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

Legacy Pop Hits 4U By Edwin H. Balder

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

Singer/Songwriter Hits You Can Cover into Fame  By Songwriter 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

When asked if I ever wrote a song to die for...

Drifting Into Tomorrow

(Verse 1) In the quiet of my days, a broken sense prevails, Interactions like fractured glass, their edges sharp and frail. Life’s canvas painted gray, compassion dimmed and worn, Yet deep within my heart, a yearning to be reborn.

(Pre-Chorus) I crave salvation’s touch, a melody profound, To mend the fractured chords, to weave a healing sound. Oh, won’t you be my guide, my compass through the night? Lead me to that sacred ground where music takes flight.

(Chorus) Drifting into sorrow, carried by the tide, Lost in memories of what once bloomed and died. But hope, a fragile vessel, sails toward the dawn, As I seek solace in the echoes of what’s gone.

(Verse 2) The sunsets we once shared, their hues now faded gold, Moments soft like watercolors such stories left untold. I hope you find my voice, to sing your name in tune, To bridge the gaps between us, beneath a memory moon.

(Pre-Chorus) And so I drift, a wanderer, seeking solace’s embrace, Tomorrow’s canvas blank, awaiting colors to replace The grayness of my soul, the ache that pulls me low, Perhaps borrowed peace will stop by to say hello

(Chorus) Drifting into sorrow, carried by the tide, Lost in memories of what once bloomed and died. But hope, a fragile vessel, sails toward the dawn, As I seek solace in the echoes of what’s gone.

(Bridge) The wind whispers secrets, when the stars align, As if the universe conspires to rewrite our design. I’ll write of love anew, with notes of moonlight grace, And find redemption in the tears upon my face.

(Chorus) Drifting into sorrow, carried by the tide, Lost in memories of what once bloomed and died. But hope, a fragile vessel, sails toward the dawn, As I seek solace in the echoes of what’s gone.

(Outro) So let me drift, let me dream, let me borrow time, For in these fractured moments,I compose a symphony devine. And when the morning breaks, and shadows drift away, I found my sacred ground, in the music I have played

Thanks to my band: Hot Cookie!

All Rights Reserved by Edwin H. Balder

Sacred Ground By Edwin H. Balder

I wrote this for Taylor when she stops by the ranch

I Want You Back Again By Songwriter EdwinH. Balder

[Verse 1] I yearn to hold you again, To mend this ache that never ends. Why did we fall, why did we fight? We wandered through endless lies,  then vanished in the night.
[Verse 2] on rain swept nights I stand by the door, The porch light flickers, memories i can't ignore. Hoping for echoes to come back to me, A chance to rewrite our story..be what we used to be
[Chorus] The loss of us never fades away, I hope for your return, everyday.  pray the stars  conspire to call your name your name, I want you back, i want you back  I want you back again 
[Bridge] Shadows dance where our laughter once played, how fast the shadows  of our life just fade. Every stolen moment your gone, I wish for a second chance to finish  our song
[Verse 3] Haunted by memories, that dance in dreams  that echoes past the rivers and the streams my desire never fades holding so tight , i see your silhouette  in soft moonlight.[Chorus]. The loss of us never fades away, I hope for your return, everyday.  pray the stars  conspire to call your name your name, I want you back, i want you back  I want you back again 

The loss of us never fades away, I hope for your return, everyday.  pray the stars  conspire to call your name your name, I want you back, i want you back  I want you back again 

Link to the best of my R & B, Soul, Funky, Hip Hop, Rap & Blues Bangers you can cover to make your way to a star... stuff 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

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

I Want You Back Again By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

I know I Knew this once...

All These Lies by Edwin H Balder

(verse) Sitting in my car
afraid to write
the words that I am sending off to you tonight
it will  start with dear and then your name
and with every tear I'll break down in shame 

(Chorus) I didn't think I remember 
didn't think I remember 
what it's like to cry 
like to cry 
I wouldn't call it surender
just relief form all theses lies
all theses lies
didn't think I remember 
all theses lies

(Verse 2)I spell out the truth
spell out all the pain
hoping that somehow love can still remain
Please know I take all of the blame
treating our love like it was a game

(Chorus) I didn't think I remember what it's like to cry 
I wouldn't call it surender
 just relief form 
all theses lies
all theses lies
all theses lies
(Bridge)
do you get lonely do you ever get sad
do you get tired of feeling lost & mad
do you ever long for  the things we once had
Do you ever wonder why things didn't go as we planned

( outro)
I didn't think I remember
I didn't think I remember
I didn't think I remember
all theses lies
I didn't think I remember
all theses lies
I didn't think I remember
all theses lies
I didn't think I remember
all theses lies
all theses lies
all theses lies


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

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

All These Lies by Edwin H Balder

Lucky to learn from Joni and John....

