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by The Indivisibles

Blame the band...Blame the band...
they’re stackin’ gold like gospel truth
cut health and hope and call it proof
wrap hate in flags, then sell it clean
say it’s freedom when it’s just mean
they steal the vote, they shift the blame
they rewrite books, then preach God's name
but point a finger when a singer screams—
like melody’s the real machine
they blame the band for the house goin’ down
while the match still smokes in a tailor-made crown
they silence songs, but not the scam
we see through the suits and sleight of hand
they blame the band—
while the house is burnin’,
they're yellin' at the band
a rich man lies with a polished grin
says “rights are earned”—not born within
the laws get bent to guard the throne
while working hands are stripped to bone
they cut the mic and crank the spin
say peace is weak and greed’s a win
but while they pray to coal and crown,
they fear the words that won’t back down
they blame the band for the fever rise
while auctionin’ truth to the highest lie
they hate the chords that call them out
and twist a verse into a shout
they blame the band—
while justice drowns,
they're throwin’ rocks at sound
we are the verse they can’t erase
the kitchen floor, the picket base
from chain gang fields to coffee shops
we’ve sung beneath their gavel drops
they call us loud
they call us lost
but all we do is count the cost—
of silence sold and songs denied
and kids who fear to just survive
don’t tell me art’s the thing to fear
when hate holds office year to year
we sing not ‘cause we want applause
we sing 'cause someone stole the laws
they blame the band while they gut the land
paint rage as peace with a sleight of hand
but we won’t bend, and we won’t fade
we write the truth they won’t parade
they blame the band—
so we turn it loud
for every voice not allowed
they blame the band...
they blame the band...
but we hold the line,
with a pen in hand
they blame the band—
let 'em try
we’ve always been
the last to die
[hard line instrumental catchy hook]
they blame the band...
they blame the band...
but we hold the line,
with a pen in hand
they blame the band—
let 'em try
we’ve always been
the last to die  the last to die  the ....last.... to ....die


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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder...contact by DM for free stems

They Blame the Band by The Indivisibles

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 Blame the Band by The Indivisibles

Edwin Balder