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

All Hit Songs By Edwin H. Balder

SOLD by The Indivisibles is a powerful collection of gripping political voices that resonate deeply in these turbulent times. From the iconic protest anthems of Bob Dylan and Bob Marley to the rebellious spirit of Green Day and Rage Against the Machine, this playlist is a rallying cry for action against the injustices we face today. "SOLD" is more than just music; it's a voice leading the way back to an honest America for all.

SOLD by The Indivisibles

Bad days in the music space...BAD!

Better Tomorrows By Edwin H. Balder

I walked to the fountain
looked over the edge  
coins tossed in hope
each with a pledge
overture of failures
where nobody showed
no audience came
not one ticket sold
I walked down allys
where sad stories are told

you have all the time
you have all the heart
you have all the say
When things break apart

you have all the tears
you have all the lies
you have all the fears
you have your disguise

you have all the faith
you have all the sorrow
you have to be brave
to have all your Better Tomorrows

U have all the faith
U have all the sorrow
U have to be brave
to have Better Tomorrows


so dam alone & walking the street street
no one around to help me back on my feet
Down back alleys to where Isleep
no hope or promises to keep
close to the edge & ready to leep
broken down so damn deep
with no more tears that I can weep

U have the time
U have the heart
U have the say
When things break apart
U have the tears
U have the lies
U have the fears
U have your disguise
U have all the faith
U have all the sorrow
U have to be brave
to have Better Tomorrows
U have all the faith
U have all the sorrow
U have to be brave
to have Better Tomorrows

All rights reserved By Edwin H. Balder

Thank you to my band Hot Cookie!

Better Tomorrows By Edwin H. Balder

Some of my songs are just right for me now...

Gonna Get Old by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

hate to be the one to tell ya but you're gonna get old
walk into walls burn stuff on the stove
go to the doctor for a strange looking mole
hate to be the one to tell ya you're gonna get old

they say youth is wasted on the young
not true that' when you should have  fun
plenty of time to get the job done
stay out all night watch the rising sun
travel everyplace while you still can climb
take every adventure that you can find
plenty of time to enter the grind
enjoy procrastination and never you mind

hate to be the one to tell ya but you're gonna get old
walk into walls burn stuff on the stove
go to the doctor for a strange looking mole
hate to be the one to tell ya you're gonna get old

sure go to college get an education
but don't miss out on spring break vacation
let each day discover a new sensation
make any road your best destination
let your heart love let your voice sing
take risks now and see what they bring
lots a time to worry so go do your thing
throw your hat with confidence into any ring

hate to be the one to tell ya but you're gonna get old
walk into walls burn stuff on the stove
go to the doctor for a strange looking mole
hate to be the one to tell ya you're gonna get old

I tell you this now  now that I'm old
I wish back then I had a-be told
make every memory a gift of gold
something forever that you can hold

hate to be the one to tell ya but you're gonna get old
walk into walls burn stuff on the stove
go to the doctor for a strange looking mole
hate to be the one to tell ya you're gonna get old

I tell you this now  now that I'm old
I wish back then I had a-be told
make every memory a gift of gold
something forever that you can hold

hate to be the one to tell ya but you're gonna get old
walk into walls burn stuff on the stove
go to the doctor for a strange looking mole
hate to be the one to tell ya you're gonna get old

Link to  best of my country songs that you can cover https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/country-hits-you-might-need?si=307edea8be674dc3bedee9345a814080&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

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Gonna Get Old by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Love Is Love

Roses In The Night By Edwin H. Balder

Innuendos dance, a secret masquerade,
Words like silk,  hidden meanings laid.
Whispers in  shadows, lips so close,
 playing with fire, and nobody knows.
nobody knows. ...nobody knows.

Between the lines, we find our sanctuary,
A language of desire, whispered vocabulary.
Double meanings bloom, like roses in the night,
Our hearts entangled, lost in unspoken  delight

like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,

She sips her wine, eyes locked on mine,
Her laughter a code, a tantalizing sign.
I'm decoding her curves, tracing every line,
Our double entendres—dangerously divine. dangerously divine. dangerously divine.

Between the lines, we find our sanctuary,
A language of desire, whispered vocabulary.
Double meanings bloom, like roses in the night,
Our hearts entangled, lost in unspoken  delight

like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,

leaing  in low, voice a velvet tease,
A wink, a nod—the art of sweet unease.
We're fencing with words, a risqué ballet,
Desire wrapped in syllables, leading us astray.


Between the lines, we find our sanctuary,
A language of desire, whispered vocabulary.
Double meanings bloom, like roses in the night,
Our hearts entangled, lost in unspoken  delight

like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,


Bridge the gap, bridge the gap,
Across the chasm of what's said and unsaid.
We're tightrope walkers, balancing on wit,
A linguistic tango, where pleasure and danger fit.


