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

Welcome to songs you are welcome to cover! 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

EZ to Cover Country Hits  By songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Top 20

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

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

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Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
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Gonna Get Old 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
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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

Link to more of our 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



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Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
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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.....

Link to more of our 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



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

Time for a Cowgirl Hero to WIN...

Cowgirl Hero by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

On the dusty plains of Texas, 'neath the wide open sky, Her folks left the farm to brothers, no one knows why. One day they disappeared, a mystery untold, The farm was left to her, a legacy bold.

 She's a cowgirl hero, rising from the dust, Fighting for her place, in her strength we trust. With grit and determination, she'll break the mold, Our cowgirl hero, a story to be told.

 The farmhands didn't respect her, just because she's a lass, She gave them all chances, but they didn't pass. Fed up with their stubborn ways, she let them all go, To the local resort, where the winds of change blow.

 She's a cowgirl hero, rising from the dust, Fighting for her place, in her strength we trust. With grit and determination, she'll break the mold, Our cowgirl hero, a story to be told.

 Found housekeepers on break, enjoying a bite, She saw potential in them, a future so bright. Hired them on the spot, together they grew strong, The farm thrived like never before, proving doubters wrong.

 She's a cowgirl hero, rising from the dust, Fighting for her place, in her strength we trust. With grit and determination, she'll break the mold, Our cowgirl hero, a story to be told.

Now the farm's a powerhouse, the region's pride, Everyone owns a piece, working side by side. Our cowgirl hero, with heart and soul, Turned dreams into reality, reaching her goal.

She's a cowgirl hero, rising from the dust, Fighting for her place, in her strength we trust. With grit and determination, she'll break the mold, Our cowgirl hero, a story to be told.

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 my band: Hot Cookie
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Cowgirl Hero by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Pixie Frequency is what pixie dust feels like in sound. A high-energy modular synth dance track, this one pulses with glitchy sparkles, soft echoing vox, & my signature frequency—simple, hypnotic, & made to move you. Inspired by retro-tech transmissions and futuristic dreams, it’s a "Pixie Dust Transmission" straight from my world to yours. Tune in, feel the glitch, & let the frequency take you. ✨⚡🎶

Pixie Frequency

I'm Home (demo)

‘ Hello Mr. Hyde ’ is an introspective look at the demons that hide within; it is also an acknowledgement of them. The album moves through stages beginning with the greeting and recognition, followed by the depression that comes from the acceptance of “ Mr. Hyde ,” but finishing with a peaceful release found through surrendering to God. I believe everyone has their own version of “ Mr. Hyde ” within them and that acknowledging and facing this inner demon is essential to coming to peace with oneself.

Who Am I

Let yourself be carried away by this gently meandering melody.
Picture made in Norway, Sorstraumen.

Radiant horizons

We have all been on this ride...
Windows Down by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
The screen door slams, and the dust settles low,  
But I’m already gone, where the wild rivers flow...  
I’m leaving the heartache in a one-horse town,  
With the radio loud and the.... windows..... down. ...
I found your letter in the glovebox today,  
Folded in thirds like the words you couldn’t say.  
The ink’s faded, but the hurt’s still clear,  
And the rearview mirror’s the only thing you’re near.  
I’m chasing a skyline that don’t have your name,  
Where the stars burn brighter than the fire we became.  
I’m leaving the heartache in a one-horse town,  
With the radio loud and the windows down.  
With the radio loud and the ....windows ..... down.  
I passed the diner where we’d meet after dark,  
Now it’s just a shell with a flickering spark.  
The jukebox plays a song we used to know,  
But the melody’s lost in the miles I’ve grown.   
I’m chasing a skyline that don’t have your name,  
Where the stars burn brighter than the fire we became.  
I’m leaving the heartache in a one-horse town,  
With the radio loud and the windows down.  
With the radio loud and the ....windows ..... down.  
I found your boots by the back porch door,  
Kicked ‘em aside like the love we outwore.  
The leather’s cracked, but the soles still hold,  
Just like the memories I’m learning to let go ]  
the highway hums like a  Dolly lullaby,  
And the moon’s my witness as I say goodbye.  
The tires keep rolling, the road keeps wide,  
And the ghosts of our love can’t catch this ride.  
I’m chasing a skyline that don’t have your name,  
Where the stars burn brighter than the fire we became.  With the radio loud and the ....windows ..... down.  
I’m chasing a skyline that don’t have your name,  
And the road’s my forever, the heartache’s my fame.  
With the radio loud and the ....windows ..... down.  I’m leaving the heartache in a one-horse town,  (I’m leaving the heartache)
With the radio loud and the windows down.  
With the radio loud and the ....windows ..... down.  
  (I’m leaving the heartache) 

