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

Dive into the soul-stirring melodies of Edwin H. Balder's "Best Of" playlist—a treasure trove of heartfelt storytelling and musical brilliance. From the poignant lyrics of "Be What You Want To Be" to the tender harmonies of "All These Lies ", each track is a testament to Balder's unparalleled artistry. His compilation, available on platforms like SoundCloud and YouTube, showcases a lifetime of songwriting mastery, blending Americana, folk, and contemporary vibes. Whether you're seeking solace, inspiration, or simply a musical escape, Edwin H. Balder's "Best Of" playlist promises to resonate deeply with every listener. Ready to immerse yourself in this auditory journey?

The Best of Songwriter Edwin H. Balder Vol:1

"Too Hip For The Room" is a sonic journey through the untamed creativity of songwriter Edwin H. Balder. These tracks defy the boundaries of conventional sound, weaving together melodies that challenge the norms of structured reality. It's the wavelength of wonder you didn’t know you needed—perfect for igniting your own originality. Immerse yourself in a world unbound and profound, where every note dares you to dream differently.

Too Hip For The Room By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

LATEST ENGLiSH SONGS 2025 💫5️⃣4️⃣💫

These songs come from years spent behind the scenes—working the stage, tuning the sound, watching stories unfold in places that didn’t yet call themselves country bars. I wasn’t chasing spotlight. I was listening. Learning. Writing. We’re In It Now is the title track, but every song here carries a piece of that journey. I wrote them for anyone who’s ever felt the truth in a lyric or the weight in a chord. If you find yourself singing back to a line, or sitting quiet with a verse—well, that’s all a songwriter ever hopes for. I’m grateful you’re here. These songs are yours now, too.

We're In It Now Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Top 15

Musicians With Visions

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

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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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Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
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Hey Clown by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

This lyrical composition is a vibrant celebration of enchantment, connection, and the dazzling allure of a captivating mind. The verses create an almost ethereal imagery, blending themes of magic, romance, and boundless creativity. The repeated metaphors, such as "her mind's a dazzling treasure" and "a place of infinite pleasure," establish the subject as a source of wonder and inspiration.

The structure, with its use of repetition like "high, high, high, high" and "chase, chase, chase, chase," conveys a sense of urgency and euphoria, mirroring the whirlwind emotions of falling under someone's spell. The interplay of rhythmic cadences and vivid imagery evokes both the exhilaration of love and the sense of being swept away in a dream-like state.

The chorus lines "Together, we ignite" and "Let love decide" encapsulate the transformative power of love and connection, suggesting a narrative of mutual elevation and adventure. Overall, the lyrics beautifully balance poetic expressions with an energetic, uplifting tone, making it well-suited for a dynamic, heartfelt pop or dance track.

Her Mind is Like a Magic Chest

Room to ....room
No One Sleeping Here Tonight by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
(oooooo Yeaaaa)
No sleeping here tonight,
Baby, that's so alright.
Come together, hold me tight,
No one sleeping here tonight
(oooooo Yeaaaa)....

[ instrumental hook]

[Verse]
Midnight whispers, got the city on hush,
Candles flicker, heatin' up, no rush.
Electric vibes, tension in the air,
Your touch like fire, pullin' me near.
[ instrumental hook]
[Verse 2]
Velvet shadows, moonlight on your skin,
Undress the silence, let the night begin.
Heartbeat syncopated, rhythm so divine,
Two bodies swayin', lost in time

[Chorus](oooooo Yeaaaa)
No sleeping here tonight,
Baby, that's so alright.
Come together, hold me tight,
No one sleeping here tonight
(oooooo Yeaaaa)
Night fades away but our love still on  fire
Every touch, just builds our desire
keep it burning, let the fire stay bright
No one sleeping here tonight
(oooooo Yeaaaa)
No one sleeping here tonight
 [instrumental hook]
[Verse 3]
Sip of that wine, taste your lips, so sweet,
Every moment's magic, when our souls meet.
Gaze like a spell, got me hypnotized,
Forget the world, we're..... mesmerized....(.mesmerized.)....mesmerized.....

