The Loneliest Girl In The World

Since 1995

I Let Him Love Me

Cigarettes (Acoustic)

True Love (Acoustic)

Not one rhyme in this song so Please tell me does it still belong?

The Choir Club By Edwin H. Balder

(Verse 1) In the heart of Sin City, where the cards dance and the dice whisper secrets, There stood a joint called the “Desert Rose,” its neon petals blooming defiance. The Choir Club gathered there—eccentric souls, half gamblers, half dreamers, Their pockets full of luck and their hearts stitched with nostalgia.

(Pre-Chorus) The crooner, Johnny “Lucky” Malone, leaned against the piano, His voice a velvet caress, weaving tales of lost love and neon-lit nights. He sang of dames with crimson lips, their eyes reflecting the Strip’s neon glow, And the ghosts of old mobsters who still haunted the casino floors.

(Chorus) “Midnight Mirage,” he crooned, as the roulette wheel spun its hypnotic spell, A love story etched in neon, where Lady Luck danced with Lady Fate. The Choir Club swayed, their laughter echoing off mirrored walls, And Johnny’s voice carried them to a place where time blurred and memories bled.

(Verse 2) He sang of a showgirl named Ruby, her sequined gown trailing stardust, Her heart a wild card, dealt from a deck stacked against her. She danced at the Stardust Lounge, legs like flamingos in flight, Her dreams wrapped in feathers and the scent of jasmine.

(Pre-Chorus) But Ruby had a secret—a suitcase hidden beneath her bed, Letters tied with satin ribbons, inked with promises and regrets. Her lover, a croupier named Frankie, whispered love notes between shuffles, Their rendezvous at the Neon Boneyard, where broken signs whispered forgotten tales.

(Chorus) “Midnight Mirage,” Johnny sang, fingers tracing the ivory keys, As Ruby’s tears fell like diamonds on the green felt table. Frankie dealt a losing hand, and the Choir Club held their breath, For in this city of illusions, even love could fold like a paper fan.

(Bridge) One moonless night, Ruby slipped aces up her sleeve, Her heart aces, her fate uncertain. She met Frankie by the old El Cortez sign, Its neon flickering like a dying star. He wore a fedora low, hiding his eyes, And they danced—two shadows in a city that never slept.

(Chorus) “Midnight Mirage,” Johnny’s voice cracked, the notes fragile as antique glass, Ruby bet it all on love, while Frankie shuffled destiny. The Choir Club leaned in, their hearts wild cards in a cosmic game, And the roulette wheel spun, deciding whether love would win or fold.

(Outro) As dawn painted the desert sky, Ruby vanished like smoke, Leaving behind a lipstick-stained napkin and a whispered promise. Johnny sang the final verse, his voice a wisper-toned memory: “Vegas, my love, you’re a gamble worth losing.”

And so, the Choir Club swayed, their souls entwined with the city, As Johnny “Lucky” Malone faded into the neon-lit horizon, His song echoing through the ages, a love story etched in stardust.

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Thanks to My Band: Hot Cookie

The Choir Club By Edwin H. Balder

a lot of steps back...

America's Story Gone By songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Thought I knew, thought I had it all, Learned the lesson hard, behind each wall. Safe I've been, in luck's embrace, But now the will to control in every other face.
The voice we had, now grows so soft, What was our wonder, now  so lost,
Falling into fear, most follow along, America's story, now a somber song
America's story day by day gone
America's story  gone
America's story  gone
Older now, seen the glory days, Watched the American dream in many ways. Revenge and oppression, now take the stage, As freedom fades, imprisoned in rage.
The voice we had, now grows so soft, What was our wonder, now  so lost,
Falling into fear, most follow along, America's story, now a somber song
America's story day by day gone
America's story  gone
America's story  gone
Built on dreams, we were once so free, But now control seems the destiny. Freedom’s voice, a distant cry, In a land where shadows fly.
The dark side calls, and here we stand, Fighting for our right, in this troubled land. What can we do, where do we go? In a world where truth bends so low.

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America's Story Gone By songwriter Edwin H. Balder

"Invisible Bridges" is an evocative indie-rock ballad that captures the bittersweet ache of trying to reach someone who remains just out of grasp. Through melancholic guitar riffs, rising strings, and haunting piano, the song explores themes of longing, unrequited love, and the quiet resilience of holding on when all else fades. It’s a journey through the shadows of connection, where silent walls and invisible bridges shape the fragile pathways of life.

Invisible Bridges

Gift yourself an hour and hear GOLD: A Rock Musical Audio Book                                                                                                                                                                                                     By Edwin H. Balder

Here is your GOLD mythology primer :

GOLD: The Duality Within 

In the bustling metropolis of Lumina City, a new force emerges—one that defies the conventional boundaries of heroism. Her name is Gold. Clad in shimmering golden armor, she soars through the city’s skyline, a beacon of hope for the downtrodden.

