La communauté LZMP ( https://on.soundcloud.com/fflHyLU2gtC3HESqPS ) lance des défis une fois par mois, en ce mois de juillet 2025, il s'agit de finir un titre. Ce travail de réorchestration a été réalisé en Novembre 2023, Ce défi a été l'occasion de la finaliser et de l'éditer.
The LZMP community launches creative challenges once a month, and for July 2025, the theme is to finish a track.
This reorchestration work was originally started in November 2023. The challenge was the perfect opportunity to complete and publish it.
This is the original version of the track: https://on.soundcloud.com/sIh8Ynf2psEaeOJlsq

Mary Jane (Re-Worked) Défi LZMP

The vocals and the song lyrics were created by: J J Samuel

Music and production by: J J Samuel

#Pop #PopRock #Electronic #Indie-Rock #PostPunk

A.D.H.D

I found the sleeve with Sam Cooke’s face 

Wonderful World in a paper case 

The needle crackled like a voice from home 

That record spun like a prayer alone 

Then Aretha called from a faded sleeve 

Respect was worn but it still believed 

I held the vinyl like a sacred scroll 

That soul was fire that soul was gold 

Boxes stacked like memory towers 

Dust and dreams and listening hours 

Every groove a fingerprint 

Of who we were and what we meant 

It was the trip 

The one that music takes you on 

From the first note to the break of dawn 

It was the trip 

The one that never leaves your bones 

Even when the store is gone 

Stevie’s Songs in the Key of Life 

Played like thunder in the quiet night 

Earth Wind and Fire lit the room 

With September dancing through the gloom 

Prince in purple Michael in light 

Whitney’s voice like a satellite 

It was the trip 

The one that music takes you on 

From the first note to the break of dawn 

It was the trip 

The one that never leaves your bones 

Even when the store is gone 

Alicia’s keys Adele’s cry 

Amy’s soul Beyoncé’s rise 

Vinyl ghosts in cardboard skies 

It lives in crates and hearts and air 

It plays in silence everywhere 

It was the trip 

The one that music takes you on 

From the first note to the break of dawn 

It was the trip 

The one that never leaves your bones 

Even when the store is gone 

I still hear Sam 

I still hear Aretha 

I still hear Stevie 

I still hear Prince 

I still hear me 

every spin In every trip...In every record store trip .in every groove the music ..Just ..fit 

All rights held by the songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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Trip to the record store

Never Look Away

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Nido d’amore
Quante volte abbiamo riso
E quante volte abbiamo pianto
E affidato le nostre parole al vento
Come melodia in disincanto

Ma ci siamo sempre ritrovati noi
Quasi come fosse  un sogno
Quasi fosse un segno

Nel nostro nido d’amore 
una soffice  nuvola sopra il mondo
Nel nostro nido d’amore
Toccando il cuore nel profondo 
Nel nostro nido d’amore 
Nido d’amore 
Nido d’amore 

E vedo sempre felice il tuo sorriso
Sei  come una goccia di pioggia che rinfresca il  viso
Sento il tuo profumo il tuo odore che circonda 
Come un abbraccio d’amore come un onda
Che mi solleva in alto e poi mi affonda
E batte forte forte forte forte forte il cuore

Nel nostro nido d’amore 
Una soffice nuvola sopra il mondo
Nel nostro nido d’amore
Toccando il cuore nel profondo 
Nel nostro nido d’amore 
Nido d’amore 
Nido d’amore 

Penso a te costantemente a te Anche se a volte sei lontana ma incredibilmente vicina
Sei il mio primo pensiero della mattina
E durante il giorno é piacevole pensare la tua compagnia
E aspetto sempre il nostro momento per volare 
Volare via 

Nel nostro nido d’amore 
Una soffice nuvola sopra il mondo
Nel nostro nido d’amore
Toccando il cuore nel profondo 
Nel nostro nido d’amore 
Nido d’amore 
Nido d’amore

nido d’amore

All By Myself is a playful pop-funk anthem celebrating independence and self-love. With cheeky lyrics, groovy rhythms, and a confident male vocal, it turns solitude into empowerment. The song embraces freedom, joy, and living without pressure, creating a light-hearted, catchy vibe that feels both modern and uplifting—a true self-love anthem.

The point is - you are good enough as you are.

All by myself

My Auntie lost her husband of over 60 years; she wanted me to write a Doo-Wop song for her...I said what do you want to call it? She said, "You're My Guy". 

[Verse 1]
In the Houston heat where the sun don't quit
You're my cool breeze my shady spot to sit
A good many try but none can compare
You're the song in my heart the wind in my hair

[Chorus]
You're my guy my favorite line
The melody I play on repeat every time
My favorite pastime my sweetest tune
With you every day feels brand new

[Verse 2]
Dusty boots and a wide Texas sky
You’re the reason I laugh the reason I smile
The clock spins slow but with you it flies
You’re my sunset glow my firework skies

[Chorus]
You're my guy my favorite line
The melody I play on repeat every time
My favorite pastime my sweetest tune
With you every day feels brand new

[Bridge]
If life’s a rodeo you’re my eight-second ride
If love’s a journey you’re my passenger side
You’re the song I hum when the world gets loud
My Texas star shining bright in the crowd

[Chorus]
You're my guy my favorite line
The melody I play on repeat every time
My favorite pastime my sweetest tune
With you every day feels brand new

You're My Guy

you don't have to say a thing

This was recorded and completed back in December 2022 so three years old soon. 
Lyrical a song made up of my complete imagination that is never a reality or ever will be.
The original Robin Hood as long gone and now lives forever up in the clouds of the afterlife.
He used to steal from the rich to give to the poor now he as a new assignment to stop people being used in love and taken for their feelings & wealth.Stopping the gold diggers and scammers.
He checks his accounts finds his assignment and lands in a seedy bar as bait to rip out her heart so she never loves anyone and they never love her. 
Where does it all come from, I have no idea but real life can be dull at times. So a little imagination helps to make it interesting.
Conscience Of Kings gives you ……..
🖤
Robin Hood Of Romance 

V1
Leaning on the bar minding my own business 
Over she strolls she  anit seeking no forgiveness 
She  said I will have a G&T cause that’s my drink
Looks me straight in the eye with a cheeky little wink 
I’m sorry I’m is invested in my Maid Marion 
She looked a little confuse like I been drinking 

Chorus 
Hello I’m the new Robin Hood 
of the romance x2
I’m going to steal your heart 
And tear it right in half
And make you understand  
love is not some kind of  cheap demand


V2
You don’t know me but you know who you are 
You broke the hearts of many in this fragile bar 
I’ve been waiting here for you to a arrive 
Sent to you  to avoid another Swan dive 
You puncher the lungs and suck the air right out
Tonight it ends cause I’m assigned to your account

Chorus 
Hello I’m the new Robin Hood 
of the romance x2
I’m going to steal your heart 
And tear it right in half
And make you understand  
love is not some kind of cheap demand


Outro

The cost of everything  the value of nothing x2

Hello I’m the new Robin Hood of Romance x2
The cost of everything  the value of nothing x2
Hello I’m the new Robin Hood of Romance

Robin Hood Of Romance ~ Conscience Of Kings

No Crown, No Gold

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

Trip to the record store

Edwin Balder

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