Ninebanks - Safety and Skeletons -

Words and music written by Bartley Charles Mastin
Performance by Bartley Charles Mastin
Copyright 2025 All Rights Reserved

Lyrics:
It's a just a dream
Don't worry about a thing
Don't worry about a thing
It's just a dream

They're turning green
The leaves are turning green
And it will soon be spring
Don't worry about a thing

Round and round we go

Stay a while 
Let me see you smile
Let me see you smile
Stay a while

Round and round we go
Round and round we go
Round and round we go

Stay A While

[Verse 1]
Packed my bags, left the shore,
Ventura sun, I’d see no more.
Dad had plans, we crossed the sea,
But in Geneva, it wasn’t meant to be.

At first, it felt like something new,
American school, a different view.
But then he left for Africa's call,
And I felt lost, I felt small.

[Pre-Chorus]
So I hit the rails, one-way ride,
Chasing something deep inside.
Through Spain, through Rome, the world flew by,
Under foreign stars, I learned to fly.

[Chorus]
Runaway train, don’t slow down,
Searching for a place where I won’t drown.
Through the mountains, through the sea,
Found a place where I could be free.

[Verse 2]
Athens nights and Cyprus skies,
Each new stop, a piece of life.
But my heart was set ahead,
To the Holy Land where my soul was led.

Half the day with hands in dirt,
Half the day where books would work.
Simple life, the air so clean,
It felt like waking from a dream.

[Pre-Chorus]
So I hit the rails, one-way ride,
Chasing something deep inside.
Through Spain, through Rome, the world flew by,
Under foreign stars, I learned to fly.

[Chorus]
Runaway train, don’t slow down,
Searching for a place where I won’t drown.
Through the mountains, through the sea,
Found a place where I could be free.

[Bridge]
Didn’t need a map, just a heart on fire,
Wanderer’s soul, climbing higher.
Maybe home’s not a place on a map,
But a feeling you chase and never look back.

[Outro]
Ventura’s waves still call my name,
But I’m not the same, I’ve changed my lane.
From Geneva’s halls to an open sky,
This is my life—I won't say goodbye.

[Final Chorus]
Runaway train, don’t slow down,
Searching for a place where I won’t drown.
Through the mountains, through the sea,
Found a place where I could be free.

Runaway Train

Weak Hero Class 2 (Soundtrack from the Netflix Series)

Pavlov's Dog

Where Wildflowers Grow   by Edwin H. Balder
I walked that old dirt road at sundown,
where the fences lean like time standing still.
Dust and memory rose beneath my footsteps,
the front porch waiting, silent on the hill.
Every summer evening, I heard them call me home,
but tonight, it’s just the wind, whispering alone.
They built this life with love and grace,
now only wildflowers take their place.
[acoustic guitar and soft strings instrumental hook]
Where wildflowers grow, where love still lingers,
where younger hearts crossed their fingers.
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
A rocking chair beneath a covered sky,
where fireflies once lit up my dreams.
Her apron smelled like sugar and roses,
his boots left prints by the old oak tree.
Every lesson, every laugh, every tear I came to shed,
are etched between these walls, though they’re long since left.
They built this life with love and grace,
now only wildflowers take their place.
Where wildflowers grow, where love still lingers,
where younger hearts crossed their fingers.
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
The gate still swings, though no one’s waiting,
only heaven’s hands can hold them now.
But every season still brings back their laughter,
on a breeze that wraps me in their vow.
So I step inside the house they left behind,
but find their love in petals soft and kind.
They built this life with love and grace,
now only wildflowers take their place.
Where wildflowers grow, where love still lingers,
where younger hearts crossed their fingers.
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
[acoustic guitar and soft strings instrumental hook]
The voices fade, but the roots still know,
I find them here—where wildflowers grow.
 wildflowers grow... wild........flowers
.............. grow!

Where Wildflowers Grow by Hot Cookie

written by Paul McCartney and john Lennon

vocal and piano by Jim Armstrong

let it be

Pop version of the country Father Daughter Dance wedding song I wrote. Written by J.T. Patten, Lone Woolf Lyrics, available for cut, cover, collaboration, and sync.

FATHER DAUGHTER DANCE (Contemporary Version)

The bustling day has slipped away,
and gentle night begins to play.
It drifts from where your city lies,
then morning paints your hometown skies.
It feels so normal, everyday—
yet still, a wonder in its way.


にぎやかな日が過ぎていき
やさしい夜がそっと始まるんだ
君の街から夜が流れ
やがて朝が空を染めていく
あたりまえの毎日だけど
やっぱりふしぎなことだよね

Into the night

When The Night Falls is a slow-burning love letter to the Universe—both infinite and intimate.

