Love the vocals and the lyrics of this one! Another great track! Merry Xmas Bill!! Love you!🤗

🎵 My dear musical friend Bill, what a powerful and honest piece of storytelling! The raw emotion in this 23-year-old demo captures such real human struggles ✨ Your lyrics about people building their lives again while leaving others behind hit straight to the heart 🎸 Love how the "northbound highway" becomes such a perfect metaphor for life's difficult journeys 💫 Your voice carries all the weight of these complicated relationships and choices 🌟 The plea for forgiveness is so touching - "they're not of this earth and they're not of this day" ❤️ Sometimes the imperfections in a recording make it even more authentic and meaningful! 🎵​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Can't beat the sound and feel of this; the ring of truth. Often enough the demo can't be beat.

Imperfection at its' finest Bill...This is a a could acoustic tune with powerful lyrics with excellent vocals and guitar skills 😊🎸🎼🎶

Brilliant demo! Can’t wait for the final version :-)

I’ve been ignored by some really talented people.. it is my claim to fame.

Bill on the Edge

My piece is about a pyrrhic victory;  a victory that inflicts such a devastating toll on the victor that it is tantamount to defeat.

pyrrhic victory

Love In Space

This is the original Demo of a song written about people very close to me. The recording is about 23 years old. I'm not interested in fixing mistakes on it..
Musically.. I really don't know where i'm going . I'm documenting songs in haste.. But I do know where i've been in a most profound sense.  I'm having a lot of trouble sitting down to play and record something new.. it's a very strange sort of block. There's not a shortage of ideas or material..

so here's this..warts and all..

Hot summer day driving to god knows where
northbound highway his mind blowing in the air
he's building his life again and he's left so many behind
and he's looking for someone of his own kind

two young children.. she's on her own
northbound highway broke down and all alone
they're building their lives again and they've left so many behind
and they're looking for someone of their own kind

Please forgive them they've lost their way 
and they're not of this earth and they're not of this day

but you the traffic is tight.. on the northbound highway
and there's no end in sight on the northbound highway

He needed someone.. she thought she wanted him
on the northbound highway the chance of success is slim
and they're building their lives again
and they've left so many behind
And they're looking for someone else and changing their mind

Please forgive them they've lost their way
and they're not of this earth and they're not of this day

Now there's a new child.. and they're going out of their head
still stuck on the northbound highway and they're hanging by a thread
and they're building their lives again
and they've left so many behind
life on the northbound highway can be so unkind

Please forgive them they've lost their way
and they're not of this earth and they're not of this day

and you know you can't travel light on the nothbound highway
and its always a fight .. on the northbound highway..



Lyrics

Northbound Highway ( Demo )

I fell into a mental blackhole. Finaly I'm back and I feel better 😊 This is an old song but I think it fits well with my feelings. Love to all ❤

I was gone but I am back

I missed the boat

Emotional Dancers
Had an Idea after watching a documentary on dancers.
Synths Spitfire BBC Orchestra Arturia strings Brass and Flute

Emotional Dancers

Re recording of an old song. Solo Guitar and vocals with a little something here and there. Recorded this evening. 

Get up early and start your day
give some time back to yourself today
find the good times all around you
Bring the fun back in your life
leave those old work shoes by the door
you made your share of sacrifice
listen friend take my advice

The time for messing around is in the past
the days are moving by so very very fast
it's time for you to have your say
don't you letting things get in your way
forget about what other people do
and don't you worry about waht they say
cause they don't know you anyway

Save me.. save me.. save me
oh won't you please
won't you save me.. from another day
of doing things in the same old way

So settle up those old affairs
all they're going to get you 
is a head full of grey hairs
you know the folks around
they still love you so
they're gonna smile and wave as they watch you go
so won't you wave goodbye to yesterday
before you get too old and slow
it's time to shine and let it go

Save me.. save me.. save me
yes and carry me along with you
on this beautiful day




