WHY SPACE arrives with a self‑titled debut that refuses to play it safe. Blending dance‑floor energy with insightful storytelling, the band turns silence into rhythm and struggle into anthem. Every track is built on sharp, sentence‑driven rap sections, soaring choruses, and long instrumental riffs that invite both reflection and release. This is not just music to move to — it’s music that teaches, challenges, and honors the sacrifices that shaped freedom. WHY SPACE is a debut that feels like a manifesto: bold, unforgettable, and destined to echo long after the last note fades.

WHY🎧 SPACE

Whispers rise, the silence grows,
Every question, the answer shows.
Why Space…
Why Space…
He fell down, thought the race was done,
Lost the fire, lost the sun.
But in the quiet, he found his name,
Failure’s not disgrace, it’s part of the game
Why Space is the room you claim,
Not the crowd, not the fame.
It’s the silence that makes you strong,
It’s the rhythm that rights the wrong.
Fade in the echo,
Rise from below.
Why Space, Why Space,
That’s how you grow.
Fade in the echo,
Learn as you go.
Why Space, Why Space,
That’s what you know.
Sit in the way space,
Know it is your place
To figure out how to win this race,
Find a way to truly face
That failure is not a disgrace—
Just something you erase
As you expand your taste
To get to a higher place.
She was told she’d never lead,
Too soft, too slow, too much need.
But she sat in silence, found her flame,
Now the world remembers her name.
Why Space is the question you ask,
It’s the silence behind the mask.
It’s the place where you learn to fall,
It’s the room that teaches it all.
You don’t erase what you’ve become,
You expand, you overcome.
Every scar is a map, every fall a trace,
Why Space is the higher place.
Echoes fade, but lessons stay,
Every night becomes the day.
Why Space is the name we keep,
The place we rise, the place we leap.
Fade in the echo,
Rise from below.
Why Space, Why Space,
That’s how you grow.
Fade in the echo,
Learn as you go.
Why Space, Why Space,
That’s what you know.
Why Space…
Why Space…
Fade in the echo…
Fade in the echo…

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Why Space by WHY🎧 SPACE

She said, “who’s gonna pay that bill?”
I said, “I will, I will.”
Lights are flashing, the night stands still,
I said, “I will, I will.”''
She walks in with fire in her eyes,
Crowd goes quiet, no disguise.
Every move is a test of will,
She said, “who’s gonna pay that bill?”
I stand tall, I don’t pretend,
I’m the man who’s here till the end.
Every promise, I make it real,
I said, “I will, I will.”
I will, I will,
For the love, for the thrill.
I will, I will,
Every moment, every still.
She said, “who’s gonna pay that bill?”
I said, “I will, I will.”
She said, “who’s gonna pay that bill?”
I said, “I will, I will.”
I’m the one who steps in strong,
Every beat, I prove you wrong.
You want a man who won’t let go,
I’m the rhythm you already know.
I’ll take the weight, I’ll take the fall,
I’ll carry the night, I’ll give it all.
No need to ask, no need to doubt,
I’m the one you can’t live without.
She moves like thunder, lights collide,
Every heartbeat amplified.
She said, “who’s gonna pay that bill?”
I said, “I will, I will.”
No hesitation, no retreat,
Every promise feels complete.
Every vow I make is steel,
I said, “I will, I will.”
I will, I will,
For the love, for the thrill.
I will, I will,
Every moment, every still.
She said, “who’s gonna pay that bill?”
I said, “I will, I will.”
She said, “who’s gonna pay that bill?”
I said, “I will, I will.”
I’m the man who stands in fire,
Every move pulls you higher.
I’ll take the stage, I’ll take the night,
I’ll make it real, I’ll make it right.
No games, no tricks, no lies,
Just the truth in your eyes.
You want a promise, here’s the deal,
I said, “I will, I will.”
Every vow is a beat, every word is a flame,
Every promise I keep, every night I claim.
She said, “who’s gonna pay that bill?”
I said, “I will, I will.”
I will, I will,
For the love, for the thrill.
I will, I will,
Every moment, every still.
She said, “who’s gonna pay that bill?”
I said, “I will, I will.”
She said, “who’s gonna pay that bill?”
I said, “I will, I will.”
I will… I will…
Every promise, every thrill.
I will… I will…
For her, I always will.

