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Vocals Sofiya
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Barefoot on the garden grass,
Lemonade in a tall glass,
Time moves slow like a Sunday song,
And the clouds just drift along.

Kites dancing in the distant blue,
A dog barks once, then nothing new,
Buzz of bees in the flower beds,
Sunshine warming sleepy heads.

Cloud watching, no need to speak,
Skies above like poetry meek,
Shapes that shift, float and fade,
Dreams just drifting in the shade.

Cloud watching, in no rush,
UK summer, soft and lush,
Let the world just pass me by,
With nothing but that painted sky.

A plane cuts through with silver thread,
While kids kick balls and paint the shed,
Neighbour’s radio playing tunes,
Classic soul and lazy swoons.

Cuppa cooling on the sill,
Even the breeze has time to chill,
Thoughts meander, light as air,
Nowhere to be, just here, just there.

Cloud watching, no need to speak,
Skies above like poetry meek,
Shapes that shift, float and fade,
Dreams just drifting in the shade.

Cloud watching, in no rush,
UK summer, soft and lush,
Let the world just pass me by,
With nothing but that painted sky.

Might rain tomorrow, who can say?
But we’ve still got this golden day,
Wrapped in calm, the perfect scene,
Between the grey and all the green.

So let me lie here one more hour,
Time’s a seed, and this… the flower.
No plans, no need to try,
Just me and the clouds rolling by.

Cloud Watching

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[Verse 1
Been schooled by the black-top, taught by the dust,
Slept in the shadow of a diesel’s rust.
Thought I’d mastered the chapters of heartache and burn—
Turns out the hardest page is still waitin’ its turn.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Verse 2
I’ve bartered with barrooms, lied to the law,
Carved my confession in a tooth-marked drawl.
But the mirror keeps whisperin’, son, you ain’t through—
There’s a brand-new lesson hidin’ in the powder-keg blue.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Bridge
So light me a lantern of whiskey and sin,
Let the sparks spell the sermons I carry within.
If wisdom’s a bullet, I’m spinnin’ the drum—
Click after click till the final round comes.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.Verse 1
Been schooled by the black-top, taught by the dust,
Slept in the shadow of a diesel’s rust.
Thought I’d mastered the chapters of heartache and burn—
Turns out the hardest page is still waitin’ its turn.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Verse 2
I’ve bartered with barrooms, lied to the law,
Carved my confession in a tooth-marked drawl.
But the mirror keeps whisperin’, son, you ain’t through—
There’s a brand-new lesson hidin’ in the powder-keg blue.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

Bridge
So light me a lantern of whiskey and sin,
Let the sparks spell the sermons I carry within.
If wisdom’s a bullet, I’m spinnin’ the drum—
Click after click till the final round comes.

Chorus
‘Cause every mile draws a line I ain’t crossed,
Every truth leaves another coin tossed.
Yeah, the more I ride, the more I learn
There’s always one more curve, one more bridge to burn.

One More Curve Ahead

[Verse 1]
Left a trail of dust behind me,
Middle of the night, just the moon to guide me
Her words still burn like a summer flame —
"You'll never outrun your name."
Dashboard cracked, tank half full,
Every mile feels powerful
This ain’t about where I’ve been,
It’s where I go when I’m free again

[Chorus]
I’m on the highway to Amarillo,
Where the pain fades and the dreams get real low
Tires hum like a worn-out prayer
Leaving all that I can't repair
Got a six-string riding shotgun,
And a past I can’t outrun
But I ain’t looking’ in no rearview mirror —
I'm chasing down the sun
On the highway to Amarillo

[Verse 2]
Stopped for gas in a nowhere town
Bartender said, “Boy, you look run-down.”
Told him, “Nah, I’m just letting go
Of a girl and a ghost I used to know.”
Took a sip, tipped my hat
Cranked that engine, didn’t look back
Every mile’s a piece of me
Breaking chains with gasoline

[Chorus]
I’m on the highway to Amarillo,
Where the nights burn and the heart turns still cold
Radio bleeding Tom Petty lines
I’ve been gone a hundred times
Got a bottle in the glovebox,
And a map I never read
I don’t need no destination —
Just a place to clear my head
On the highway to Amarillo

[Bridge]
Maybe she’s sleeping’ in that old bed
Or maybe she's found someone else instead
But I ain’t turning back, not this time
I got thunder rolling' down that dotted line

[Final Chorus]
I’m on the highway to Amarillo,
Where the sky opens up like a window
Every heartbreak's in my rearview now
And the wind knows how I howl
With a prayer and a rebel soul,
I’m chasing what I can’t control
Ain’t no telling what I’ll find —
But I’m leaving’ it all behind
On the highway to Amarillo

[Outro]
Yeah… leaving’ it all behind
On the highway to Amarillo...

the highway to Amarillo,  /coming to Spotify

Had Me At Hello

Mama kept the lights on with a prayer and a fuse
Daddy played the numbers, always bound to lose
We learned to dance on hardwood, scuffed and stained
Where the gospel met the bottle, and the truth got strained
Now the porch light flickers like a warning sign
And the mailbox holds more weight than time
When the bills come due, and the grace runs thin
You count your blessings like loose change in a tin
You sing hallelujah... with a hole in your shoe
‘Cause mercy don’t knock—it just walks on through
When the bills come due
Uncle Joe’s guitar still hums in the shed
Strings rusted over, but the songs ain’t dead
He said “Love is credit, pain is cash”
And all bad faith comes back at last
Now the bills sound like a choir off-key
try to save your roof ...try to save.. what used.. to be...
When the bills come due, and the lights go cold
You trade your silver for stories you told
You hum redemption every note is blue
And hope the good Lord’s got a plan for you
When the bills come due
There’s a ledger in heaven, or so they say
Where the debts we carry get washed away
But down here, we settle with sweat and song
And pray the echo don’t take too long
When the bills come due, and the choir’s gone home
You find your rhythm in the ache and the tone
You write your name and pray it's true
sing like the truth finally made it through
When the bills come due
When the bills come due
When the bills come due
When the bills come due, and the choir’s gone home
You find your rhythm in the ache and the tone
You write your name and hope it's true
sing like the truth finally made it through
When the bills come due

All rights held by the songwriter Edwin H. Balder
When the bills come due

All rights held by the songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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When the Bills Come Due

Twerk was the word, now it’s passé
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny display
Flash that fabric like it’s gold
Show me
Baby
What you sold
You got the moves
I got the beat
Let’s make the night
Incomplete
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Neon lights
Your body speaks
Shadows dancing
Curves that peek
Every step’s a masterpiece
Put on a show
Never cease
You got the vibe
I got the stage
Let’s write a story
Turn the page
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Velvet ropes
And candy lips
You sell the dream
With every twist
Mirror ball
And latex shine
You’re the headline
Every time
You got the look
I got the lens
Let’s break the rules
Forget the trends
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Swipe it fast
Make the moment last
Freaky
Freaky
On the beat
This sale’s wild
Can’t feel defeat
You’re the ad
You’re the tease
You’re the clickbait
On your knees
You’re the product
You’re the pitch
You’re the fantasy
In the glitch
I’m the buyer
You’re the brand
We’re the fire
On demand
This ain’t love
This ain’t fate
It’s a sale
And it’s too late
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat
Tiny
Tiny
Teeny g-string flash
Bring the heat
Let the sparks clash
Sexy
Sexy
On repeat
This sale’s hot
Can’t take a seat

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Break These Chains

Field

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

When the Bills Come Due

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