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 my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Windows Down by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Got a free one way pass...
Here In Hell by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
 ....."Here in hell, you think you know pain… but pain’s never ...the... same."
The devil doesn’t ride in on a horse of flame, He’s in the way your voice still shakes when you say my name. The jukebox plays a song I used to call my own, But the notes unravel, and I’m left here alone. I gave up my wings for a seat at this bar, Where lost souls gather, and memories scar.
 Here in hell, you think you know pain, But here, pain’s never the same. You relive the love and peace you lost, For here in hell, you’re meant to exhaust All the wrongs you scream, all the lies you tell— Oh, here in hell is where you fell.....here in hell ...is.... where...... you fell.   ( fell.. to ..hell)
 The clock on the wall’s got a broken hand, It moves like the truth I couldn’t withstand. You said you’d stay, but the door’s still wide, And I’m left with the echo of the last lie you tried. The devil’s not cruel, he just knows your game, He deals in the secrets you thought no one could name.
 Here in hell, you think you know pain, But here, pain’s never the same. You relive the love and peace you lost, For here in hell, you’re meant to exhaust All the wrongs you scream, all the lies you tell— Oh, here in hell is where you fell.....here in hell ...is.... where...... you fell.   ( fell.. to ..hell)
 I used to think heaven was a place up above, But it’s the way you held me when I needed your love. Now I’m dancing with shadows, chasing ghosts in the flame, And the devil just whispers, “You chose this parade.” Here in hell, you... think.... you know ...pain…think...again!
 The bar’s closing down, but I’m still in my seat, Staring at the scars on the heart I can’t beat. The devil doesn’t win, he just watches you fall, And hell’s the name for the pain you recall. I’ll leave when I’m ready, or maybe I’ll stay, ‘Cause hell’s not a place—it’s the price you pay.
 Here in hell, you think you know pain, But here, pain’s never the same. You relive the love and peace you lost, For here in hell, you’re meant to exhaust All the wrongs you scream, all the lies you tell— Oh, here in hell is where you fell.....here in hell ...is.... where...... you fell.   (where...... you fell. ) fell to hell (fell to hell)...fell...to...hell....(hell)

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

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Here In Hell by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Maybe write a book....
Ringo & Fur Trapper Jake by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Boots on dust, sky burns bright
Two men stand, one won’t see night
Crowd steps back, wind don’t breathe
One gonna fall, one gonna leave
Ringo rides in, coat hung low
Gun at his hip, got nowhere to go
Ain’t no saint, ain’t no man to trust
But Fur Trapper Jake?—he’s worse than dust
Jake sold whiskey spoiled and dark
Ran his mouth, left a scar
Touched the wrong hands, stole the wrong pride
Now he stands, shaking, too drunk to hide
High noon rings, silence speaks
One man draws, one man sleeps
Crowd won’t cry, ground won’t shake
Ain’t no mourning for Fur Trapper Jake
Jake spit curses, stumbled back
Gun in his grip, but the aim was slack
Ringo stood, waiting still
One blink, one shot—one man killed
Smoke rose slow, sky held gray
Jake dropped hard, but no one prayed
Blood met dirt, but none stepped near
Just watched him fade, watched him disappear
High noon rings, silence speaks
One man draws, one man sleeps
Crowd won’t cry, ground won’t shake
Ain’t no mourning for Fur Trapper Jake
No marker laid, no words were read
Just dust and sky where the drunk fell dead
Some men ride, some men run
Some don’t know when their end has come
Ringo turned, let the dust reclaim
Ain’t no saint, ain’t got no name
But justice don’t ask what’s right or wrong
Just who stays breathing when the fight is gone
High noon rings, silence speaks
One man draws, one man sleeps
Crowd won’t cry, ground won’t shake
Ain’t no mourning for Fur Trapper Jake]
Night fell slow, stars rolled in
Jake laid still where the dust had been
No grave was made, no light was shown
And ..nobody... cared,.... like .....he’d...... never ....been.......known....