Please Dance this on to your playlist ..So much thanks... WHY SPACE
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I WILL by WHY🎧 SPACE

Rain falls heavy on the broken ground,
Every drop an echo, every drop a sound.
Walking through the storm, I feel the strain,
But I’m still alive beneath the rain.
Clouds above, the sky turns gray,
Memories wash but never fade away.
Every street reflects the pain,
Every shadow whispers your name
Who will hear my silent cry,
When the storm keeps passing by?
Alone I stand, but still I fight,
we're the song in the spotlight
Rain keeps falling, I survive,
If you love me... don't say goodbuy
Rain keeps falling, I survive,
If you love me.... don't say goodbuy
I walk alone where the rivers rise,
Every drop is truth, no disguise.
The storm don’t care, it cuts the same,
But I hold my ground, Iwith out blame
Rain on my shoulders, rain on my face,
It carves the lines, it leaves a trace.
I’m not afraid of the weight it brings,
I’m a man who fights through everything.
Windows cry with endless streams,
Shattered hopes and broken dreams.
But in the flood I find my way,
The rain won’t wash my soul away.
Who will hear my silent cry,
When the storm keeps passing by?
Alone I stand, but still I fight,
we're the song in the spotlight
Rain keeps falling, I survive,
If you love me... don't say goodbuy
Rain keeps falling, I survive,
If you love me.... don't say goodbuy
Rain don’t lie, it tells the truth,
It cuts through age, it cuts through youth.
Every drop is a memory’s call,
Every storm is a rise, a fall.
I’ve seen the floods take all I own,
But I still stand, I’m flesh and bone.
The thunder roars, but I don’t break,
I fight for love, I fight for faith.
Rain is the weight that makes men strong,
It teaches right, it teaches wrong.
So let it fall, let the rivers rise,
I’ll keep on walking beneath the skies.
Moonlight breaks through clouds above,
Rain reminds me of our love.
Echoes of what used to be,
Flowing...now.... through.... eternity....what... used ...to.. be.......
Who will hear my silent cry,
When the storm keeps passing by?
Alone I stand, but still I fight,
we're the song in the spotlight
Rain keeps falling, I survive,
If you love me... don't say goodbuy
Rain keeps falling, I survive,
If you love me.... don't say goodbuy
Rain… rain… rain…can't hide this pain
Still I stand, still ...I remain.....Rain… rain… rain...still ...I..... remain

Please Dance this on to your playlist ..So much thanks... WHY SPACE
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Link to our Album..YES it's free..do we seem famous?https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/masquerade-and-more?si=7f86e3876c484824abac69745d79d9d3&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Rain Broken by WHY🎧 SPACE

The world is silent, no voices ring,
Steel and glass the echoes bring.
Walking through ruins, heart feels lone,
Last human left, flesh and bone.
I walk paths that time forgot,
Memories that can’t be caught.
Ghosts around me all the same,
Playing endless mindless games.
Who will hear my last goodbye,
In the ashes where dreams die?
Alone I stand but still I strive,
I’m the last human alive.
I’m the last human alive,
Alone I stand but still I strive.
I’m the last human alive… (alive),
I’m the last human alive.
Cities dark with empty streets,
Lonely rhythm my heart beats.
Searching shadows for a sign,
In a world that’s left behind.
Who will hear my last goodbye,
In the ashes where dreams die?
Alone I stand but still I strive,
I’m the last human alive.
I’m the last human alive,
Alone I stand but still I strive.
I’m the last human alive… (alive),
I’m the last human alive.
I walk alone through the ruins of time,
Every heartbeat echoes like a broken rhyme.
The towers fell, but I still remain,
Carrying the weight, carrying the pain.
I see the shadows where laughter once lived,
Now silence is the only gift.
The playground’s empty, the streets don’t sing,
I’m the last man standing in everything.
I hold the memories, I hold the scars,
They shine above me like forgotten stars.
No voices left, but I still survive,
I fight to prove I’m still alive.
The ashes whisper, the night won’t lie,
I’ll keep on walking till the day I die.
The world may fade, but I won’t fall,
I’m the last human, I’ll outlast it all.
Dust and memories fill the air,
No one left to see or care.
Whispers fade in the cold night,
Holding on with all my might.
Moonlight paints a ghostly hue,
Stars above in lonely view.
Echoes of what used to be,
Written in this empty sea.
Who will hear my last goodbye,
In the ashes where dreams die?
Alone I stand but still I strive,
I’m the last human alive.
I’m the last human alive,
Alone I stand but still I strive.
I’m the last human alive… (alive),
I’m the last human alive.
The last human alive… (alive),
The last… human… alive.

Please Dance this on to your playlist ..So much thanks... WHY SPACE
All rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Link to our Album..YES it's free..do we seem famous?https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/masquerade-and-more?si=7f86e3876c484824abac69745d79d9d3&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Last Human by WHY🎧 SPACE