Between the lines, we find our sanctuary,
A language of desire, whispered vocabulary.
Double meanings bloom, like roses in the night,
Our hearts entangled, lost in unspoken  delight

like roses in the night,
like roses in the night,
like roses in the night....

Link to the best of my R & B, Soul, Funky, Hip Hop, Rap & Blues Bangers you can cover  to add hit power to your world https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/hit-r-b-funky-bangers-by-edwin?si=a366189f83684571b35fd59768210669&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

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Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
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Roses In The Night By Edwin H. Balder

Fuel me ...

Coffee Oh Coffee  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder


going back for another cup
coffee Can't get enough

my morning’s magic,
 my midnight’s muse. 
 every bean, a story told
sip by sip liquid gold
 magical potion
fire up the emotion in me
coffee..............
 coffee oh.... coffee


 Ethiopia 
Coffee   beverage utopia
 Espresso cup, bitter
 delight,
twist of lemon...just right............just right.


going back for another cup
coffee Can't get enough


Coffee beautuful brew, 
my morning’s magic,
 my midnight’s muse. 
 every bean, a story told
sip by sip liquid gold
 magical potion
fire up the emotion in me
coffee..............
 coffee oh.... coffee

 old  beat cafés,  poets teach beatnik plays 
Now they sell CDs  breakfast tofu
  vibes change, but not  love for our brew

going back for another cup
coffee Can't get enough



 Coffee beautuful brew, 
my morning’s magic,
 my midnight’s muse. 
 every bean, a story told
sip by sip liquid gold
 magical potion
fire up the emotion in me
coffee..............
 coffee oh.... coffee

 Morning wonder, after-meal bliss, 
A pleasure you never want to miss. Dark roast, cappuccino, cold brew blend, ,
 morning start 
dinners end 

 every corner of the world found,
 Coffee shops  beans freshly ground Handcrafted drinks, barista’s pride,  first sip, ready to ride


going back for another cup
coffee Can't get enough



 Coffee beautuful brew, 
my morning’s magic,
 my midnight’s muse. 
 every bean, a story told
sip by sip liquid gold
 magical potion
fire up the emotion in me
coffee..............
 coffee oh.... coffee
coffee..............
 coffee oh.... coffee

Link to more of our Singer/songwriter style hits you can cover into fame because of your take!

https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/best-new-folk-americana?si=04e0155163644977b37cf8c0a04f3c53&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing



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Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Coffee Oh Coffee  By songwriter Edwin H. Balder

A true 3 ring wonder.....

Hey Clown by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Maybe I should get a big fuzzy wig, Big red nose, shoes way too big.
 A loud horn to squeeze, to tell you I'm around, 
‘Cause baby, you turned me into a clown.

 Storybook romance, took me in, Everything love could be, will power thin. 
Next thing you know, we're in Vegas getting hitched,
 I was one thing one day, then my life got switched.

 Maybe I should get a big fuzzy wig, Big red nose, shoes way too big.
 A loud horn to squeeze, to tell you I'm around, 
‘Cause baby, you turned me into a clown.

Worked for a while, you pulled me in deep,
 Motivated me to work harder, grab everything I could keep.
 You managed the money, I managed bringing it home,
 Now I’m sitting here broke and so damn alone.

 Maybe I should get a big fuzzy wig, Big red nose, shoes way too big.
 A loud horn to squeeze, to tell you I'm around, 
‘Cause baby, you turned me into a clown.


 Won't talk to my family or even my friends, Hard to see anyone, the way this one ends. 
You’re off someplace, living off my sweat,
 Me here like a clown who lost a giant bet.

(Bridge) Now I see the truth, the lies and deceit,
 I’m broken, torn, totally  beat 
in your circus, I played the fool, 
Now I’m just a joke, played by your rules.



In your show, I played my part
, But now it's time, I'll guard my heart. Played by tricks, 
Cue the circus sound, 
Just a broken man,
 lost and found.
Hey Clown..
Hey Clown
Played by tricks, 
Cue the circus sound, 
Just a broken man,
 lost and found.
hey Clown
Hey clown.....

Link to more of our Singer/songwriter style hits you can cover into fame because of your take!

https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/best-new-folk-americana?si=04e0155163644977b37cf8c0a04f3c53&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing



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Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Hey Clown by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

This song is open source and free to cover...