But beneath her radiant exterior lies a secret—a darkness that gnaws at her soul. Gold grapples with her dual nature: the unwavering protector and the shadowy avenger. Her powers, fueled by both light and darkness, make her formidable, yet unpredictable.

Act I: Origins

Chapter 1: The Awakening

Gold discovers her abilities during a near-fatal accident. The golden lightning that envelops her becomes her signature.

Chapter 2: The Mentor

An enigmatic figure named Eclipse appears. He trains Gold, teaching her to harness her powers.

Chapter 3: The First Battle

Gold faces off against the villainous Nocturne, who wields the power of shadows. Their clash shakes the city.

Act II: The Divide

Chapter 4: The Council of Light

Gold joins the Council, a group of revered heroes. But their rigid code clashes with her darker inclinations.

Chapter 5: The Forbidden Tome

Gold discovers an ancient book—the Codex Umbra—that reveals her true lineage. She’s torn between duty and curiosity.

Chapter 6: The Betrayal

Eclipse’s true intentions surface. He seeks to plunge Lumina City into eternal twilight. Gold must choose: loyalty or justice?

Act III: Shadows Unleashed

Chapter 7: The Descent

Gold descends into the city’s underbelly, where crime festers. Her golden armor turns ebony as she confronts corruption.

Chapter 8: The Dark Alliance

Nocturne reappears, offering an alliance. Together, they could reshape the world. Gold hesitates.

Chapter 9: The Final Battle

Lumina City trembles as Gold faces Eclipse, who seeks to merge light and darkness. Her heart splits—hero or antihero?

Epilogue: The Golden Hour

Chapter 10: Redemption

Gold confronts her inner demons. She realizes that true strength lies in balance. She defeats Eclipse but spares him.

Chapter 11: The Shifting Skyline

Gold continues her dual role: protector by day, avenger by night. Lumina City thrives, unaware of its complex savior.

And so, Gold walks the tightrope between light and shadow, her golden heart pulsing with both. Lumina City remains safe, but its hero remains an enigma—a beacon and a warning to all who dare to defy FREEDOM!

All rights reserved By Edwin H. Balder
Raine Stern performes all the vocals and music in the GOLDen Eepilogue 
Ken Stange the musical director for folks like Joe Cocker was the production consultant.
I WANT TO THANK ALL WHO MADE MY MUSIC BECOME.....
All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
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The only thing to do now is finish the staging for the opening
 and go on to make the movie!

GOLD the Rock Musical Audio Book by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

With You Always

Verse 1:
I’m the thunder after the rain’s dried up,
The cracked glass holding a half-filled cup.
Every step I take is a beautiful mistake,
Tracing paths in the dirt that I didn’t make.

I’m the fire that burns but doesn’t destroy,
The chaos spinning through the void.
They tell me to fix it, to clean up my act,
But this tangled life is the only one intact.

Chorus:
I’m the mess called Malin, stumbling strong,
Turning the broken into my song.
Who needs answers when questions feel free?
Call me a mess, but this mess is me.

Verse 2:
I’m the whisper that echoes louder than shouts,
A lighthouse for a sea of doubts.
I wear my flaws like a crown of gold,
Every scar a story waiting to be told.

The world spins fast, but I hold my ground,
In the rubble of dreams that come back around.
I’m the wind that carries what others let go,
A storm with roots, learning to grow.

Chorus:
I’m the mess called Malin, laughing through tears,
A spark in the dark that chases the fears.
Who needs perfect when wild feels right?
Call me a mess, but I’m shining tonight.

Bridge:
I’m the thread that doesn’t quite fit the weave,
The leaf that dances when the others leave.
Perfection’s a prison, and calm’s just a myth,
But this chaos I’ve built? I’m living with it.

Outro:
So here’s to the cracks, the untamed ways,
The beauty I find in these endless maze days.
I’m the mess called Malin, a story untamed,
And I’d never trade this life for something pre-named.

The Mess Called Malin

This is my cover of Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairy. I used Sonar Producer 8

Sugar Plum Fairy

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
THE BACK STORY:
I was just 19 Way back bout 1969
a couple of new friends of mine
Hippy Joni & John Prine
gave me some listening time
50 years later down the line
what was voiced then is now
so wonderfully defined
by voices my music was meant to find
I wonder back into that dive hotel room now and then
and meet with old friends... Everyone making amends ...Time just transcends
Playing and singing our dream songs....Hoping stardom comes along
So we can all run away
And play everyday
In a cloud of smoke
Where nobody’s broke
Maybe one more toke and I can stay
SO
Too old ..
So little in the tank
Not near the time to get in all I want to thank
Thought all my music might someday get me bank
Cause God gave me talent but the check he wrote was a bit blank
And as I got older and my dreams of glory sank
I made what's here for you to see
hoping  my sad obscurity gets outflanked


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

The Choir Club By Edwin H. Balder

Edwin Balder