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

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Ringo & Fur Trapper Jake by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Not a day goes by.....
Still Writing Us   by songwiter Edwin H. Balder
I keep staring at the page
Chords keep slipping, words escape
Every line ain't quite right
Every rhyme don’t shine tonight
I could say you’re the sunrise
I could write that you’re the stars
But none of it feels honest
None of it feels ours
I could promise forever
I could write how hearts don’t break
But the truth is, love’s not perfect
And neither are the songs I make
Still writing you, still searching through
Every melody, every tune
Every chorus falls too short
Every lyric ain't enough
But if love was just a song
I’d never stop writing us
I could try a grand confession
I could make the words feel bold
But love ain't in the verses
It's in the moments left untold
Like the way you sip your coffee
Like the way you hum along
It ain't written in the letters
It's just living in the song
Still writing you, still searching through
Every melody, every tune
Every chorus falls too short
Every lyric ain't enough
But if love was just a song
I’d never stop writing us
I ain't got the perfect line
Ain't got the words to say it right
But when I sing, I hope you hear
That every word I write is near
So maybe I won’t finish
Maybe love ain’t meant to rhyme
Maybe songs just keep on breathing
Like the way you stay in mine

Still writing you, still searching through
Every melody, every tune
Every chorus falls too short
Every lyric ain't enough
But if love was just a song
I’d never stop writing us

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
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Still Writing Us   by songwiter Edwin H. Balder

Soundtrack to a life I never go to...
First Redeo by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Ain’t my first rodeo ain’t my first fall 

Ain’t my first time bettin on nothin at all 

The creek ain’t risin but Lord knows I will 

Been bustin my boots and punchin the till 

Ain’t got a pot but I got some beans 

Ain’t got a crown but I live like a king 

Spilt the milk broke the gate 

But hell I guess that’s just my fate 

Well the barn doors open the horses are gone 

The road is dusty but I roll on 

Ain’t no fence gonna hold my way 

I’m knee high in mud but I like it that way 

Ain’t got much but I got my say 

Ain’t my first rodeo I’ll be okay 

I’ll be okay 

I’ll be okay I’ll be okay 

Ain’t my first rodeo I’ll be okay 

 

Ain’t all hat ain’t all show 

Ain’t got a lick of quit no sir no 

Make hay while the sun still shines 

Bet your boots I’ll be just fine 

Spilled my whiskey lost my pride 

Got bucked off but I still ride 

Ain’t crying over nothing small 

Big dogs run but they still fall 

 

Well the barn doors open the horses are gone 

The road is dusty but I roll on 

Ain’t no fence gonna hold my way 

I’m knee high in mud but I like it that way 

Ain’t got much but I got my say 

Ain’t my first rodeo I’ll be okay 

I’ll be okay 

I’ll be okay I’ll be okay 

Ain’t my first rodeo I’ll be okay 

 

Well the barn doors open the horses are gone 

The road is dusty but I roll on 

Ain’t my first rodeo ain't my last round 

Bet your boots I ain’t backing down 

Ain’t got much but I got my say 

Ain’t my first rodeo I’ll be okay 

I’ll be okay 

I’ll be okay I’ll be okay 

Ain’t my first rodeo I’ll be okay 

I’ll .....be..... okay 

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

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First Redeo by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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

Windows Down by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Edwin Balder