The morning paper reads like a ransom note,
Every headline’s another straw on the vote.
They’re carving up rights with a lobbyist’s pen,
While the working man’s ghost fills the factory again.
I used to stand for the anthem proud,
Now I just wonder who they’re playing it for now.
Oh, America—sweetheart, what happened?
Did the money drown out the sound of the passion?
Should I check out or break in?
Turn my back or start shaking the frame?
The system’s rigged, the deck’s all marked,
But empty chairs don’t change a thing in the dark.
I believed in the dream, swore it was true—
Now I’m stuck here deciding: fight or fool’s rendezvous?
The church on the corner sold its soul,
Traded the Gospel for a tax break scroll.
The school board’s burning books in the square,
While the kids line up for thoughts and prayers.
I’ve got a nephew who asks me why,
The "land of the free" feels more like a lie.
Should I check out or break in?
Let it burn or fan the flame?
The truth’s been bought, the lies are cheap,
But walking away won’t starve the beast.
I loved you honest, I loved you fair—
Now I’m stuck here deciding: do I stay or disappear?
The courthouse doors are chained at noon,
Justice moves when the cameras do.
I’ve got friends still fighting the good fight,
But the rules keep changing overnight.
Maybe the answer’s not in or out,
But how loud you shout when they try to drown you out
So I’ll plant my feet where the sidewalk ends,
Where the cynics sneer and the sheep pretend.
I won’t check out—I’ll break the lock,
Not with a hammer, but with the truth they forgot.
[hot instreumental long solo]
[Final Chorus]
I won’t check out—I’ll break in,
Not with a riot, but with a pen.
The dream’s not dead, just buried deep,
And I’m done asking—I’m digging free.
I loved you honest, I loved you true,
And love like that don’t quit on you.
I loved you honest, I loved you true,
And love like that don’t quit on you.




Should I Check Out or Break In?

THIS IS AN OPEN SOURCE SONG WITH OPEN RIGHTS TO COVER!
Goodmoring...So ...today another cold day on Hell...
Link to more by The Indivisibles soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/buy-the-indivisibles/s-AsXmxzPelsN?si=7795d0cdd89746ae896af1fc1d725e6b&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium
"You thought I was done? Nah—
Frostbite's the cost when you cross me..."
"I kept it chill, froze the flames you brought,
Played it cool while you took your shot.
But every cut you made built the ice—
Solid as steel, now I’m slicing twice.
You wanted power, you wanted control,
Now you're cornered in the cold.
Karma’s skating in on thin ice—
Better pray that your fire suffices."
"Tick, tick—countdown’s on,
Did you think I'd stay the pawn?
Chessboard flipped, New boss in charge—
Time’s up; better check the scars."
Cold cuts, slicing deeper than you’d bet—
Every blade is forged in regret.
You played games, now you're melting slow—
Shiver, baby, frostbite in tow.
Cold cuts—payback's a bitter brew,
Revenge served ice-cold for you.
Step back, the storm’s begun—
I’m the avalanche, you’re ... on the run....on the run....on the run....
"Now I’m skating circles ‘round your lies,
Trail of dust, no alibis.
Your empire’s cracking under the weight,
Every flake’s a layer of fate.
Don’t bother screaming—I’m out of tune,
Your breath’s wasted on the frozen moon.
You had the matches, burned the bridge,
Now you're stranded—edge of the ridge."
"Tick, tick—countdown’s on,
Did you think I'd stay the pawn?
Chessboard flipped, new boss in charge—
Time’s up; better check the scars."
"Cold cuts, slicing deeper than you’d bet—
Every blade is forged in regret.
You played games, now you're melting slow—
Shiver, baby, frostbite in tow.
Cold cuts—payback's a bitter brew,
Revenge served ice-cold for you.
Step back, the storm’s begun—
I’m the avalanche, you’re ... on the run....on the run....on the run....
"You wanted the crown? Could’ve had it all.
But now the ice is your kingdom—
And this throne’s too cold for your fall."
"Cold cuts, slicing deeper than the snow,
Every crack in your armor starts to show.
So long, baby—I’m gone...
Frozen, but I’m fully strong.
"Step back, the storm’s begun—
I’m the avalanche, you’re ... on the run....on the run....on the run....
I’m the avalanche, you’re ... on the run....on the run....on the run...

Cold Cuts by The Indivisibles

THIS IS AN OPEN SOURCE SONG WITH OPEN RIGHTS TO COVER!
No one runs, No one speaks An Open Source Cover 4U
by The Indivisibles
Smoke rises, red sky turns black
Wind whispers, pulling time back
Footsteps linger, voices fade
But nobody moves, nobody saves
City lights flicker, shadows grow tall
Glass breaks easy when nobody calls
Every breath, every blink, every turn
Still we stand, watch the fire burn
Close the doors, lock the gate
Say it’s fate, say it’s too late
Lips stay quiet, hands stay cold
Hearts turn away, stories grow old
Watch the fire burn, watch the embers rise
Watch the silent faces never close their eyes
Smoke in the distance, flames at our feet
But no one runs, no one speaks
no one runs, no one speaks
Windows shake, sirens cry
Reflections vanish, walls divide
Step by step, breath by breath
We turn, we see, we let it rest
Guilt don’t weigh, shame don’t show
Comfort wins, so we let it go
Truth won’t chase, lies won’t hold
Silence stays—like we were told
Watch the fire burn, watch the embers rise
Watch the silent faces never close their eyes
Smoke in the distance, flames at our feet
But no one runs, no one speaks
no one runs, no one speaks
Turn the clocks, erase the past
Say it never happened, make the memories last
But embers speak, and fire stays
It leaves the scars, it doesn’t fade
So I watch, I stand, I play my part
Let the flames rewrite the start
Hold my breath, take the blame
Pretend the fire never came
Watch the fire burn, watch the embers rise
Watch the silent faces never close their eyes
Smoke in the distance, flames at our feet
But no one runs, no one speaks
no one runs, no one speaks
Smoke rises, red sky turns black
Wind whispers, pulling time back
Footsteps linger, voices fade
But nobody moves, nobody saves
Smoke in the distance, flames at our feet
But no one runs, no one speaks
no one runs, no one speaks


