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

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

Between then and now, I’ve walked that line,
Every beat a memory, every word a sign.
True that, I’ve stumbled, true that, I’ve grown,
But the rhythm reminds me I’m never alone.
I see the shadows of our yesterday,
Echoes of the love that slipped away.
Every streetlight flickers, calling me back,
But I’m chasing forward, no time to track.
True that, I’ve been broken,
True that, I’ve been scarred.
But the music keeps me open,
And it’s healing every part.
Between then and now, I’m finding my sound,
Dancing through the fire, I won’t be bound.
Between then and now, I’m stronger somehow,
True that, I’m alive — and I’m living it loud.
I hear the whispers of the nights we knew,
Every promise faded, but the rhythm’s true.
The skyline glows with a brand-new start,
I’m remixing pain into works of art.
True that, I’ve been waiting,
True that, I’ve been lost.
But the beat keeps elevating,
And I’ll pay whatever cost.
Between then and now, I’m finding my sound,
Dancing through the fire, I won’t be bound.
Between then and now, I’m stronger somehow,
True that, I’m alive — and I’m living it loud.
I see reflections in the midnight glass,
Every broken moment, every time I passed.
But the rhythm tells me I’m not defined,
By the weight of sorrow I left behind.
True that, I’ve been learning,
True that, I’ve been torn.
But the music keeps returning,
And I’m finally reborn.
Between then and now, I’m finding my sound,
Dancing through the fire, I won’t be bound.
Between then and now, I’m stronger somehow,
True that, I’m alive — and I’m living it loud.
Yeah, I came from the silence, now I’m breaking the chains,
Every scar I carried turned to fuel in my veins.
Between then and now, it’s a war I survived,
Every lyric I spit is the proof I’m alive.
True that, I’ve been doubted, true that, I’ve been bruised,
But the rhythm’s my weapon, and the beat’s my muse.
I respect the craft, I respect the grind,
Building something lasting, leaving echoes behind.
From the mountain to the city, from the dark to the stage,
Every moment I’ve lived is a line on the page.
Between then and now, I’m not backing down,
I’m a king in the rhythm, I wear the crown.
Between then and now, I’ve found my way,
True that, tomorrow’s another day.
Between then and now, I’ll dance through the pain,
True that, the music will always remain.

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

Then & Now  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

Then & Now by WHY🎧 SPACE

Edwin Balder