"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

Lyrics :
I’ve seen dead people in front of my eyes
Searching for a high that couldn’t provide
A lifetime of a lifetime
Now who am I?
To tell you what to do and not do
Well I’m just a guy
I’m only 19, but I’ve seen things that no one should see
Body laid out pale
Dead from an OD
Willing to die for something that’s gone be temporary
Searching for a high that’s gonna be unnecessary
Soon as it’s over
And you forget what happened
10 minutes of being sober and then you right back at it
You say you not an addict
They say I should stick to rappin
But I've seen too many people die
And I finally had it
I’m tired of seeing people I love
Getting caught up on drugs
Not knowing when to say enough is enough
I’m tired of all the pain
I’m tired of all the sorrow
I’m tired of not knowing if I’ll see people tomorrow
Or they’ll
Be gone because they want to live reckless
Thinking that the drugs are gonna make them be stressless
But when the high is over
Life becomes real again
The feelings that they had before they gonna start to feel again
So they popping on them pills again
In an attempt to never feel again
They thinking that it’s healing them
But in reality it’s killing them

I don’t want to throw my life away
I don’t want to see you die today
I don’t want to throw it all away (yeah)
I don’t want to throw my life away
I don’t want to see you die today
Don't want you to throw it all away (yeah)

Why we gotta separate so soon?
Because you thought the drugs would heal your internal wounds
Living life on the edge like your body would be immune
To all of the consequences till you ended up dead in your room
Now it’s crazy
Cuz we won’t ever talk again
I just wish I would’ve told you stop popping them
And to stop shooting up heroin deep inside your veins
But at that point I already knew that nothing would change
You were addicted
And there was nothing I could do
I can’t imagine all the pain that you were going through
You said you thought that no one loved you, I just wish you knew
How much that God honestly cared for you
You see the problem is that people think that Gods is evil
We blame God for the problems that we create as people
We've got a choice between life and death and we choose the needle
In the end
The consequences prove to be lethal

I don’t want to throw my life away
I don’t want to see you die today
Don’t want you to throw it all away (yeah)
I don’t want to throw my life away
I don’t want to see you die today
Don’t want you to throw it all away (yeah)

I’m sorry that you went out like that
You were drowning and the drugs were your life raft
You didn’t know they were pulling you down
And now I’m praying for your family, you’re no longer around
You're no longer around
You're no longer around
You're no longer around
And now I’m praying for your family, you’re no longer around

Drug Abuse

Links—
https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCLBPj-QsdRtKc8TU45hectQ
https://www.instagram.com/josiahmaccartney/
https://open.spotify.com/artist/6Wm8af6tWJ7XAJ1poDozwY?si=dzq-5uPyQKScL3XzVjWYAw

Love y'all. Thanks for the support <3

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MY LOSS!

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)

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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

The Other Side

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

What A Time It Was by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Edwin Balder