rewired me
Cheap synth tones and velvet drums
My world began before I knew what I’d become
A-ha on the stereo, tears on my face
Didn’t know why, but I felt that place
Radio Gaga, toddler rhythm heat
Didn’t know the words but it moved my feet

Pre-Chorus
Grew up in a countdown, watching skies
Thought Martians might drop by surprise
Didn’t need much, just a melody
To time-travel outta reality

Chorus
Born in ’82, still seventeen
Heart stuck in a VHS dream
They say you grow up, but I missed that train
Still dancing in the pouring rain
Life’s a mixtape, some skip, some play
But music never walks away
No, music never walks away

Verse 2
They aged at twenty, got old too fast
Learned to fake grown-up, left the colors in the past
But I stayed weird, kept the shimmer and hum
Chased the ghosts in every kick drum
R&B keys in the midnight light
Still sparks something I can’t rewrite
Even if the world lost its glow
I hold my past like a secret show

Pre-Chorus
Final Countdown, countdown heart
Looking for aliens and false new starts
Couldn’t read the lyrics, didn’t need to
The soul knew something that the words flew through

Chorus
Born in ’82, still seventeen
Heart stuck in a VHS dream
They say you grow up, but I missed that train
Still dancing in the pouring rain
Life’s a mixtape, some skip, some play
But music never walks away
No, music never walks away

Bridge (Rap/Soul)
Yeah – Freddie told me we the champions,
But I been broke, bent, secondhanded
Still got that anthem deep in my bones
Still shout it loud when I’m all alone
No shame in the rewind – nah
Still vibin’ to that synthline – ha
You call it stuck, I call it gold
Youth ain’t gone, it’s just on hold

Final Chorus
Born in ’82, still seventeen
Heart stuck in a VHS dream
They say you grow up, but I missed that train
Still dancing in the pouring rain
Life’s a mixtape, some skip, some play
But music never walks away
No, music never walks away

Outro
No, music never walks away…

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Music from one of my old songs https://open.spotify.com/track/3W4bHVtM7NXLl1cObDM77W?si=21de85401cae4e72

Born in ’82 (Still Seventeen)

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TITLE: FALLEN DREAMS IN A FAILING WORLD
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LYRICS:
 (Verse 1)
Shadows stretch long on broken ground
Echoes of dreams that made no sound
Golden streets now cracked and grey
Living in a world that's lost its way

(Verse 2)
We chase the sun but it's burning cold
Silver whispers of stories told
Broken hearts and skies that weep
The promises we made but couldn't keep

(Chorus)
Fallen dreams in a fallen world
Stars collide and the truth unfurled
We hold on tight as the winds unwind
Searching for hope we can't seem to find
(Verse 3)
Rivers run dry where life once grew
The skies turned pale from endless blue
Mountains crumble hearts turn stone
In this fallen world we stand alone

(Bridge)
But still we sing through the weight of night
Through the endless dark we seek the light
Hand in hand we walk the line
Dreamers lost but we still shine

(Chorus)
Fallen dreams in a fallen world
Stars collide and the truth unfurled
We hold on tight as the winds unwind
Searching for hope we can't seem to find

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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

Texas REAL By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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