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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)

Museum Of Shadows by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Ya des rivières tranquilles
Ya des torrents de boue
L'amour c'est si fragile
Ça vous lache tout à coup

Ya des ciels sans nuages 
Aussi bleus que la mer
Mais quand revient l'orage
C'est l'amour qui se perd

L'amour c'est un mystère
Qui nous unis , nous désunis
L'amour c'est des chimères
Des jours bonheur , des jours de pluie
L'amour c'est un mystère
Des mots , des pleurs ,des insomnies

Ya des routes sauvages
Qui parlent liberté
Ya des amours naufrage
Qui font tout chavirer

Ya des soleils si doux 
Qu'ils réchauffent les coeurs
Ya des amours si fous 
Qu'ils brulent  le bonheur

L'amour c'est un mystère
Qui nous unis , nous désunis
L'amour c'est des chimères
Des jours bonheur , des jours de pluie
L'amour c'est un mystère
Des mots , des pleurs ,des insomnies

Ya de beaux paysages
Sur notre belle terre
Des amours qui s'engagent
Et font machine arrière

Ya des jours qui s'allument
Au parfum de la vie
Mais des yeux qui s'embrument
Sur fond de jalousie

L'amour c'est un mystère
Qui nous unis , nous désunis
L'amour c'est des chimères
Des jours bonheur , des jours de pluie
L'amour c'est un mystère
Des mots , des pleurs ,des insomnies

L'amour c'est un mystère-Bm-89bpm-441hz

Woman who is struggling with internal shortcomings and feelings of self-doubt

Lost in my Own Life - Seeds of my own Destruction

Then the mirror breaks

[Strophe 1]
Widerstand liegt in Flüstern,
Ein Schatten huscht über das weite Land.
Stille spricht, wenn niemand hört,
Ein leiser Ruf, der uns gehört.
[Strophe 2]
Ein Reich aus Nebel, Glas und Licht,
Die Wahrheit zeigt ihr kaltes Gesicht.
Wir tanzen blind durch das graue Feld,
Ein stiller Schrei in dieser Welt.
[Refrain]
Wir sind die Stimme im Wind,
Verlorene Lieder, wo auch immer wir sind.
Ein Herz voller Sturm, ein Blick aus Glas,
Und jeder Schritt ein letzter Schlag.
Wir brennen, ohne Licht zu sein –
Aber niemals ganz allein.
[Strophe 3]
Die Freiheit verrottet in alten Kleidern,
Verliert sich in der Dunkelheit.
Aber selbst im Staub, im kalten Stein,
Kann neues Leben still sein.
[Refrain]
Wir sind die Stimme im Wind,
Verlorene Lieder, wo immer wir sind.
Ein Herz voller Sturm, ein Blick aus Glas,
Und jeder Schritt ein letzter Schlag.
Wir brennen, ohne zu leuchten –
Aber niemals ganz allein.
[Bridge – Gesprochene/geflüsterte Vocals mit Delay]
Wenn der Morgen still ist...
Wenn der Himmel aufhört zu weinen...
Dann steh auf –
Sei der Schatten, der sich weigert zu verblassen.
[Finaler Refrain – langsamer, intensiver Aufbau]
Wir sind die Stimme im Wind,
Verlorene Lieder, wo immer wir sind.
Ein letzter Kuss, ein leises Geräusch –
Die Freiheit stirbt in unserem Lied.
Wir träumen laut im tiefsten Raum,
Im Echo unserer Träume.

Voice in the Wind

Lift Me Higher

See You Up There

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The Child Divine


Historias reales.
Fe que levanta.
Música que sana.

“Si Quieres, Puedes Sanarme”

How Do U Change A Mind? by Star System Legal

Cautious shadows crawl the ceiling,
Spider-silk threads of doubt unwind.
Eyes like lanterns, walls are breathing,
Laughter drips like wax in time.

Copper air and static thunder,
Pulse a war drum in my chest.
I’m the ghost I can’t outrun here,
Chained to wheels that never rest.

I whisper through the static,
This is just a ride.
This is just a slide through the night,
But the mirrors crack and shiver,
And reason flickers out of sight.