Save Me

This is a very old song written when I first picked up my music after a long layoff. It is written about Lena Leonardi, our landlady ( Landlord fit the song better  ) back in 1980. We moved into our new apartment when my joyce was pregnant with our first child. Lena was a sort of Philosopher.. Very hard working and always there to offer advice on whatever. She was very kind to us but she was also tough. I recall times when she would come to the back door when we were late on the rent and pound on the glass , and in her endearing Italian accent she would yell " Liggett!!!  I know you're in there !! PLEASE Liggett! PLease pay the rent !! ".. One time I came to the door and had to explain that we just didn't have the money right at the moment...she took me over to her apartment and sat me down while she prepared a couple of jars of Minestrone soup.. homemade and delicious. She said " Liggett, all you need is a little bread, a little bit of soup and a little bit of wine... that's all you need Liggett "  I never forgot her..Joyce and I talk about her once in a while and quote things she told us.. To this day she is in our hearts and minds.. almost like family. And thats how most of the Italians were to me growing up.. treated me well and looked out for me as I lived in a town called Elmwood Park known as little Italy..  Now, back in november of last year when I made the decision to start uploading all of my songs.. who is there b, among many others of course, but two who have given me the most support and good advice along with wonderful and inspiring music and words? But Michael Ansani and the beautiful folks at The Beating Edge.. From Italy...of course. Oh... and Len Benatti  .. you from Italy too?😊So.. I dedicate this song to them and wish them good fortune and calm seas ahead ! Salute!

Lyrics:

Long ago when I was 21 and I was just out on my own
a pretty new bride and a brand new son
trying hard to make a home
I wasn't ready to settle down and I needed some advice
My old Italian Landlord, she always treated me nice

A simple life and a happy home 
and everything will be just fine
But things don't always go that way 
and you can get a little bit behind
well if you lose direction and you're looking for a clue
my old Italian landlord she always knew what to do

She said:  A little bread and a little soup and a little bit of wine
that's all you need , that's all you need
a little luck and a little love and a little bit of time
that's all you need, that's all you need

I met that old lady, all those years ago
she led a very simple life and she always told you so
she was there when we were hungry 
she was there when we were broke
and even after all these years 
i remember the words she spoke

Now and then I think of her she holds a place in my mind
not too many like her so humble and so kind
I hope there's just a few spread around here and there
looking out for guys like me who need someone to care

She said:  A little bread and a little soup and a little bit of wine
that's all you need , that's all you need
a little luck and a little love and a little bit of time
that's all you need, that's all you need


All you need

UnderWater

New song recorded tonight. Things are what they are.. on the melancholy side.... which i'm prone to wallow in from time to time.

It has come to my attention that I haven't put my pen to paper for a while
I've been burning scented candles that suggested fields of roses for so long
and I've lately come to realize the simple reason for my lack of candor
and the soil of sordid life reveals the blameless grief left floating in the breeze
I opted out of bowing low for fear that I might make a wrenching scene

show me how I have fallen short read to me the judgement of the court
but be careful as you're coming down you're falling from the same high ground
it all comes back around

I thank god sometimes for time alone with cheap guitars and cheaper brands of wine
I avoid my past discrepancies and present time inequities like plague
and it for these very reasons that I held my tongue and stared into the sky
and stole time alone in selfishness for fear without that I might lose my mind
has my silence said enough for you today
you might think you've had it rough sometimes and want to say

show me how I have fallen short read to me the judgement of the court
but be careful as you're coming down you're falling from the same high ground
it all comes back around

Im well aware of failure as Im constantly reminded of it in the mail
and the boat that we were sailing is the one in need of bailing suddenly
have I suddenly become some different soul
and did you become the innocent that fell into the resulting hole
is it such a shocking revelation after all
made to get up off our feet before we lean to crawl

show me how I have fallen short read to me the judgement of the court
but be careful as you're coming down you're falling from the same high ground
it all comes back around


It all comes back around

This is an old demo that Ive been sitting on for years and years... Theres so much more to it than what you hear here.. but I may never get to really complete it. Its part of a collection of music.. a project called " HeartBeat " a collection of tunes in either 3/4 or 6/8 ( the human heart beats in these times )

Lyrics:

Youre giving me reasons to play
youre giving me good thing to say
Youre changing my whole life today
and theres a couple thing I want to say
Its the sun on your face
its the wind in your hair
and when Im not a perfect man
its the way you dont care

youre giving me reasons to play
youre giving me good things to say
I think youre my best friend today
and theres a couple of things I want to say
your breath in my ear
and the words that Ill never find
and when im not a perfect man
its the way you dont mind..