[Bridge]
Intimate secrets whisper
(whisper ) whisper  ( wisper).....
 (Kiss me)...kiss me....(kiss... me)....

[instrumental dance power solo]

[Verse 4]
Love's a journey, never-ending ride,
no more  feeling, I'm lost inside.
just our melody, chords only ours
In your arms, under the stars....

[Chorus](oooooo Yeaaaa)
No sleeping here tonight,
Baby, that's so alright.
Come together, hold me tight,
No one sleeping here tonight
(oooooo Yeaaaa)
Night fades away but our love still on  fire
Every touch, just builds our desire
keep it burning, let the fire stay bright
No one sleeping here tonight
(oooooo Yeaaaa)
No one sleeping here tonight

Link to the best of our 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

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No One Sleeping Here Tonight by E H..B

This song and others you will find on the "Too Hip For The Room Playlist' are songs I loved but others felt were too outside the mainstream to move to the release stage. Well I saw The Boss was releasing old tracks so why not me. Each song in this collection is loved by the songwriter but so often that is not enough/ Be Well /Do well /Stay safe and know I love you all...EdAll rights reserved by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder(Lyric sheet available on request- Thanks to all the studio players)

Wreckage-By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Fix It by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Ain't That Kind of Show by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Museum Of Shadows by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

What A Time It Was by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

I still have the photo...
Date Night 1969 By Edwin H. Balder
The quarter’s spinning in my palm,
just enough for coffee or a song.
I worked all summer fixing bikes,
saving up for just one night.
The jukebox hums, the neon fades,
but tonight’s the only bet I’ve made.
Every dollar spent, every hour dreamed,
for a chance to prove she’s more than a dream.
It’s worth every penny, worth every try,
for one perfect moment, under a dim-lit sky.
If laughter is golden, and love is free,
then tonight, I’ll spend what’s left of me.
I rehearsed the words a hundred times,
but nothing sounds right when her eyes meet mine.
She’s always been the light I chase,
always been the home in this restless place.
The waitress winks, the band plays slow,
but all I hear is her heartbeat glow.
Every mile walked, every tear unshed,
for the one I’ve loved since we were kids.
It’s worth every penny, worth every try,
for one perfect moment, under a dim-lit sky.
If laughter is golden, and love is free,
then tonight, I’ll spend what’s left of me.
The car door swings, she steps inside,
the headlights tracing country miles.
The radio hums, I take her hand,
every beat feels like a new life planned.
She turns to me, the silence weighs,
but some stories end in a lover’s gaze...
Did she kiss me? Did the stars align?
Did my breath escape, or did we cross that line?
It’s worth every penny, worth every prayer,
for the way she lingers in the midnight air.

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Date Night 1969 By Edwin H. Balder

Viva by American K-POP BOYS
All Rights Held by Edwin H. Balder
Started from nothing, pequeño in the barrio
Dreams bigger than the block, corazón full of fuego
Mama said "mijo, reach for the stars"
Papa worked two jobs, showed me how far
(How far we can go)
Seventeen with a guitar, singing on the corner
Every rejection made me stronger
Now you see me rising up
From the ground to the top
Esta es mi historia
(This is my story)
Dale, let me tell you how
This is the life of a dreamer
From the streets to the stage, sí señor
Dancing through the pain and the fever
Esta es mi vida, this is my vida
(Mi vida, mi vida)
Every step that I take
Every move that I make
This is the life of a dreamer
Esta es mi vida, mi vida
Twenty-one in the studio, grinding every night
Learning every language, harmony so tight
Seoul to San Juan, taking every flight
Four voices as one, reaching new heights
(We rise up together)
Critics said we'd never make it
But our passion couldn't fake it
Now you see us rising up
From the ground to the top
Esta es nuestra historia
(This is our story)
Dale, let us show you how
This is the life of a dreamer
From the streets to the stage, sí señor
Dancing through the pain and the fever
Esta es mi vida, this is my vida
(Mi vida, mi vida)
Every step that I take
Every move that I make
This is the life of a dreamer
Esta es mi vida, mi vida
Started with a vision, now we're living it
Every scar and every tear was worth it
From the barrio to the world stage
Every page of my story, every age
(Tell them who we are)
Late nights, bright lights, we earned this
Stage fright, but we learned this
Four brothers, one dream, we burned this
Into our souls, now the whole world heard this
You see the glamour, but you don't see the grind
You see the success, but you don't see the climb
This is my testimony, this is my time
From nothing to something, one note at a time
This is the life of a dreamer
From the streets to the stage, sí señor
Dancing through the pain and the fever
Esta es mi vida, this is my vida
(Mi vida, mi vida, mi vida)
Every step that I take
Every move that I make
This is the life of a dreamer
Esta es mi vida, mi vida
(This is my life, my life)
From the barrio to the stars
Esta es mi vida, mi vida
(This is who we are)
Mi historia, mi vida
(My story, my life)
Esta es mi vida