One More Toke By Edwin H. Balder

(Intro) It's hard to say how much spending my paycheck at the Troubadour changed me. ...Selling Dictionaries and magazines door to door my daytime penitentiary...
But the nights digesting every star bite under those cheap lights engaged me... to speak my truth plainly...to speak my truth bravely......


(Verse) 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............Tilt-a-whirl day

In a cloud of smoke.................................Where nobody’s broke

Maybe one more toke and I can stay…..aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah

 (Bridge) now it's just Joni, John and I 
sitting eating apple pie
On a river in the sky
A chelsea morning drifting by
with our souvenirs that survived

Blank paper be my friend
and let me once again
Tell a story in a song that flatters
that lifts us all from the tatters
to be music truth seekers
to my mentors and my teachers



So I.... …..

(outro) 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.............Tilt-a-whirl day

In a cloud of smoke.................................Where nobody’s broke

Maybe one more toke and I can stay….
Maybe one more toke and I can stay….

All Rights Reserved by Edwin H. Balder
Thanks to My Band : Hot Cookie

One More Toke By Edwin H. Balder

Loving for a love who gets my music...

I Got This Music By Edwin H. Balder 

I got this music
 don't want to lose it 
who will choose it 
oh who will choose it

hey pretty one I wrote you a song
Was hoping you'd hear it won't take long
Maybe sit by these trees outside on the lawn
If you don't like it I'll just get up and get gone



I got this music
 don't want to lose it 
who will choose it 
oh who will choose it

Hey pretty one I wrote you a tune
Was hoping you'd hear it can I come by soon
maybe sit by these trees under the moon
If you don't like it I give you some room

just words with notes that float on dreams
just words with notes that show the scenes
of loves we lived in between
the the tears lost by our means
just words and notes or so it seems
just words and notes that's all it means
just words and notes
just words and notes
just words and notes


I got this music
 don't want to lose it 
who will choose it 
oh who will choose it

Hey pretty one I wrote music you inspired
Was hoping you hear it if your not too tired
maybe sit by these trees I always admired
If you don't like it just tell me I'm fired



I got this music
 don't want to lose it 
who will choose it 
oh who will choose it

Hey pretty one I wrote something for you
Was hoping you hear this creative thing I do
maybe sit by theses under sky so blue
If you don't like it  just say stop and I'm through


just words with notes that float on dreams
just words with notes that show the scenes
of loves we lived in between
the the tears lost by all means
just words of notes or so it seems
just words and notes that's all it means
just words and notes
just words and notes
just words and notes

I got this music
 don't want to lose it 
who will choose it 
oh who will choose it

All Rights Reserved by Edwin H. Balder

Thanks to My Band:Hot Cookie

I Got This  Music By Edwin H. Balder

So glad this happened just when I needed a hit!

More Time This Time By Edwin H. Balder

(Verse 1) In the quiet of the night  lost in the vastness of space. 
Time slips through my fingers wondering if I'll ever escape this place
(Pre-Chorus) The waves crash, relentless and wild, Their darkness swallowing all light. 
 ...lost Keys to forgotten treasure, secret buried out of sight
(Chorus) I need more time this time to find any peace, 
To mend the fractures, to let old wounds cease.
 The ocean’s roar echoes my inner plea, 
Guide me back to shores where my soul can be free. 
I need more time this time to find any peace
 the darkness of the waves tears to fill the seas ...
Lay bare ,wide open buried lost keys
I need more time this time to find any peace
I need more time this time to find any peace
(Verse 2) Beneath the moon searching all my vulnerability shown. Yet hope persists that the stars will lead me home.
(Pre-Chorus) The waves crash, relentless and wild, Their darkness swallowing all light. 
 ...lost Keys to forgotten treasure, secrets buried out of sight
(Chorus) I need more time this time to find any peace, 
To mend the fractures, to let old wounds cease.
 The ocean’s roar echoes my inner plea, 
Guide me back to shores where my soul can be free. 
I need more time this time to find any peace
the darkness of the waves tears to fill the seas
Lay bare, wide open buried lost keys
I need more time this time to find any peace
I need more time this time to find any peace
(Bridge) And there, in the sands, a buried truth awaits, 
A map etched in whispers, a tale of lonely fates. 
Lost keys, forgotten promises, a silent plea, 
Will fate lead me home or further out to sea?
(Pre-Chorus) The waves crash, relentless and wild, Their darkness swallowing all light. 
 ...lost Keys to forgotten treasure, secrets buried out of sight
(Chorus) I need more time this time to find any peace, 
To mend the fractures, to let old wounds cease.
 The ocean’s roar echoes my inner plea, 
Guide me back to shores where my soul can be free. 
I need more time this time to find any peace
the darkness of the waves tears to fill the seas
Lay bare, wide open, buried lost keys
I need more time this time to find any peace
 I need more time this time to find any peaceo find any peace

All Rights Reserved By Edwin H. Balder
Thanks to my band :Hot Cookie

More Time This Time By Edwin H. Balder

Well If I had to pick a super power....