You wore a legend like a second skin,
Lead and liquor, a surgeon’s grin.
Tombstone dust on a dead man’s coat,
I sing his ghost in every note.
True that, you were fire, true that, you were bold,
Every move you made was a story retold.
Cards on the table, silver and sin,
Every gamble you played was a place I’d been.
I fold my past but I can’t forget,
We’re all just one draw from regret.
True that, I was chasing, true that, I was blind,
But the rhythm keeps me steady, keeps me in time.
You lived like the night was yours to burn,
I watched every page of your legend turn.
We were brothers in chaos, partners in crime,
But the beat kept ticking, stealing our time.
Oh, the table’s set with a gambler’s debt,
Silver and sin in a blood‑red bet.
I fold my past but I can’t forget—
We’re all just one draw from regret.
You called your shots with a steady hand,
I strum my truth in these one‑horse stands.
The law don’t chase what the night absolves,
Just the hum of tires and a barroom’s resolve.
True that, I was broken,
True that, I was scarred.
But the rhythm keeps me open,
And it’s healing every part.
Oh, the table’s set with a gambler’s debt,
Silver and sin in a blood‑red bet.
I fold my past but I can’t forget—
We’re all just one draw from regret.
They say you died with your boots on tight,
I fade out slow in the dashboard light.
No O.K. Corral, no showdown blaze,
Just a jukebox wail in the neon haze.
True that, you were shadow, true that, you were flame,
Every outlaw’s story ends the same.
Your name’s a shadow on a wanted page,
Mine’s a whisper on a half‑lit stage.
We rode through towns where the lights went dim,
Every barroom echo carried your hymn.
But silence hit harder than a bullet’s sting,
And I’m left with the rhythm of everything.
But the cards don’t lie when the stakes are true,
We both played wild and we both lost too.
You wore a legend like a second skin,
Lead and liquor, a surgeon’s grin.
True that, I was learning,
True that, I was torn.
But the beat keeps returning,
And I’m finally reborn.
Oh, the table’s set with a gambler’s debt,
Silver and sin in a blood‑red bet.
I fold my past but I can’t forget—
We’re all just one draw from regret.
Aces high and the whiskey’s lean,
I play the hand that life dealt me.
True that, I was reckless, true that, I was free,
But the rhythm’s the only legacy.
Every ghost I sing, every note I play,
Keeps the legend alive in a modern way.
True that, I was broken, true that, I was scarred,
But the beat keeps me moving, keeps me in charge.
I’m not the hero, I’m not the saint,
Just a man with a song and a coat of paint.
But the crowd still listens, the lights still shine,
And the rhythm reminds me this life is mine.
I play the hand that life dealt me…
I play the hand that life… dealt… me…
Please Dance this on to your playlist ..So much thanks... WHY SPACE
All rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Link to our Album..YES it's free..do we seem famous?https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/masquerade-and-more?si=7f86e3876c484824abac69745d79d9d3&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

True That by WHY🎧 SPACE

Met you in the static, neon lights on the floor,
You came up to me like I’d been waiting before.
Eyes locked heavy, I forgot myself,
Said I’d follow you to heaven, even follow to hell.
Every beat was a promise, every look was a flame,
I thought we were writing forever, you were playing a game.
I gave you my nights, gave you my fight,
But you were already planning your exit flight.
I gave you my Friday nights,
You gave me your maybe’s.
I built a future in my mind,
You built escape routes daily.
I wore your name like a promise,
Hung your words like stars.
Thought I was more than a moment,
But I was just spare parts.
You said I lit up your darkness,
But you never stayed for the light.
You kissed me like a secret,
Then left… left in the… night.
Waste of time, waste of tears,
Wasted months, wasted years.
I thought I mattered, thought I fit,
But I was just your counterfeit.
Waste of hope, waste of grace,
Wasted love you won’t replace.
I gave you truth, you gave me spin,
I thought I’d lose you—never knew I’d never begin.
Waste of time…
[Beat cut]
And I’m done letting you define
What I was,
What I am,
What… I’ll… be…
Next time (next time).
I saw forever in your silence,
Heard forever in your lies.
I kept showing up for nothing,
Kept mistaking lows for highs.
You said I was your anchor,
But you never stopped the boat.
I was the one who stayed,
While you wrote your exit note.
You don’t get to call it love,
Just because I stayed.
You don’t get to call it truth,
Just because I prayed.
Waste of time, waste of tears,
Wasted months, wasted years.
I thought I mattered, thought I fit,
But I was just your counterfeit.
Waste of hope, waste of grace,
Wasted love you won’t replace.
I gave you truth, you gave me spin,
I thought I’d lose you—never knew I’d never begin.
Waste of time…
And I’m done letting you define
What I was,
What I am,
What I’ll be…
Next time… What… I’ll… be…
Next time (next time)… next… time!
I was never yours (never yours),
You were never mine (never mine).
Just a beautiful…
Waste of time (waste of time).
Yeah, I followed you to hell,
But I found myself again.
Your lies were neon,
But my truth is the flame.
Waste of time…
But I’m done letting you define me.

Please Dance this on to your playlist ..So much thanks... WHY🎧 SPACE
All rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Link to our Album..YES it's free..do we seem famous?
https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/masquerade-and-more?si=7f86e3876c484824abac69745d79d9d3&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

The Next Time  by WHY🎧 SPACE

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

The Next Time by WHY🎧 SPACE

Edwin Balder