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Quality Flow

Their music is my I-V
Song About An Old Man's Playlist  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
I was Running on Empty, chasing dreams,
when Let It Be taught me what hope means.
I was Helpless, drowning in the haze,
but Lean on Me pulled me through the maze.
The nights stretched long, the road ran steep,
till Bridge Over Troubled Water rocked me to sleep.
Oh, the needle spins, the echoes play,
but the songs that saved me never fade away.
This Playlist, the chapters of my life,
where Feelin’ Alright kept me breathing through the night.
Where Something to Talk About felt like home,
when Take Me Home, Country Roads led me alone.
This Playlist, stitched together with sound,
where the weight of the words always held me down.
I was Tangled Up in Blue, lost in the rain,
then Woodstock called me back again.
I was The Pretender, running blind,
but Doctor My Eyes taught me to find
the road that stretched beyond my fall,
when Let’s Stay Together answered the call.
Oh, the chorus lifts, the melody stays,
but the songs that saved me never fade away.
This Playlist, the chapters of my life,
where Feelin’ Alright kept me breathing through the night.
Where Something to Talk About felt like home,
when Take Me Home, Country Roads led me alone.
This Playlist, stitched together with sound,
where the weight of the words always held me down.
I was Nick of Time, standing on the edge,
then I Will Survive whispered, “Take another step.”
I held the line through every song,
when Against the Wind kept me strong.
Not in gold records or flashing signs,
but in the tremor of a chord that still aligns.
Fire and Rain saw the worst in me,
then Let Your Love Flow set my heart free.
Dreams gave me wings when I was torn,
while Forever Young kept my soul reborn.
Some songs walk beside you, some make you stay,
some sing you home when you’ve lost your way.
This Playlist, the roads where I’ve been,
where the verses let me begin again.


The best cross section playlist of our work with new releases added at the end each week:

 https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/future-hits-4u-here?si=df2f5fac47e74c1583a329f4cf12fe51&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing



All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Song About An Old Man's Playlist  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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SINGLE DROP. IF SOMEONE ADDS IT INTO SOME PLAYLISTS I WOULD BE REALLY APRRECIATED <3

LIL MAN

Written & Performed By: Ahmed Hosny HD
(HD) Original vision
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Ahmed Hosny HD | أحمد حسني - حُكم القلب

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Written & Performed By: Ahmed Hosny HD
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Ahmed Hosny HD |  أحمد حسني - هي فوضى

Written & Performed By: Ahmed Hosny HD
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Ahmed Hosny HD | إتك عليا سيكا (RAP- FREESTYLE)

everyone is perfect in this world and i want everyone too stay true. too all of you're dreams and rise too what you love 

Bodtke - Rising Star  (Official Audio)⭐

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A love that was never on track...
Hopin' On A Train by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
We planted oaks the spring we married,
Took out loans on thirty acres,
She'd hum hymns hangin' up the wash,
I'd kiss the sweat off of her neck—
Lord, we were young
And the dirt was soft as a prayer.
Now I'm leanin' 'gainst this station wall,
Watchin' conductors make their calls,
Every whistle cuts like that screen door slam,
Hopin' her shadow might walk out again—
But the platform stays bare,
And I'm wonderin' if she's even aware...
The bank man came with papers folded,
That last drought took all the cotton,
She took a job at Ray's Diner,
Started smokin' by the river—
One Tuesday evenin'
Her apron hung empty on the chair.
Now I'm leanin' 'gainst this station wall,
Watchin' conductors make their calls,
Every whistle cuts like that screen door slam,
Hopin' her shadow might walk out again—
But the platform stays bare,
And I'm wonderin' if she's even aware...
Steel wheels screech like a barn owl cryin',
I'm squintin' through the dust and siding,
Some blonde woman waves from Car 9,
I'm runnin' tracks, losin' my mind—
Was that her hand?
Was that our old suitcase she carried? 
Maybe that's her perfume in the coal smoke,
Maybe this hope's just the whiskey talkin',
The tracks stretch north where the cold wind blows—
She always said that's where she'd go...
Now I'm crumblin' on this station floor,
Conductor says "Ain't no more..."
That whistle fades like her last goodbye,
And all I'm left with is this lonesome "why?"—
Was that her there?
Or just the ghost I'll always chase somewhere...
Is that her...
In that blue dress swayin'?
Is that her...
Turnin' to face me?
Is that her...
Or just the night air playin'?


Link to best of our country hits that you can cover to get to the top... https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/country-hits-you-might-need?si=307edea8be674dc3bedee9345a814080&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Hopin' On A Train by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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

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We are ophsag. I want to bring puzzles of my understanding of reality into this world. Here I will share special demo versions or tracks. Write if you want to cooperate. Prod by. kinderyessir, mixing by Criswaitor, cover by me.

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Meet Hot Cookie, the wonder that’s redefining cool with a fresh blend of reflective lyrics and acoustic-driven power. Our sound is the heartbeat of today's music scene, capturing the essence of raw emotion and musical artistry. With every track, we aim to elevate your listening experience, offering melodies that resonate and lyrics that linger. Get ready to be swept away by Hot Cookie, where every note is a testament to our passion and every song a journey!....Social Contact: https://x.com/HotCookieMusic

Oph&Sag|9.13
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Criswaitor

Beginning artist.
Watch me grow<3
TT and X: LuvfromOlay
“WHOTHEFXCKISVERNON” coming to all major platforms in a few days :)

Known before as Dennis Wrld, Roulitez, and Zero every name I’ve used has been part of the journey.
Now, I’m focused on building a future through the one thing that’s always stayed real: music.

I’m chasing my dreams no matter what anyone says.
This is more than just a track it’s a piece of who I am.
To everyone out there, I see you. I love you. We’re all just living day by day, doing our best to make it through.

If you're feeling this, ride with me.
This is just the beginning.

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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