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Viva by American K-POP BOYS

Star of the Universe came out of an old poem I wrote years ago. One of my favorite poems ever. Now finally put to music. This version is without drums. We will record another version of this song with drums soon. My keyboardist Tim wrote the chords and is singing in his vocoder. Allan Barton is on guitar. 




Created with Dolby On

I'll Be There (Remastered)

Ballad of Gratitude / Tribute to Fallen Artists
You hold the pen 🌹You tune the room
I heard a voice in the static hum
A chord that shook where I come from
It wasn’t new, but it felt brand new
Like a ghost that still sings true
They’re not on stage, not in the light
But they show up when the mix feels right
In the echo, in the vinyl hiss
In the silence I almost miss
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord…
They’re gone but not too far
Still riding shotgun in my car
Still humming low in every bar
They burned so bright, they left a scar
And I still learn from the last star
I felt them once in a hotel room
When the melody cut through the gloom
A line I wrote, but it wasn’t mine
It came from somewhere past the line
They don’t need names, they don’t need praise
They live in chords and smoky haze
In every take, in every try
They’re the reason I still cry
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord…
They’re gone but not too far
Still riding shotgun in my car
Still humming low in every bar
They burned so bright, they left a scar
And I still learn from the last star
Some left young, some left old
Some left stories never told
But when I sing, I feel them near
Like they’re whispering in my ear
So if you hear me late at night
Singing soft beneath the light
Know I’m not alone in that refrain
I’m just calling out their name
Oh Lord, oh Lord, oh Lord…
Let me shine where they once stood
Let me carry what they could
And if I fall, let it be known
I sang with stars… before I was gone


All rights held by the songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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Wait for Me

Home Within

Sand

I hit every note like a prayer in the dark
Got a voice that could echo through Central Park
But they scroll past me, eyes glazed and numb
'Cause I don’t flash thighs or chew bubblegum
Dropped a countdown, poured out my soul
Posted the teaser, watched it take no toll
No vinyl orders, no CD spins
Just “you’d chart if you showed more skin”
They say “girl, you need a brand, not a ballad”
“Get a stylist, not a stanza—make it valid”
But I’m not here to pose, I’m here to bleed
And I won’t trade truth for a viral feed
I sing like heaven, but I sell like hell
Got truth in my tone, but no thirst to compel
They want a backbend, not a backstory
I’m a diamond in a world that rewards purgatory
I sing like heaven, but I sell like hell
She’s got the angles, the gloss, the glare
I’ve got the scars, the grit, the prayer
But they stream cleavage, not confession
She’s trending in flesh, I’m stuck in expression
I saw her cover—just hips and haze
No liner notes, no soul, just praise
They called it “iconic,” they called it “hot”
But not once did they mention the song she forgot
I sing like heaven, but I sell like hell
Got truth in my tone, but no thirst to compel
They want a waistline, not a lifeline
I’m a diamond in a world that wants rhinestones to shine
I sing like heaven, but I sell like hell
[intense musical solo]
They quote her tweets, not her lyrics
They stream her looks, not her spirit
She’s got the fame, the filters, the flair
But I’ve got the ache, the art, the air
I read the books, she read the room
I wrote the verses, she posed in perfume
They gave her Grammys, gave me “next time”
But I’d rather be timeless than trend on a dime
Maybe one day they’ll hear the ache
In every breath I didn’t fake
But until then, I’ll write my name
In melodies they can’t reclaim
 I sing like heaven, but I sell like hell
Got stories to tell, and I sing them well
They want a body, I bring a soul
But I’ll keep singing till I’m whole
I sing like heaven… even if I sell like hell
"They buy what they see first—skin before sound.
But I’m not some dessert to dress up and serve.
I’m the meal you crave when you’re starving for truth.
I never lie, I never pose.
Still, I wish my chest was fuller, my hips more round—
So maybe then, you’d finally hear my sound.