Want To Go Back In Time By Edwin H. Balder


I want to stop the clocks
I want to go back... back in time
I was hoping maybe baby
we could go back and find
where it all went wrong
when things seemed to be going fine
I want to stop the clocks
I want to go back... back in time

What has come between us
what's breaking us apart
I never saw it coming
how did it all start
I loved you forever
how did I break your heart

I want to stop the clocks
I want to go back... back in time
I was hoping maybe baby
we could go back and find
where it all went wrong
when things seemed to be going fine
I want to stop the clocks
I want to go back... back in time

nothing seems the same
now that we're through
I wake up every day
and don't know what to do
how do I go on when I
never stopped loving you

I want to stop the clocks
I want to go back... back in time
I was hoping maybe baby
we could go back and find
where it all went wrong
when things seemed to be going fine
I want to stop the clocks
I want to go back... back in time
I want to stop the clocks
I want to go back... back in time

All Rights Reserved by Edwin H. Balder
Thanks to My Band : Hot Cookie

Want To Go Back In Time By Edwin H. Balder

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

Making contact with hope...

Be What You Want To Be by Songwriter by Edwin H. Balder

Pops of color out the window on  my tour days,
when I could drive to gigs forever,
like sunsets painted on my soul,
or secrets whispered in storm-ee weather.
 Nobody can decipher nature’s code,
Or the music path I  endeavor,
Guitar strings strummed on twilight’s road
Where dreams dance like leaves that fall forever

Highways humm with echos 
like melodies from the stage
Notes tonight like fireflies, refusing to arrange,
hopeing applause removes sorrow from each  newday 
you hit the road again......  set up...get ready to play

Beneath the neon glow of roadside signs,
and jukebox heros sing their worn-out lines,
I  try and cure my pain with each shot of  whiskey,
I'd call home but pretty sure nobody is gonna miss me

Play songs of love lost in desert dust,
Of coyote howls and hearts that rust,
as I listen, my guitar against my chest,
In that dim-lit bar, where time took a rest.

Nobody can decipher nature’s code,
Or the music path I  so endeavor,
Guitar strings strummed on twilight’s road
Where dreams danced like leaves that fall forever


Highways humm with echos 
like melodies from the stage
Notes tonight like fireflies, refusing to arrange,
hopeing applause removes sorrow from each  newday 
you hit the road again......  set up...get ready to play

The jukebox spun old country tunes,
And I wondered  where  I was now marooned,
 someplace Between yesterday’s regrets and tomorrow’s  finger nail moon 

Pops of color
along the road of a
sad song symphony,
Where highways lead to no place and you be what you want  to be
My words, my notes, my music....... my music destiny
Where highways lead to no place and you can be what you want  to be

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

Be What You Want To Be by Songwriter 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

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

Gonna Get Old by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

We Lived it...OOOOOOOOOOH Baby!

Our Music Will Always Last By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

(Chorus)
When the future looks to the past
our music will always last
Will always last.
Our Music will always last

 (Verse 1) Were you there for Springsteen at the Square 
Or Joni  Mitchell anywhere
Were you …were you there?
Did you see  Zeppelin or Floyd show
David Bowie  front row  
 Did you have to go?
 Did you see them play
 The Beatles  at Shea
 The Stones in LA
  Hendrix at Monterey
  Did you see them play?

 Did you make the quest
 to see Dwaine and Dickey Betts
 8 hour Dead fests
 Even Sinatra’s final sets
Did you make the quest?

(Chorus)
When the future looks to the past
our music will always last
Will always last.
Our Music will always last

(verse 2)What would life mean?
 If you missed Queen
  Airplane,  eagles or Santana’s seen    Never heard Yellow submarine
What would  life mean?
 
  So you saved up all your cash
 To see Crosby stills and Nash
 Even if  Woodstock was just a flash   The Who were a total bash  
Oh Yea...Dylan , Seeger, The Clash
 and Janis holding mass  

(Chorus)
When the future looks to the past
our music will always last
Will always last.
Our Music will always last  

(Bridge )music beyond grand
 we tripped across this land
If you were there ....
you understand

(verse 3) Elvis Presley
Paul Simon
Seger’s Bullet Band   
Elton or Billy on Baby Grand
Journey or U2 taking a stand
 music beyond grand
 we tripped across this land
If you were there ....
you understand

(Chorus)
When the future looks to the past
our music will always last
Will always last.
Our Music will always last 
 will always last

Link to more of my 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



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

Our Music Will Always Last 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

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

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



All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
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.....

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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?

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Goodmoring...So ...today another cold day on Hell...
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"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

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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


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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 Blame the Band An Open Source Cover 4U
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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They Blame the Band by The Indivisibles

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

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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 Blame the Band by The Indivisibles

Edwin Balder