Yeah Yeah Yeah Heads Will Roll (Atlas Remix)

Star maker behind the lens
Seeing where the music bends
How to make it be seen...
How to make it mean
Each song, a new story to tell
But how to tell it so damn well
To catch the eye the band desires
To earn the nod the world admires
He sketches light, he frames the soul
He makes the broken pieces whole
No red carpet, no applause
Just quiet genius in the cause
Music video, lights and grace
He builds the magic, sets the pace
From storyboard to final cut
He gives the dream its deepest gut
Music video, frame by frame
He never asked for fortune, fame
But every star that ever soared
Was lit by him behind the board
Got it ready, on the set
This take’s the best one yet
Everybody’s locked in sync
He takes a breath, begins to think
Are the lights just right
Are the cables out of sight
Then he says the words that start the flame
The ones that always made his name
He saw the soul behind the song
Knew where the shadows should belong
He gave the stars their perfect frame
But never once chased his own name
He built the stage, he shaped the scene
He made the music truly seen
And though the credits roll too fast
His work, his heart, they always last
Music video, lights and grace
He builds the magic, sets the pace
From storyboard to final cut
He gives the dream its deepest gut
Music video, frame by frame
He never asked for fortune, fame
But every star that ever soared
Was lit by him behind the board

Happy Birthday Jeff ❣️🎂❣️Edwin Balder , Del's Studio Players, Hot Cookie, Tina & Tom , American K-POP Boys, The Indivisibles, Marchello, Ally frank 
and 🎧♨️🎧All Music🎧♨️🎧Thank You For You🎧♨️🎧

Music Video [For Jeff]

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I miss her [prod taymxru]

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i made a deal 
now there's a worm inside my brain
it tells me everything that i need to say 
this song is just another one i hate
this is a song that i didn't even make 
oh well i can't surf but im catching swells 
i wake up and i hear the church bells ringing
ive only got 2 brain cells left singing
whatever will i do, whatever they tell me to    

whatever they tell me to

***i made a deal that i shouldn't have***
***that i shouldn't have***
***that i shouldn't have***
***that i shouldn't have***

***made a deal that i shouldn't have***
***that i shouldn't have***
***that i shouldn't have***
***that i shouldn't have***

i made a deal...
i made a deal...

after all they are s a parasite, they control me till i'm paralyzed
now they're asking me to make another sacrifice
and i'm starting to regret that night, 
i dont think this road leads to paradise 
my head hurts 24/7, the worm tells me that im never getting to heaven 
i ask them if that was an expression
they tell me that im a big part of Armageddon now

i should've asked more questions
i should've asked more

***i made a deal that i shouldn't have***
***that i shouldn't have***
***that i shouldn't have***
***that i shouldn't have***

***made a deal that i shouldn't have***
***that i shouldn't have***
***that i shouldn't have***
***that i shouldn't have***

i made a deal...


WORMFOOD...

chasing

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Es aquí. La cueva de las miradas en el pico más alto.

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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