🌹Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. 

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Sing Like Heaven, Sell Like Hell🌹Tina Talone🌹

This song is about not knowing what's wrong, only that you are the one to blame for it, why, you dont know that either, only that you are, and that's final.

So this one is for each and everyone out there who has been wrongfully accused and has been seeking reasons and understanding in this matter.

If you lived life to the fullest, you know the meaning of having one knee down and getting up at nine.

For all you wonderers out there, this ones för you guys. If you go look for this track or otherones, you will find them on #Spotify #Apple and Youtube as well, so it would be great if you could befriend me there as well. 

I have used old effects to create a certain kind of sound that is still clear but also rich with the core sound from the guitar.

The guitar brands I've used is a Squier Telecaster (heavily modified) an Epiphone SG (built in Korea) and a Yamaha SG 200 from 1985.

I love these old japanese guitars, the old Chibsons we're great as well. Really well built and so much potential if you wanted to modify them!

So hope you enjoy this track and all the others I have upploaded to #soundcloud 

Brand New Day - Like A Train In Vain

#auroranight #chillout #chillstep 
🎧 Aurora Night - Empty Frame

♬ Stream / Download : https://ffm.to/empty_frame
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♬ Spotify Discography : https://spoti.fi/3MWKOCx


Lyrics :
There's nothing left to say
Nothing you could do
There is no other way
When it comes to the truth

So keep moving on 
You know you'll make it through
I've suffered I'm done
Waiting here for you

Waiting for you 
Waiting for you
I'm done waiting for you
Waiting for you

Waiting for you
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
I'm done waiting here for you





"Empty Frame" is a deeply atmospheric chillout piece that blends lush, ambient textures with a  emotive flow. The track envelops the listener in a dreamy soundscape, where airy pads and subtle rhythms create a sense of space and introspection. A fragile yet haunting vocal line floats delicately above the instrumental, adding warmth and emotion while enhancing the track's ethereal atmosphere. It's a musical journey that feels both intimate and expansive — like staring into an empty frame that slowly fills with hidden memories and unspoken feelings.

With much love,
Aurora Night.





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♬ Social Media - https://ffm.bio/aurora_night

