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Virginia Beach

Just Walking Away by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

A featured song in the country musical "Farm To Fame" Soundtrack Album out now here: 
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everything that went down
everything that screwed up
the love we once found
nothing was enough

 

The times we've been through,
now Each step feels new... feels new
Under dark skies we hide,
thinking about how we lied how we lied
now walking with nothing to do
  walking not thinking of you
or times we've been through
thinkin bout things brand new
not walking under dark skies
not walking back imemories of our lives
not waking with no place to go
not walking just for show
Just walking 
Just walking 
Just walking 


(verse )Just waking with nothing to say, to say
seems the right time to walk anyway.
 so hard to walk from one's past the past
echoes of yesterday always last
 walking with nothing to do
  walking not thinking of you
or times we've been through
thinkin bout things brand new
not walking under dark skies
not walking back memories of our lives
not waking with no place to go
not walking just for show
Just walking 
Just walking 
Just walking 

 was everything out of our control, control
where outside Forces took their toll.
Each footstep tracing memory tears those tears
Walking away from all those fears

 I know I gonna be ok get on with life today forget about yesterdayI know I gonna find my wayJust walking 
Just walking 
Just walking 

 walking with nothing to do
  walking not thinking of you
or times we've been through
thinkin bout things brand new
not walking under dark skies
not walking back memories of our lives
not waking with no place to go
not walking just for show
Just walking 
Just walking 
Just walking 
Just walking awayJust walking 
Just walking 
Just walking

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Just Walking Away by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

The Saviour

Cheap Hotels

Leaves The Light On

Miles To Go

She said, "I'm goin' out with my girlfriends
Margaritas at the Holiday Inn"
But oh, have mercy my only thought 
Was tequila makes her clothes fall off

I told her put an extra layer on
I know what happens when she drinks Patrón
Her closet's missin' half the things she bought
Yeah, Tequila makes her clothes fall off

She'll start by kickin' out of her shoes
Lose an earring in her drink
Leave her jacket in the bathroom stall
Drop a contact down the sink

Them pantyhose ain't gonna last too long
If the DJ puts Bon Jovi on
She might come home in a tablecloth
Yeah, tequila makes her clothes fall off
Wa-oh

She can handle any Champagne brunch
A Bridal shower with Barcadi punch
Jello shooters full of Smirnoff
But tequila makes her clothes fall off

She'll start by kickin' out of her shoes
Lose an earring in her drink
Leave her jacket in the bathroom stall
Drop a contact down the sink

She don't mean nothin' she's just havin' fun
Tomorrow she'll say, "oh, what have I done"
Her friends will joke about the stuff she lost
Yeah, tequila makes her clothes fall off

Oh, tequila makes her clothes fall off
Oh, tequila makes her clothes fall off


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Tequila Makes Her Cloths Fall Off

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Und der Wind pfeift

Late September Heart is a quiet story of almosts — the words not said, the looks held a second too long, the song left hanging in the air. Set against a backdrop of worn leather booths and late-night jukebox hum, this track leans into a slow-burning country-blues feel. It’s the kind of song that doesn’t raise its voice, but lingers like smoke — steady, honest, and full of the things we don’t say. For nights when something stirs, even in silence. For what almost was.

Late September Heart erzählt leise von allem, was fast passiert wäre – Worte, die in der Kehle stecken bleiben, Blicke, die zu lange halten, ein Song, der in der Luft hängen bleibt. Der Sound: rau und warm, wie eine Jukebox in einem Diner kurz vor Feierabend. Country-Blues in seiner stillsten Form – ehrlich, zurückgenommen, und voller unausgesprochener Dinge. Für Nächte, in denen etwas bleibt. Auch wenn nichts geschieht.

Late September Heart

No One Tells You When It Starts is about the kind of change that doesn’t make a sound. A street corner, a faded memory, a version of yourself that never quite arrived — this is a story told in fragments. It’s not about the big moments, but the quiet unraveling of what once felt permanent. Some things slip away without warning. And some words stay stuck inside, long after it’s too late to say them.



No One Tells You When It Starts erzählt von den Veränderungen, die still passieren. Eine Straßenecke, eine Erinnerung, eine Version von dir selbst, die nie ganz geworden ist – dieser Song spricht von Momenten, die niemand bemerkt, und doch alles verändern. Nicht das Große, sondern das leise Verschwinden steht im Mittelpunkt. Manches geht, bevor man es merkt. Und manches bleibt ungesagt, bis es zu spät ist.


No one tells you when it starts

Berlin is not a love song.
It’s a memory you can’t hold,
a spark that burned too fast,
a night that felt more real than most days.

This track captures the wild pulse of a moment —
when someone walks into your life like a storm
and leaves before the sky clears.

You were Berlin.
Not the city. The feeling.


Berlin ist kein Lovesong.
Es ist eine Erinnerung, die man nicht festhalten kann,
ein Funke, der zu schnell verglüht,
eine Nacht, die echter war als viele Tage.

Dieser Track fängt den rohen Puls eines Moments ein –
wenn jemand wie ein Sturm ins Leben rauscht
und wieder verschwindet, bevor der Himmel aufreißt.

Du warst Berlin.
Nicht die Stadt. Das Gefühl.

Berlin

You said, “Don’t ask me where I’m from”
Lit a smoke and bit your thumb
Your laugh was sharp, your eyes were wired
A fuse that never once got tired

You moved like you were on parole
Stole my drink, then stole my soul
Said, “This night’s got teeth, don’t blink”
And vanished faster than I think

You were Berlin
Not the city, but the sin
Midnight cigarette grin
Chaos under my skin
You were Berlin
No beginning, no win
Just a storm I ran into
And hoped would never end

We broke a lock to climb a roof
Screamed the stars like it was proof
That some things shine when they’re about to fall
And some don’t need a name at all

Your boots kicked sparks, your voice cut air
You kissed like truth, but didn’t care
Said, “Nothing’s real that lasts too long”
Then vanished in a fading song

You were Berlin
Not the skyline, but the spin
A dare wrapped in a hymn
No mercy, only grin
You were Berlin
No reason, no skin
Just a heat that pulled me in
And left me high as sin

And if you vanish in the morning—
Then Berlin was real for a night

Tell Me Why

BRO