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Here We Are (original song)

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

Now we hear Sadie with her song:
"Reckless Heart"
I added nine synthesizers and 126 bpm to her beautiful voice and saved the whole thing as a loop.
Please repost the song if you like it...
Sadie and DJ Hero Soft wish you lots of fun.

Lyrics - Reckless Heart
Lyrics by Sadie  


So connected
You and I
I know that I’m falling lately
No pretending
We do it right so
I gotta be honest baby
PRE
I’ve been scared to hit the bottom
In the night I’m calling out for you
HOOK
So I need to know
Will you be by my side
Don’t let me wash away with the ocean tide
I need a little love tonight
When it’s dark
Can you calm my reckless heart
DROP
My reckless heart
My reckless heart
My reckless heart
My reckless heart
My reckless heart
Heart
VERSE 2
My emotions
I feel them all
I know I can get so guarded
Every fear I try to let em go
But I still tread the waters with caution
PRE
I’ve been scared to hit the bottom
In the night I’m calling out for you
HOOK
So I need to know
Will you be by my side
© Vocalfy.com
Don’t let me wash away with the ocean tide
I need a little love tonight
When it’s dark
Can you calm my reckless heart
BUILD
Can you calm my reckless heart
Can you calm my reckless heart
DROP
My reckless heart
My reckless heart
My reckless heart
My reckless heart
My reckless heart
Heart

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Авторська версія української народної пісні «Чорні очка, як терен» в інтерпретації співачки Ana Danch. У підсумку вийшла весільна й темпераментна версія до танцю з осучасненим звучанням, де сумні слова у пісні змінено на веселі, добрі, романтичні. У пісні показано смішні сторони родинних взаємин майбутнього подружжя та свекрухи. Ця пісня потребує аудиторії, бо розрахована на співучасть, на те, щоб жарт був почутий, розрадив і розвеселив слухачів. Пісня «Чорні очка» увійде до майбутнього мініальбому «Підманула». 

Ana Danch’s authorial interpretation of the Ukrainian folk song Чорні очка, як терен.
This vibrant and danceable wedding-style version gives the traditional tune a fresh and modern sound. The original melancholic lyrics have been transformed into cheerful, kind-hearted, and romantic lines. The song playfully depicts the humorous sides of the future in-law relationships, especially between the bride and her future mother-in-law.
Чорні очка is meant to be experienced together with an audience — it invites participation, shared laughter, and joy. The track will be featured in Ana Danch’s upcoming EP Підманула.

Lyrics:
Чорні очка як терен,
Чорні очка як терен, 
Чорні очка як терен, як терен
Коли ж ми ся поберем?
Чорні очка як терен, як терен 
Коли ж ми ся поберем?

Поберемся в неділю,
Поберемся в неділю,
Поберемся в неділю, в неділю
Маю таку надію
Поберемся в неділю, в неділю
Маю таку надію 

Прийде така неділя,
Прийде така неділя,
Прийде така неділя, неділя
Що в нас буде весілля
Прийде така неділя, неділя 
Що в нас буде весілля 

На весіллі всі разом,
На весіллі всі разом,
На весіллі всі разом, всі разом 
Заспівають за столом 
На весіллі всі разом, всі разом 
Заспівають за столом 

Заспівають про любов,
Гірко-гірко про любов 
Гірко-гірко про любов, про любов 
Цілуй мене ти знов і знов 
Гірко-гірко про любов, про любов 
Цілуй мене ти знов і знов

Свекруха моя милая 
Свекруха моя милая 
Свекруха моя милая, милая 
Тепер у вас зʼявилась я 
Свекруха моя милая, милая 
Тепер у вас зʼявилась я 

Лай-лай-лай-лай, ла-ла-лай 
Ла-ла-лай, лай-лай-лай-лай
Лай-лай-лай 

Чорні очка

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Mit „Gabriel – Von damals bis heute (Remixe) – Part 3“ endet meine große Remix-Reise.
Nach Part 1 und Part 2 mit zusammen 80 Songs kommen jetzt die letzten 40 Tracks – das große Finale voller Erinnerungen, Emotionen und frischem Sound.

🎶 Einige Highlights aus Part 3:

Als du noch gewartet hast (Remix)

Ich brauche dich (Remix)

Das goldene Spielzeugauto (Remix)

… und viele mehr!


DAS WARS MIT DER GROSSEN REMIX REISE

DU BIST IM GOLDENEN HIMMEL  (Pop Funk 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

Texas REAL By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Edwin Balder