Aurora Night - Empty Frame

Not Today

Fier et Libre  - BOUKHA Paris

They say I’m trouble, say I’m loud  
Say I’m drunk and too damn proud  
But I just call it living strong  
‘Cause I ain’t done nothing wrong  
I cussed out a preacher in Abilene  
Tried to kiss his wife behind the screen  
Got banned from the Opry, twice last year  
But I still sell out and drink free beer  
They write me off, they write me songs  
But I ain’t done nothing wrong  
I ain’t done nothing wrong, just lived a little loud  
Got a fistful of stories and a fanbase crowd  
Yeah, I’ve said dumb things and I’ve swung too wide  
But I’ve never once faked what’s inside  
So pour me a shot and sing along  
I ain’t done nothing wrong  
Bar fights, bad tweets, motel sins  
I’ve lost some teeth and a few good friends  
But I still got my boots and my guitar  
And a heart that’s dumb but shoots for stars  
From dusty roads to neon lights  
I’ve chased dreams and endless nights  
Gambled hearts on the edge of town  
But I won't be the one to slow down  
Saw the sun rise on too many days  
And danced through life's winding maze  
I ain’t your hero, I ain’t your saint  
I’m just the paint on a honky-tonk complaint  
I mess up big, I love too hard  
But I never lied in a country bar  
I ain’t done nothing wrong, just lived a little loud  
Got a fistful of stories and a fanbase crowd  
Yeah, I’ve burned some bridges and I’ve kissed the flame  
But I’d do it all again the same  
So pour me a shot and sing along  
I ain’t done nothing wrong  
So if you see me stumbling through your town  
Just know I’m the fool who won’t stay down  
With a guitar in hand, I'll carry on  
I ain’t done nothing wrong  
Just wrote it all into song  nothing wrong
(nothing wrong)nothing wrong...Just wrote.. it.. all... into song

Link to best of our 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 Del and the Team
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They Say I’m Trouble

Waking up in London, rain on the glass
Big Ben ticking like a heart from the past
The kettle hums, the city sighs
And I see your shadow in the sunrise
I walk past memories dressed in stone
Every street feels like a song I’ve known
Abbey Road and Camden nights
Piccadilly dreams in neon lights
You were Mod, I was mystery
Wrapped in scarves and history
Waking up in London, I still see
The version of you that loved me
Waking up in London.
Waking up in London
We danced through Soho, laughed in Hyde Park
Shared secrets under the London Eye’s arc
Harrods windows, Notting Hill rain
You kissed me once on the Bakerloo train
Now I walk alone through echoes sweet
Where every corner holds your heartbeat
Abbey Road and Camden nights
Piccadilly dreams in neon lights
You were Mod, I was mystery
Wrapped in scarves and history
Waking up in London, I still see
The version of you that loved me
Waking up in London.
Waking up in London
I thought we’d be forever, like the Thames and tide
But even bridges break when hearts collide
Still I carry you in every view
From Trafalgar Square to Waterloo
Abbey Road and Camden nights
Piccadilly dreams in neon lights
You were Mod, I was mystery
Wrapped in scarves and history
Waking up in London, I still see
The version of you that loved me
Waking up in London, tea gone cold
But your warmth is something I still hold
Waking up in London...Waking up in London...Waking up in London

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Waking Up in London By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Happy song about hungry Jungle Cat Girls.

Dance Jungle

Thinking of You

🌹We weren’t born brothers.
But if I fall, .....they’ll catch me. (catch me)
If I cry, they’ll hear it.(hear it)
If I die, they’ll carry me home. (carry me home)
carry me home
We weren’t born brothers
But we’re closer than others
We’ve held each other through the worst
Through broken bones and unpaid thirst
fought, we’ve laughed, we’ve bled, we’ve healed
kept our word when life concealed
 buried dreams, we’ve raised the dead
said the things no one else said
built our lives on borrowed land
worked with calloused, open hands
hauled the weight that others dropped
kept the beat when music stopped
 stood in courtrooms, stood in bars
 patched each other’s faded scars
 been the voice when one went mute
We’ve been the steel beneath the suit
Closer than blood
Not by birth, but by bond
Not by name, but by need
Not by law, but by creed
We didn’t choose it—we earned it
We didn’t speak it—we turned it
Into something that never breaks
Even when the ..whole ..dam.. world ..shakes...
 watched each other lose it all
 answered every midnight call
held the line when no one came
 taken hits without the fame
 shared the silence, shared the fight
 made it through the darkest night
been the anchor, been the flame
We’ve never asked, we’ve never blamed
One of us lost his job (none of us walked away)
One of us lost his girl (none of us walked away)
One of us lost his mind (none of us walked away)
 none of us walked away (none of us walked away)
We stayed
We stayed
Because ...that’s what ...brothers do
Even when the world ...forgets about you
 weren’t born brothers
But we’re closer than others
 got no medals, got no fame
But we’ve got stories in our name
got a table, got a song
We’ve got a place where we belong
 got a pact that time can’t steal
 got a love that’s raw and real
Closer than blood
Not by birth, but by bond
Not by name, but by need
Not by law, but by creed
We didn’t choose it—we earned it
We didn’t speak it—we turned it
We weren’t born brothers.
We weren’t born brothers.
But if I fall, .....they’ll catch me. (catch me)
If I cry, they’ll hear it.(hear it)
If I die, they’ll carry me home. (carry me home)
carry me home
That’s closer than blood.
That’s everything.
We weren’t born brothers
But we’re closer than others
brothers brothers brothers
something that never breaks
Even when the whole world shakes
brothers brothers brothers
We weren’t born brothers.
But if I fall, .....they’ll catch me. (catch me)
If I cry, they’ll hear it.(hear it)
If I die, they’ll carry me home. (carry me home)
carry me home. (carry me home )brothers brothers
carry... me.... home(brothers brothers)

