We parked the truck by the old boat ramp
She kicked her shoes off in the sand
Six years old, chasing seagulls wild
Still thinks the world is kind and mild
I held her hand, she held my trust
The sky was burning gold and rust
She said, “Daddy, why you look so sad?”
I said, “Let’s walk, I’ll tell ya, sweetheart”
There’s something I gotta tell ya
It’s gonna change the way things are
But it don’t mean we love you less
It don’t mean we’ve gone too far
Mom and me, we tried our best
But some things break, no matter how you bless
There’s something I gotta tell ya
And I’m telling you with all my heart
She stopped and stared at the setting sun
Said, “Will you still tuck me in when the day is done?”
I said, “Always, baby, just not every night
But I’ll be there when the stars feel right”
She asked, “Did I do something wrong?”
I said, “No, honey, you’ve been strong
Sometimes grown-ups lose their way
But love like yours will always stay”
There’s something I gotta tell ya
It’s gonna change the way things are
But it don’t mean we love you less
It don’t mean we’ve gone too far
Mom and me, we tried our best
But some things break, no matter how you bless
There’s something I gotta tell ya
And I’m telling you with all my heart
She leaned her head against my side
Said, “I’ll still draw pictures of us inside”
I said, “That’s good, baby, keep that light
It’ll help us both sleep better at night”
We watched the sun dip down below
The water caught its final glow
She whispered, “Daddy, I still love you so”
And I said, “Me too, more than you’ll ever know”

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Something I Gotta Tell Ya

A Modern Country tribute to the late conservative commentator and personality, Charlie Kirk (Rest In Peace),by the group, Thaxton.
Produced, recorded, mixed, and mastered at Music 7 Studios.

Wish You Were Still Here

Wish You Were Still Here (An Ode to Charlie Kirk)

I’m the spark in the dark that you can’t unsee
A flame in the corner burnin’ just for me
The cards are on the table
No tricks to play
You’re dealin’ with the real
Babe
No runaway
Real deal
Can’t fake this thrill
Long low nights
Time stands still
Real deal
Just take the wheel
I’m the dream you chase
The void you fill
Whiskey whispers in a glass half full
Echoes linger
Your heartbeat pulls
Every step closer
The shadows sway
You’re caught in my orbit
No escape today
Eyes like magnets
Drawin’ you in
A slow burn game
But I play to win
Real deal
Can’t fake this thrill
Long low nights
Time stands still
Real deal
Just take the wheel
I’m the dream you chase
The void you fill
I walk the line but it bends and sways
Every step a dance in a smoky haze
You look at me
Your eyes a dare
A velvet trap
I’m caught
I swear
You’re the real deal
The fire I feel
Slow burn
No rush
Let’s seal the deal
You’re the real deal
I’m losing control
Take me under
Heart and soul

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Real Deal By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

While you wait for Mr. Right, can we walk a while?
Down that old trail where we both always smile
I know we’ve always been just friends
No need to circle back again
But while you wait for something better on your plate
I hope I can share a little friendly  ...not a date......
While you wait for Mr. Right, can I make you laugh?
Tell you stories from the crooked path
I’ve seen love fall and rise like dust
But you’re the one I always trust
So if he’s late, or lost in pride
I’ll be the maybe that stays by your side
While you wait for Mr. Right, I won’t pretend
But I’d be lying if I said I don’t depend
On the way you light up quiet rooms
On the way you sing old forgotten tunes
So if you’re just passing time tonight
Let me be your soft, quite- not Mr. right
While you wait for Mr. Right
I’ll be here, holding on tight
Not to steal, not to sway
Just to walk you through the day
While you wait for love to land
I’ll be your maybe, not your man
But maybe’s got a little fight
While you wait for Mr. Right
He’s got the looks, the car, the charm
But does he know your favorite song?
Does he ask how your mama’s been?
Or just talk about his wins?
I’m not perfect, I’m not bold
But I’d never leave your heart cold
While you wait for Mr. Right
I’ll be here, holding on tight
Not to steal, not to sway
Just to walk you through the day
While you wait for love to land
I’ll be your maybe, not your man
But maybe’s got a little fight
While you wait for Mr. Right
So if someday you look my way
And see more than a friend who stayed
I’ll be ready, boots and heart
To play the part I couldn’t start
While you waited for Mr. Right
I learned how to love you right
love you...(love you)....love you...(love you)...right

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Mr. Right By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

This is the first song that I wrote for and about Billie Gayle after we lost touch. It was 40 years ago, so I have a hard time remembering what happened. I think we both just went our own separate ways. But I'll never forget her, or what we shared, and I miss her to this very day.  