Thanks for listening !

Reasons

This is a song dedicated to my old friend Karl heilgeist ( RIP ) A great drummer and an interesting cat.

Breeze comin through the window… I thought it might be you ..But since it’s not gonna sleep till I’m not tired.. aint gonna make my bed..  gonna sleep till I’m not tired.
No one comes to my house..  so I ring the bell myself
There’s no one around to drink to.. so I drink to myself .. here’s to me and my good health
( chorus )
Here’s to sittin all alone.. here’s to a good nights sleep… here’s to luck and borrowed time ..that may be our only wealth.. but most of all here’s to me ….and my  good health

There’s a breeze comin through the window.. and it sends me back to sleep
You cant blame the wind for blowin..  think I’ll just blame you since there’s no one else around.
And no one comes to my house.. gonna ring the bell myself
And there’s no one around to drink to.. so I drink to myself here’s to me and my good health

My Good Health

Song drifts between poetry and melody — a reflective folk ballad where fragile vocals and acoustic warmth meet soft strings and introspection.
Like embers fading in the dawn, it meditates on mortality and beauty — on the way our lives flare and vanish like fireworks in the night.
Gentle, haunting, and deeply human.

Butterflies of the night

Boots hit gravel before the sun could rise.
Hands found work where prayers once lay.
Fields stood dry beneath a silent sky.
Dust clung tight to yesterday.
One day marked for rest and reverence
now holds sweat and borrowed time.
Guilt rides shotgun in the silence
while hope hums low beneath the grime.
Three mouths wait for bread and shelter.
Two small dresses hang to dry.
One newborn sleeps beside his mother
while bills stack high and dreams run shy.
Some folks kneel with polished shoes.
Others bend where labor calls.
The rich pass by with empty glances.
The poor still try to make that hall.
A man can love without a steeple.
A soul can shine through sweat and clay.
The heart still knows what’s sacred,
even when it works on Sunday.
Rain forgot the rows this season.
Crops bowed down without a fight.
Faith feels thin beneath the burden
but still walks forward toward the light.
Scripture waits inside the kitchen.
Grace lives quiet on the floor.
Truth don’t mind a rearrangement
if the spirit’s at the core.
Four Sundays circle every calendar.
One might bend to feed the rest.
The heavens know the weight of hunger.
The heavens honor honest sweat.
Forgiveness isn’t bound by timing.
Devotion doesn’t wear a clock.
The sacred lives in every moment
where love and labor never stop.
Hope ain’t dressed in robes or ribbons.
Peace don’t ask for perfect form.
The big man sees the shifting rhythm
and walks beside the working worn.
Doing the best a man can manage.
Holding tight to what is true.
Always first in heart and honor—
but today, the soil... needs ....tending too....soil... needs ....tending too....

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. Thanks to all the wonderful talent that made these recordings possible including the Del Studio Players, Tina, Tommy, Hot Cookie, The Indivisibles, AKB, and TBOJAR   For More tracks like this enjoy The Jubilee Line Playlist: https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/the-jubilee-line?si=0e644986d56741c2b6eb7dc09f516a71&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Four Sundays written by Edwin H. Balder

Crazy Nova Scotia

No AI. None at all. Hello!   If I was good enough, something would have happened by now…maybe it  did and I just didn’t pay attention. Maybe I’m in the midst of something.

I’m primarily a Songwriter and play and sing too. 

I used to  perform with various talented artists. Im now returning to writing and recording.  Theres some evidence of this…

Theres always someone new to hear . 


Thanks for listening and providing inspiration via your own beautiful art.

email :   liggettservices@gmail.com

Side Note :  My goal here is to upload my catalog to date... thats something ….right?

I am humbled by your kind and generous spirit and your willingness to share it.

I’ve been ignored by some really talented people.. it is my claim to fame.

Hey there! If you’re reading this, you’re one of the few... thanks for existing! 🤟
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Northbound Highway ( Demo )

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