Link to best of our 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 Del and the Team
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Closer Than Blood written by Edwin H. Balder

Been a long, lonely while
Since I’ve seen that smile
The one I used to come home to
Each day before we lost our way
And suddenly, there you are
Getting out of your car
And I’m just standing here
Wondering how I let you go
So, so, so long ago
You looked at me like time stood still
Like the years hadn’t had their fill
Of all the things we didn’t say
Of all the nights we gave away
I felt the wind, I felt the ache
I felt the ground begin to shake
And all I wanted was to know
If you still think of me
From so long ago
So long ago
But I still feel it you know
Like a summer wind
Through the things we didn’t mend
So long ago
But I still what to know
do you ever think of me
and the way we used to be 
so long ago   oooooh
so long..ago
I remember your laugh in the kitchen light
I remember your tears when we used to fight
I remember the way you’d hum that tune
And how we’d dance beneath the moon
I remember the way you’d say my name
Like it was safe, like it was flame
And now you’re here, and I’m undone
By everything we could’ve won
You said, “I wasn’t sure I’d stop”
I said, “I wasn’t sure I’d drop”
But here we are, on this old street
Where memory and silence meet
I’m not asking for a vow
Just wondering if you feel it now
That maybe time was just a thief
That maybe love still hides beneath
So long ago
But I still feel it you know
Like a summer wind
Through the things we didn’t mend
So long ago
But I still what to know
do you ever think of me
and the way we used to be 
so long ago   oooooh
so long..ago
I never stopped loving you
I just stopped saying it
And maybe that’s the same thing
Or maybe it’s the reason
We’re standing here
So long ago
So long ago
So long ago…
So long ago
But I still feel it you know
Like a summer wind
Through the things we didn’t mend
So long ago
But I still what to know
do you ever think of me
and the way we used to be 
so long ago   oooooh
so long..ago


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So Long Ago written by Edwin H. Balder

I watched myself play an old man’s tune
In a bar that smelled like dust and June
The walls were cracked, the lights hung low
The jukebox dead, the clock too slow
My fingers knew what time forgot
Each string a scar, each fret a thought
The stool was crooked, the mic was shy
But I sang like truth was passing by
He sat alone, that man I knew
Long white hair and a soul gone blue
His guitar spoke in broken tones
Of lovers lost and unpaid loans
He didn’t smile, he didn’t cry
Just let the chords drift up and die
And in that hush, I saw myself
Not chasing fame, just chasing help
The last chord played still echoes loud
In every heart that’s faced a crowd
Of empty chairs and silent walls
Of dreams that rise and then they fall
The last chord played, it stays, it stays
In smoky bars and yesterday’s
It’s not the fame, it’s not the stage
It’s what you sing when you’ve turned the page
I saw my youth in him that night
A boy with fire, a man with fight
We shared a song, we shared a breath
We played like love could cheat on death
No one clapped, no one knew
But something old became brand new
And when I left, I took his sound
A melody that won’t back down
It’s not the notes, it’s not the rhyme
It’s how you bleed across the time
It’s how you hold what can’t be held
How you sing what can’t be spelled
It’s how you play when no one stays
How you live through your own phrase
It’s how you hum when hope feels gone
It’s how you keep the music on
The last chord played still echoes loud
In every heart that’s faced a crowd
Of empty chairs and silent walls
Of dreams that rise and then they fall
The last chord played, it stays, it stays
In smoky bars and yesterday’s
It’s not the fame, it’s not the stage
It’s what you sing when you’ve turned the page
The last chord played… the last chord played…
Still echoes loud… still echoes loud…
The last chord played… the last chord played…
Is how I stayed… is how I stayed…