Forever

It’s an informed tradeoff, not a fall
I left the comfort for the flame
I knew the cost before the call
I didn’t flinch, I took the blame
I took it all, I took it all
I gave up ease to chase the sound
I traded quiet for the brawl
I lost some friends but gained the ground
I walked alone but felt what’s right
I let the silence be my guide
I sang to stars that blinked at night
I kept my fire, I kept my pride
I gave up answers for the line
The rhyme was crooked, but it rang
I let go time to make it mine
I played for ghosts that never sang
I lost some nights to louder bars
I gained a voice that cuts and gleams
I found my home beneath the stars
I built my truth from broken dreams
I didn’t beg, I didn’t bend
I didn’t wait for fate to call
I learned to lose without the end
I learned to rise without the fall
It’s an informed tradeoff, not a fall
I knew the cost before the call
I gave what I could, I kept what I must
I built my life on sound and trust
It’s not regret, it’s not defeat
It’s choosing fire over concrete
It’s knowing pain, but still you play
It’s walking out and not away
I didn’t fall—I made the trade
I didn’t break—I bent, I stayed
I didn’t run—I changed my pace
I didn’t beg—I gave it grace
I didn’t lose—I let things go
I didn’t fade—I learned to glow
I didn’t quit—I made a stand
I held the note with my own hand
It’s an informed tradeoff… not a fall
I knew the cost before the call
It’s an informed tradeoff… not a fall
And I’d do it all again… fuck it all.... 

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F_ck It All by Edwin H. Balder

Sorry if I’m sentimental tonight
Things passed down hit me just right
The medals my grandpa won
Still shine like a morning sun
Mom’s painting of that amber sky
Still makes me stop and wonder why
Uncle John’s old Martin guitar
Still hums like a ghost from afar
{Lead Vocal + Light Harmony Low octave]
Dad’s overcoat, stiff with years
Still smells like work and quiet tears
The church pew he carved by hand
Still holds the weight of where we stand
I’m not the crying kind, you know
But these things—they make it show
They pull me back to who I was
To who they were, to what love does
Things passed down
Not just wood and cloth and sound
They’re fingerprints on time
They’re the chorus behind the rhyme
They’re the proof that someone stayed
When the rest began to fade
They’re the reason I still try
Even when I don’t know why
The dog tags in that rusted tin
Still echo where he’s always been
The boots with worn-out soles
Still walk me through their roles
The letters tucked beneath the bed
Still speak from voices long since dead
And every time I hold them near
I feel the ones I still hold dear
I saw Dad watching me tonight
Didn’t say much
Just nodded
Like he knew
That I finally understood
What he’s been carrying
All these years
Without a word
Without a break
Without asking for anything
I’m not soft—I’m just aware
That love lives in the things we wear
In the tools, the tunes, the tears
In the quiet passing of the years
I’m still the man they raised to fight
But I’m the man who knows what’s right
And if I cry, it’s not for show
It’s for the ones who made me so
Things passed down
Not just wood and cloth and sound
They’re fingerprints on time
They’re the chorus behind the rhyme
They’re the proof that someone stayed
When the rest began to fade
They’re the reason I still try
Even when I don’t know why
Things passed down
Not just wood and cloth and sound
They’re fingerprints on time
They’re the chorus behind the rhyme
They’re the proof that someone stayed
When the rest began to fade
They’re the reason I still try
Even when I don’t know why

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Things Passed Down written by Edwin H. Balder