Interwoven with spoken words, this piece builds from gentle awe into a powerful expression of passion and unity—between soulmates, between stardust, and between all that ever was.

This is my soundtrack for the Universe & my one, who's love I carry cross the stars.

Produced by BandLab

When The Night Falls

So What   by Edwin H. Balder
They held me high, they called me rare,
But they only stayed when I was there.
They needed my strength, needed my name,
But they never felt my heart the same.
So what—if they smiled, if they swore,
If they promised forever before.
So what—if they praised, if they bowed,
If they worshipped me just for the crowd.
So what—if they whispered, if they lied,
If they vanished the moment I cried.
But fame’s a mirror, bends the light,
And they only held me when I was bright.
Now I see the way it breaks,
Every promise, every fake.
So what—if they smiled, if they swore,
If they promised forever before.
So what—if they praised, if they bowed,
If they worshipped me just for the crowd.
So what—if they whispered, if they lied,
If they vanished the moment I cried.
so what (so what) so......what....
Some truths burn, some truths fade,  (so what)
Some just stay like old mistakes.  (so what)
Some wounds close, some wounds bleed, (so what)
Some just teach what hearts don’t need.
so what (so what).....so what 
Now I walk where echoes stand,
No more reaching, no more hands.
No more waiting, no more trust,
No more building dreams in dust.
So what—if they smiled, if they swore,
If they promised forever before.
So what—if they praised, if they bowed,
If they worshipped me just for the crowd.
So what—if they whispered, if they lied,
If they vanished the moment I cried.
so what (so what) so......what....so......what....
so what (so what) so......what....so......what....

Enjoy a short set of our odd side here: https://soundcloud.com/cookiehot/down-the-rabbit-hole-by-hot-cookie/s-fVUOBBeSu1J?in=cookiehot/sets/down-the-rabbit-hole/s-JCiuoPhlNVx&si=25b61ac586d648308a074d78f217702a&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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So What by Hot Cookie

Kicks Your Ass   by Edwin H. Balder (Radio Edit)
Coffee cold, kids awake,
Sunrise running twenty minutes late.
Left a note, made a call,
Somebody needs something—always, all.
"Did you check the mail?"—not yet,
"Take out the trash?"—soon, I bet.
"The Wi-Fi’s down!"—so is my will,
"Do we need milk?"—probably still.
Shoes in the hall, dishes not done,
Deadlines waiting, miles to run.
Texts unanswered, bills in stacks,
World keeps pulling, pulling back.
I’ll do it later, I always say,
Between the work and yesterday.
I’ll do it later, but later slips,
Like laundry lost between my grip.
I’ll do it later, but days move fast,
And life won’t wait ...It just kicks your ass
Missed the call, lost the note,
Still forgot my winter coat.
Lunch was coffee, dinner’s late,
Clock won’t bend to what I wait.
Kids need rides, baby sitter's gone,
Still in meetings when dusk turns on.
Got a heart but left it home,
Making plans I’ll never own.
I’ll do it later, I always say,
Between the work and yesterday.
I’ll do it later, but later slips,
Like laundry lost between my grip.
I’ll do it later, but days move fast,
And life won’t wait ....It just kicks your ass
Some days fold, some days fight,
Some just fade into the night.
Some hearts hold, some hearts break,
Some just ache with time they take.
Now I stand here, tired feet,
Dishes stacked, lists repeat.
Little faces call me home,
Needing more than what I’ve shown.
So I sit, so I breathe,
So I give what they still need.
Some things wait, some things end,
But love don’t run when clocks pretend.
I’ll do it later, I always say,
Between the work and yesterday.
I’ll do it later, but later slips,
Like laundry lost between my grip.
I’ll do it later, but days move fast,
And life won’t wait ....It just kicks your ass
Coffee cold, kids awake,
But love won’t let this moment break.
I’ll do it later, but days move fast,
And life won’t wait ....It just kicks your ass

Enjoy a short set of our odd side here: https://soundcloud.com/cookiehot/down-the-rabbit-hole-by-hot-cookie/s-fVUOBBeSu1J?in=cookiehot/sets/down-the-rabbit-hole/s-JCiuoPhlNVx&si=25b61ac586d648308a074d78f217702a&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Please check out our other albums...!soundcloud.com/pinkys-picks/sets/hungry-dogs-new-songs-by-hot/s-CzikZ9wWkN8?si=e995ea5224ea4a9285abf8dfcbd1a7c6&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
All rights reserved and protected by ZproMur LLC, doing business as Pinky's Picks. Copyright 2024 by ZproMur. For cover inquiries and use in films, commercials, or other marketing, promotional, or musical applications of this material in any part, please direct message

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