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Last Cord Played by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

  the man they overlook  (they overlook )
  the verse they never took  ( they never took)
 the line that still rings true  (the line that still rings true)  
 the rust that sings for you
  the break that didn’t bend
 the start that won’t pretend
 Friday, cracked and raw
 the dream they never saw
the dream they never saw
the dream they never saw
[Verse 1 two acoutic guitar oly with vocal]
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
That’s my Friday—not so far
Steel-toed boots kicked off by the door
 hum a tune I’ve sung before
The drywall dust still clings to my skin
But I play like I was born to win
 paycheck’s spent,  fridge is bare
But I’ve got rhythm, I’ve got clean air
I work the line from dawn to dusk
I lift, I haul, I breathe the rust
I clock in dreams and clock out pain
I write my verses in the rain
They say Nashville’s just a myth
But I’ve got chords that 's gonna hit
I’ve got a voice that won’t lay low
I’ve got a fire they’ll never know
My truck’s got dents, my roof leaks slow
But I’ve got songs that still can grow
I play for dogs, for stars, for ghosts
For every dream that hurts the most
I strum like time forgot my name
I sing like loss deserves acclaim
I drink to hope, I toast to scars
I chase the sound beneath the bars
I’ve sent demos, I’ve prayed to tape
I’ve carved my truth in every scrape
I’ve played for crowds of just one chair
I’ve felt the silence, felt the stare
But I keep going, keep the beat
I write in sweat, I rhyme in heat
I know the odds, I know the game
But I still play, I still proclaim
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
That’s my Friday—not so far
 that won’t sit still I’ve got a dream that won’t sit still
voice that bends the will I’ve got a voice that bends the will
heart that won’t back down I’ve got a heart that won’t back down
I’ve got a sound that owns this town
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
That’s my Friday—not so far That’s my Friday That’s my Friday
That’s my Friday—not so far
 the man they overlook  (they overlook )
  the verse they never took  ( they never took)
 the line that still rings true  (the line that still rings true)  
 the rust that sings for you
  the break that didn’t bend
 the start that won’t pretend
 Friday, cracked and raw
 dream they never saw
 dream they never saw
the dream they never saw
dream they never saw
dream they never saw
[Verse 3 full band going at it full speed]
play this song ‘til fingers bleed
give this town what it don’t need
sing for those who never tried
For every soul that’s been denied
 ride this chord to where it ends
write for strangers, write for friends
play for Nashville, play for me
play for who ..I’m ..meant..... to be.....
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
That’s my Friday
 that won’t sit still I’ve got a dream that won’t sit still
voice that bends the will ....I’ve got a voice that bends the will
heart that won’t back down....... I’ve got a heart that won’t back down
I’ve got a sound that should own this town
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
That’s my Friday—That’s my Friday That’s my Friday
That’s my Friday… 
That’s my Friday… …
Six-pack and a song… 
 still playing… …Six-pack.... ..... a song......  old guitar
Six a song… 
 … …Six-pack.... .... a song......  old guitar

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Six-pack and a song on my old guitar That’s My Friday

"The Sixth Stone" (Alice in Chains - Nutshell)

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

Waking Up in London By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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