Rolling one for Willie
While the sun dips low
Thinking ‘bout the voices
That taught me how to go
John Prine with a crooked grin
Taught me how to write from within
Jerry Jeff with a worn-out hat
Showed me where the wild ones sat
Hank sang pain like it was gold
Patsy made the heartbreak bold
Charlie Pride with velvet fire
Lit the truth and raised it higher
Chet picked notes like falling rain
Made me feel the joy and strain
And Willie—he just stayed the course
With a song, a soul, and a beat-up voice
Rolling one for Willie
And all the ones who came before
They gave me rhythm, gave me reason
Gave me something to adore
Rolling one for Willie
And the stories that they told
They made me sing, they made me swing
They made this boy's  country rock and roll
I walked through Memphis in my boots
Heard the echoes in the roots
I rode that midnight Georgia train
Felt the gospel in the rain
I thanked the Lord for country boys
For banjos, barns, and backroad noise
I played the chords they left behind
And found my voice in every line
They weren’t perfect, they weren’t saints
But they gave me songs, gave me paints
To color life in shades of truth
To write the blues into my youth
Now I sit beneath the stars
With a pen, a pick, and a few old scars
And every time I light one up
I raise their names can' get enough
Rolling one for Willie
And all the ones who came before
They gave me rhythm, gave me reason
Gave me something to adore
Rolling one for Willie
And the stories that they told
They made me sing, they made me swing
they showed me wonders music can hold
Here’s to the ones who taught me how
To sing the truth and take a bow
To write it raw, to play it clean
To chase the light behind the screen
Rolling one for Willie
And the legends in my soul
They made me whole
They made me whole
Rolling one for Willie
And the legends in my soul
They made me whole  ooooh
They made me whole  ooooh
They made me whole 

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Rolling One for Willie written by Edwin H. Balder

Her name was Margaret Lee
Taught the kids near Abilene
Twenty hearts in a one-room box
Books and chalk, no need for locks
She believed in better days
In spelling words and honest praise
But the prairie burned one night
And the stars went out of sight
Raiders came with torches high
Laughter sharp as steel and sky
By morning, ash and silence reigned
The school was gone, no children remained
The sheriff shrugged, and some moved on
But Margaret’s light was dead and gone
She cut her hair, she packed her gun
And rode into the setting sun
Lady Ghost, pale as dawn
Riding where the law was gone
She didn’t preach, she didn’t plead
She took revenge her only need
Lady Ghost, no badge, no name
But every outlaw knew  'bout her aim
She taught the West  its final lessions
she carved her justice  in revenge blessings
One by one, the names fell cold
Five men found on trails of old
Each one tied to that dark night
Each one met her silent fight
No trial, no jury, no parade
Just whispers where their bodies laid
A pistol drawn with preacher’s grace
as Margaret’s eyes went every place
She never taught again, they say
But mothers still recall that day
When justice wore a woman’s face
And rode the plains with-out a trace
She didn’t ask for songs or fame
She didn’t need a hero’s name
She just became what truth required
A ghost with grit, a soul on fire
Lady Ghost, pale as dawn
Riding where the law was gone
She didn’t preach, she didn’t plead
She took revenge her only need
Lady Ghost, no badge, no name
But every outlaw knew  'bout her aim
She taught the West  its final lessions
she carved her justice  in revenge blessings
She carried books, not bullets
Till the world burned down her light
Then she carried what was needed
And she never missed at night
She didn’t ride for glory
She didn’t ride for gold
She rode for twenty voices
That never would grow old
Lady Ghost, still rides the wind
Where silence speaks and stories bend
She made her law, she made it last
She taught the West, then rode on past
Lady Ghost…
Lady Ghost…
Lady Ghost…
She taught the West, then rode on past


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Lady Ghost written by Edwin H. Balder

He was born where the fences end
Where the sky don’t bend, and the trails descend
Had a horse with a crooked gait
And a past he never could quite shake
He didn’t talk about the war
Or the girl who slammed that screen door
But he kept that rope by his side
Like a promise he never had to hide
He rode through storms that split the plains
Through cattle runs and busted reins
Saved a boy from a flood one spring
Pulled him out with a quiet swing
He never bragged, never asked for cheers
Just tipped his hat and disappeared
But every time he made a save
You’d see that rope stretch, taut and brave
It’s what holds a man when the world won’t stay
What pulls him back when he’s lost his way
It’s the thing he throws when words fall short
The silent bond, the final resort
It’s not a weapon, it’s not a chain
It’s the thread that runs through joy and pain
It’s what holds a man
When nothing else can
It’s what holds a man
that rope .. what holds a man
When nothing else can
He tied down dreams and broken wheels
Fixed the things that time reveals
He looped it round a runaway steer
save the stock from from thunder and  fear
He said, “You don’t need much to stand
Just a good horse and a steady hand”
And when the wind began to howl
He’d cinch life down tight and ride it out
when it was time he left his saddle by the stream
rope well worn, like a fading dream
And folks still talk in the canyon towns
Of the man who never let folks down
Who held the line when others fled
And left a trail of lives he led
It’s what holds a man when the world won’t stay
What pulls him back when he’s lost his way
It’s the thing he throws when words fall short
The silent bond, the final resort
It’s not a weapon, it’s not a chain
It’s the rope that runs through joy and pain
It’s what holds a man
When nothing else can
It’s what holds a man
that rope .. what holds a man
When nothing else can
He didn’t need a crowd or fame
Just something strong that knew his name
And every time the wind gets loud
I swear... I see him.... rope the clouds....(rope) ....rope the clouds....every time the wind gets loud
I swear... I see him.... (rope) ....rope the clouds....rope the clouds....