How do you change a mind so stubborn,
That it won’t believe the dawn will break?
How do you tell the one in the maze,
That the walls are fog and shadows fake?

If I could whisper to the storm,
Would I know?
Or would I let the dark devour me whole,
One more time before I go?

The floor melts soft like candle tallow,
Rooms dissolve in swirling haze.
Every door a darker hollow,
Every window, haunted gaze.

I reach for threads of golden reason,
But they slip between my hands.
Oh, if I could hold the sunlight,
Would I light this dying land.

I whisper through the static,
This is just a ride.
The ghosts will fade with the tide,
But my voice is thin as paper,
And I circle flame like moths that died.

How do you change a mind so stubborn,
That it won’t believe the dawn will break?
How do you tell the one in the maze,
That the walls are fog and shadows fake?

If I could whisper to the storm,
Would I know?
Or would I let the dark devour me whole,
One more time before I go?

The clock ticks backward in this house,
The colors swirl, they fade, they scream.
But dawn waits there behind the hallway,
If I could hold my own reflection,
I’d say, wait, don’t fold.
It’s just a ride.
Just a ride...
Just a ride...
Just a ride.

How do you change a mind so stubborn,
That it won’t believe the dawn will break?
How do you tell the one in the maze,
That the walls are fog and shadows fake?

If I could whisper to the storm,
Would I know?
Or would I let the dark devour me whole,
One more time before I go?


Written by Dave Solomon
Copyright 2025 Moonstruck Music Group. All rights reserved.

How Do You Change A Mind?

How Do U Change A Mind?

The shadows stretch like they’re reaching back  
Doors stay closed like they heard the crack  
I hum old notes no voice could keep  
They melt too fast and fall too deep  
I move through air like it’s wearing thin  
The bed still folds where no one goes  
The sink still drips in a rhythm I knew  
But the tune escapes before it shows

I touch the air like I might be found  
But every sound just circles back

Some days vanish inside the blinds  
Others sit with me and whisper lines  
I left a chair where silence starts  
For voices I still mouth in the dark  
I fold my shirts like they still might wear  
The time before the clocks grew bare  
My hands forget what they used to find  
So I count quiet days and along goodbyes

The clocks don’t tick, they just wait near  
Breath on the window that won’t clear  
I walk through warmth that doesn’t stay  
Then wonder who I was today  
The shadows nod when I move slow  
Like they’ve seen this version come and go  
I speak in rhythms I don’t intend  
And end up silent once again

The hush comes in before I speak  
And holds me still like something weak

Some days stretch like they’ll never end  
Others fall out of my hands again  
I keep the quiet like it’s all I own  
Talk out loud when I’m most alone  
I press on walls like they used to breathe  
Trace old sounds through the static beneath  
My mind rewinds what it can’t revise  
So I count quiet days and along goodbyes

I hear the dust before it lands  
Time folds in, I forget I had hands  
The names I knew won’t sit in rows  
They float, then flicker, then just go  
The air repeats what I forget  
Like it’s rehearsing my regret  
The silence shapes what I can’t hold  
And leaves its weight inside the fold

I open my mouth but forget the tone  
Grief moves first and calls it home

Some days haunt like they never left  
Others fade but still leave a depth  
I hum your name just to test the air  
Then forget what voice was ever there  
I stare through rooms that forget my face  
Walk through time like it might erase  
There’s no more sound where your silence lies  
So I count quiet days and along goodbyes

I stopped answering when you would call  
Let the dishes pile like I meant to fall  
I used to hum just to feel the room  
Now I barely move before it's gone

Quiet Days and Along Goodbyes

I create genre-blending music that fuses alternative pop with elements of trap, hip-hop, and electronic beats. Featuring reverb-drenched vocals, heavy basslines, and a balance of haunting melodies and hard-hitting rhythms, my sound is both immersive and raw. Each track tells a story, ranging from introspective to explosive, pushing sonic boundaries and digging deep emotionally. I embrace AI tools, including those integrated by SoundCloud, as part of the creative process, not to replace the artist, but to expand what’s possible. Tap in and experience the sound for yourself.

Then the mirror breaks

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