More free to cover OPEN SOURCE SONGS: 
https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/buy-the-indivisibles?si=0d8e435a691341c6921b560792e6ae3e&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

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No one runs, No one speaks   An Open Source Cover 4U

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Thieves in High Places   An Open Source Cover 4U
by The Indivisibles

Why’d you think it was fine to take?
Did you blink, did you wait, did you move too late?
Did you weigh the cost, did you check the time?
Or did you think theft was just a state of mind?
I see a kid snatch a wallet near the light
Running fast like he’s fighting for his life
A mother prays, but the rent won’t bend
She’s stealing minutes, hoping they won’t end
A man skims cash, keeps the job afloat
Turns the papers so the numbers won’t choke
They call it crime, they call it sin
But I see power wearing the same skin
Thieves in high places, hands in the pot
Steal from the workers, tell ‘em it’s not
Pass the laws, lock the gates
Call it justice when they raise the stakes
Out in the country, land gets sold
By the suits who never touched the cold
Farmers drown, towns dry up
While the thieves sip slow from silver cups
They tax the poor, pay the rich
Trade the air, flip the switch
Water runs out, factories burn
But ain't no cell where they take their turn
Thieves in high places, hands in the pot
Steal from the workers, tell ‘em it’s not
Pass the laws, lock the gates
Call it justice when they raise the stakes
What’s the crime when the law’s been bought?
What’s the lie when the truth is caught?
What’s the weight of a stolen dream?
Who decides what theft really means?
City lights, country roads
History written where the greed still grows
A kid gets time, a farmer folds
A nation’s cut down while the power holds
Thieves in high places, hands in the pot
Steal from the workers, tell ‘em it’s not
Pass the laws, lock the gates
Call it justice when they raise the stakes
Street crime petty, dust in the wind
While the rulers take what ain’t theirs to spend
Numbers vanish, pockets fill
But the real criminals sit up on the hill


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TheY Killed America Today by The Indivisibles

they sold the dream to the loudest pay—
yeah, they.. killed... america ......today....

they wrapped a lie in stars and thread
and called it freedom while justice bled
signed off checks with borrowed names
and lit the fuse, then passed the blame
the factory’s dust, the nurses pray—
yeah, they killed america today

they killed america today
with a grin, a vote, and a toxic display
no gun, no bomb, no foreign raid
just backroom bills and godless trade
they took our rights, then walked away—
yeah, they killed america today

they crown a king who mocks the weak
then call it brave when he won’t speak
they gut the voice, they choke the press
then sell a t-shirt that says “god bless”
but every thread is soaked in grey—
yeah, they killed america today

they killed america today
in suits and ties and party parades
then lit cigars and called it fate—
yeah, they killed america today

the rich just hoard, the poor just serve
while “liberty” gets redrawn in curves
they sell our land, they jail our kin
they speak in codes we can't get in
we scream for help, they raise our rate—
yeah, they killed america today

they killed america today
under chants and debt and broadcast haze
they claim it’s fixed—but it’s decay—
yeah, they killed america today
solo

they sit on gold while kids eat shame
rewrite the rules, then shift the blame
they ban the books, defund the soul
then post “thoughts & prayers” and call it whole
they kiss their donors, cage the rest
feed our hunger with corporate tests
then told the broken: “pull your weight”
as if they hadn’t sealed their fate
solo

they killed america today
with silence signed and power play
no bombs, no tanks, just bills in stacks
no help, no shame, no looking back
we begged, we cried, we learned too late—
yeah, they killed america today yeah, they... killed.... america..( america).. today


Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Seek out other songs of love for America on the Sold Out Playlist by The Indivisibles:

https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/buy-the-indivisibles?si=b5c06e8546c14637bbbfba3184a7a695&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

TheY Killed America Today (Open source song Free To Cover)

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

TheY Killed America Today (Open source song Free To Cover)

Edwin Balder