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Rope written by Edwin H. Balder

You stir your coffee like you’re buying time
I ask a question, you dodge my sign
We used to talk like songs were air
Now you just hum around here and there
I’m not accusing, I’m not cold
But I’m not young, and I’m not sold
On waiting for a maybe smile
While the years stack up in a crooked pile
We used to dance in kitchen light
Now we scroll through silent night
You say you’re tired, I say I’m fine
But we both know we’re toeing the line
I’m not asking for a perfect plan
Just a little truth, just where you stand
Do we build, do we burn
Do we stay, do we turn?
What we want from here on
Isn’t written in a song
It’s not a whisper or a breeze
It’s not a tease
It’s the way you look at me
When I ask if you still believe
It’s the way you hold  open the door
Like you’re  wanting more....wanting more
I’ve been writing verses in my head
While you’ve been quiet in our bed
I’m not mad, I’m not gone
But I’m not sure how long I’ll hold on
If you don’t speak, if you don’t try
Then maybe this was our goodbye
You used to laugh before you answered
Now you pause like truth’s a cancer
I used to sing, you used to sway
Now so silent most days
I’m not the man who needs applause
But I need more than what this was
I need a sign, not just a sigh
I need a reason not to lie
So here we are, two cups gone cold
Two hearts unsure, two hands not bold
I’ll play this tune one final time
If you don’t join, I’ll drop the rhyme
I’ll walk away, I’ll let it be
But I’ll still sing... what you meant to me....
I didn’t write this to win you back.
I wrote it because I had to.
Because silence was louder than the chords.
Because love deserves a melody,
even.. if it’s the last one... we share.....love deserves a melody,
even.. if it’s the last one... we share..


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From Here On written by Edwin H. Balder

Move In Time

86 bpm - guitar , bass , banged objects and a load of cowhide !
uploaded to Amazing radio , Mon , 27th Oct ' ' 25

Dancing on a Friday night

The First Truth

The Amazing Bull-Shitter !

Just me and the guitar again.
No clock, no paycheck, no plan.
Just the rhythm of dreams that won’t give up.
I wrote it like it mattered—every word, a shot in the dark.
Like someone out there was waiting for this spark.
But the room stayed quiet, not a whisper, not a sound.
And the inbox stayed empty, no magic to be found.
Still I stayed, chasing truth in the lines,
Trying to find myself in the silence behind.
They say go big or go home, roll the dice.
But what if home is where the dream feels right?
What if the echo is all we ever need—
A quiet kind of anthem, planted like a seed?
It’s all play, no work, no boss, no demand.
Just heart on the sleeve and a mic in my hand.
I keep hoping this one’s the one that breaks through—
But even if it is,
Who’s gonna hear it?
Who’s gonna care?
I still sing it loud
Because I wrote it for me,
And that’s the only thing that sets me free.
I tried the build—big drums, strings that soar,
A chorus made to shake the floor.
But it felt like someone else’s dream,
So I stripped it down to the bones and the beam.
Just me, the wood, the wire, the truth I own—
Even if it never leaves this room alone.
They say make it catchy, make it clean and tight.
But I’d rather make it honest, even if it’s slight.
Even if it never leaves this space,
I’ll keep singing with grace.
It’s all play, no work, no map, no scheme.
All soul, no script, just the dream I dream.
I keep hoping this one’s the one that takes flight—
But even if it is,
Who’s gonna hear it?
Who’s gonna care?
I still sing it proud
Because I wrote it for me,
And that’s the only thing that sets me free.
I’ve met the ones who made it, seen their eyes.
They smile like it’s easy, but they still chase the highs.
We all want the same thing—
To be heard, to be held,
To be remembered for something that felt like ourselves.
So I’ll keep writing, whether it lands or not.
Even if the chorus never hits the spot.
Because the song is my home, my place to be—
And I live in the lines that set me free.]
It’s all play, no work, no name in lights.
All fire, no fame, just sleepless nights.
I keep hoping this one’s the wind that lifts—
But even if it is,
Who’s gonna hear it?
Who’s gonna care?
I still sing it raw
Because I wrote it for me,
And that’s the only thing that lets me breathe.
Just me and the guitar again.
And it’s enough.

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Just me and the guitar again

I’ve been down roads they wrote songs about.
And I’ve still got the scars to prove it.
I had my boots on, ready to roll,
Like Luke Bryan said, “That’s my kind of night.”
But the party wore thin and the neon got cold,
And I learned real fast what goodbye feels like.
Carrie warned me, “Before he cheats,”
But I was too proud to see the signs.
Now I’m staring at a barstool seat,
Trying to rewrite the ending line.
Luke Combs said, “Beautiful crazy,”
But I chased the wrong kind of wild.
Blake kept it “God’s Country,”
While I lost mine for a smile.
I’m built from hooks, from heartbreak lines,
From outlaw truths and borrowed rhymes.
Morgan said, “I had me a good one,”
But I let her slip through my hands.
Johnny walked the line, and I crossed it.
Waylon rode the wind, and I lost it.
Willie said, “Blue eyes crying,”
And I cried too, but I kept driving.
This ain’t just a song—it’s where I’ve been.
I’m built from hooks, and I’m singing again.
Dolly said, “Jolene,” and I knew her name—
She danced through my life like a flame.
I tried to hold her, tried to change,
But some hearts ain’t meant to stay.
I’ve been the fool, I’ve been the fight,
I’ve been the man who stayed too late.
But I’ve also been the one who writes
The kind of song that won’t fade.
Morgan Wallen said, “7 Summers,”
And I’ve wasted more than that.
But I’ve got a voice, I’ve got a number,
And I’m dialing back my past.
I’m built from hooks, from heartbreak lines,
From outlaw truths and borrowed rhymes.
Morgan said, “I had me a good one,”
But I let her slip through my hands.
Johnny walked the line, and I crossed it.
Waylon rode the wind, and I lost it.
Willie said, “Blue eyes crying,”
And I cried too, but I kept driving.
This ain’t just a song—it’s where I’ve been.
I’m built from hooks, and I’m singing again.
Every chorus I ever loved
Was a mirror I couldn’t face.
But now I sing with every breath
Like redemption’s in the bass.
I’m not just quoting legends—
I’m living what they wrote.
And every line I steal
Is the truth I never spoke.
I’m built from hooks, from heartbreak lines,
From outlaw truths and borrowed rhymes.
Morgan said, “I had me a good one,”
But I let her slip through my hands.
Johnny walked the line, and I crossed it.
Waylon rode the wind, and I lost it.
Willie said, “Blue eyes crying,”
And I cried too, but I kept driving.
This ain’t just a song—it’s where I’ve been.
I’m built from hooks, and I’m singing again.
Dolly said, “I will always love you.”
And I finally believe that’s true

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Built From Hooks

67 bpm - nylon strung guitar , Bass and vocal 

Sitting on my own , ( looking for sunny thoughts )

Hi I'm Ben McCraw, the owner and operator of Music 7 Studios, a full-service recording studio located in Myrtle, Mississippi (Southeastern U.S.). 
We are currently accepting clients for mixing and mastering work so drop us a line at the website link below!

The official Soundcloud Page for Music 7 Studios is the home for music from Ex, Detestur, Natasha, and more. 

Our Motto: keep music in your heart and soul, create your own inner peace and make this world a better place!

I write songs for the haunted, the hopeful, and the ones who still ache. These aren’t tracks—they’re testimonies. If you’ve ever loved and lost, scroll no further.

Rooted in emotional clarity and cinematic depth, I create music not for the charts, but for the moments in between—when silence begs for understanding and melody carries the words we can’t quite say. Every track is written with intention, produced with nuance, and shaped by a relentless pursuit of honesty. No gimmicks, no templates—just songs built to resonate long after the final note.

From timeless orchestral movements to progressive rock textures, I don’t follow trends—I follows truth. And when the world gets loud with noise, my work leans into stillness, offering solace to anyone still listening with both ears and heart.

Welcome to the other side of music—the side that means something.

Welcome to my World . I am an acoustic guitarist ,bass player,vocalist and songwriter. All the Midi stuff is written on Sibelius Software and saved as Midi . I would like to team up with other musicians, if you fancy it , message me .Everyone is welcome . Just bring yourself , an open heart and mind .

Songwriter / AI original songs
All music and words copyrighted

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

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