This song and others you will find on the "Too Hip For The Room Playlist' are songs I loved but others felt were too outside the mainstream to move to the release stage. Well I saw The Boss was releasing old tracks so why not me. Each song in this collection is loved by the songwriter but so often that is not enough/ Be Well /Do well /Stay safe and know I love you all...EdAll rights reserved by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder(Lyric sheet available on request- Thanks to all the studio players)

The Weight of Two by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

This song and others you will find on the "Too Hip For The Room Playlist' are songs I loved but others felt were too outside the mainstream to move to the release stage. Well I saw The Boss was releasing old tracks so why not me. Each song in this collection is loved by the songwriter but so often that is not enough/ Be Well /Do well /Stay safe and know I love you all...Ed
All rights reserved by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
(Lyric sheet available on request- Thanks to all the studio players)

Black & White by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

STOP FU_KING CRYING by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Edwin H. Balder gives this song's rights free to all no strings BUT rock the solos in your cover..OK!
New York Makes You Live Life   by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Sun hits the Brooklyn Bridge like a spotlight
Bodega coffee steaming in my hand
Sidewalk saxophone starts my morning right
Another magic hour in this promised land

I trade hellos with the newsstand king
His wrinkled hands know every headline's weight
The bagel guy sings off-key to Springsteen
As cream cheese drips on my "I love NY" plate

Hot grease dances on the halal cart grill
While Wall Street taps their Oxford shoes in line
That ballerina rushing to Lincoln Center
Pirouettes around a construction sign


It's another wonderful day in New York
Where every block's a scene from your favorite movie
From Harlem's stoops to SoHo's chalkboard menus
The whole world lives here - crowded and groovy (groovy)
Yeah it's loud, it's proud, it's in-your-face alive
New York  (New York) makes you live life(

 (HERE ARE THE LYRICS WE CUT TO HAVE LONGER SOLOS...FEEL FREE TO ADD THEM IN YOUR COVER...)

he Met steps bloom with TikTok poets
Their rhymes battling taxi horns for air
While downtown, some jazz cat's free-styling
Key changes tangled in her magenta hair

That Ukrainian grandma at Veselka's counter
Winks as she slips me extra pierogi
Across the booth, a Broadway understudy
Practices lines with her latte foam logo

[CHORUS]
It's another wonderful day in New York
Where every block's a scene from your favorite movie
From Harlem's stoops to SoHo's chalkboard menus
The whole world lives here - crowded and groovy (groovy)
Yeah it's loud, it's proud, it's in-your-face alive
New York (New York)  makes you live life electrified

[BRIDGE]
The Empire State blushes pink at twilight
to Washington Square's guitar tip jar delight
That couple's first kiss under Grand Central's ceiling
Mingles with the N train's delay as New York'ers keep dealing

And me? I'm just grinning on this fire escape
Watching eight million stories rewrite their fate
[VERSE 3]
Chinatown's lanterns glow like fallen constellations
As dumpling steam curls into midnight's script
Somewhere in Queens, a salsa band's temptations
Make laundry lines swing in time... shaking hips

The High Line's laughing with stolen first dates
While the Staten Island Ferry winks at Lady Liberty
And deep in some basement, the next big thing's waits
Between a poet, a punk, and New York philosophy 

[OUTRO]
The city hums me to sleep with sirens and guitar
Already dreaming of tomorrow's bagels and battle scars
This messy, magnificent concrete constellation
Where else could all these lights burn into sensation
 New York....( love... New York) ....New.. York..
( love... New York)  love... New York....


Thanks TO : Hot Cookie!

New York Makes You Live Life   by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

When asked and you can't...
Midnight hums in my dim-lit room,
My pen dances, but the chords won’t swoon.
Empty coffee cups, crossed-out lines,
A voice too soft for the spotlight’s shrine.
“Play it louder,” they say with a grin,
But my heart’s a storm buried deep within.
I wear these dreams like a second skin,
But the mirror whispers, “Where do you begin?”
Every “no” is a scratch on my guitar,
Still, I’m tuning hope to a shooting star.
Check back with me on that—
When these melodies crawl out the shadows,
And the words I bleed finally catch.
I’m more than a girl with a notebook heart,
But tonight, the doubt’s a work of art.
Yeah, check back with me on that.
Yeah, ( Yeah Yeah Yeah) check back with me on that.
I’m a symphony half-built, still in combat,
But darling, just… check back with me on that.
I’ve played bars where the crowds don’t stay,
Sang my truth while the jukebox played.
Label suits said, “Smile, rewrite the track,”
But my soul’s a fire that won’t cut slack.
I write anthems for ghosts of my past,
Every chorus a bridge I’m hell-bent to pass.
My hands shake, but the mic won’t tell,
And the road’s a lonelier place to dwell.
I’m a hurricane in a whispered sigh,
Mapping constellations who gives a shit why
Check back with me on that—
When these melodies crawl out the shadows,
And the words I bleed finally catch.
I’m more than a girl with a notebook heart,
But tonight, the doubt’s a work of art.
Yeah, check back with me on that.
Yeah, ( Yeah Yeah Yeah) check back with me on that.
I’m a symphony half-built, still in combat,
But darling, just… check back with me on that.
One day, I’ll crack the radio’s code,
Turn “too delicate” into a crescendo bold.
For now, I’m the echo before the roar,
A phoenix in verses, rising through the floor.
Check back when the world sings along,
My name in the rhythm, my pain in the song.
Check back when the doubts finally fade—
I’ll be the wildfire the shadows made.

I’m a symphony half-built, still in combat,
But darling, just… check back with me on that.
Yeah, check back with me on that.
Yeah, ( Yeah Yeah Yeah) check back with me on that.

Yeah, ( Yeah ....Yeah ......Yeah)............ check..... back..... with me...... on that.......

Link to more of our Singer/songwriter style hits you can cover into fame because of your take!

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Yeah , Check Back by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

We still Put Price stickers on a life left...
What The Price Entails   by Edwin H. Balder

Boxes stacked, tags in place,
Old boots, records, picture frames.
Folks pull up, hands dig deep,
Looking for bargains, looking for keeps.
First to go, the rocking chair,
The one where Mama brushed my hair.
A man holds it, checks the wood,
Says, “I’ll take it, looks real good.”
I nod, I smile, let it go,
Some things fade, some things flow.
But some things ain’t for sale,
Some things hold what words can’t tell.
Some things stay, some things keep,
Some things live where memories sleep.
Some things ain’t for sale,
No matter what the price entails.
A woman lifts a silver frame,
Asks, “How much for this old name?”
It’s Daddy’s face, young and strong,
The man who taught me right from wrong.
I shake my head, pull it back,
Some things don’t fit in paper stacks.
But some things ain’t for sale,
Some things hold what words can’t tell.
Some things stay, some things keep,
Some things live where memories sleep.
Some things ain’t for sale,
No matter what the price entails.
Then I see it, tucked away,
A dusty box from younger days.
Inside, a collar, worn and torn,
From the dog who kept me warm.
Frosty ran till his legs gave out,
Still chasing youth, still chasing doubt.
A man asks, “How much for this?”
I hold it tight, clench my fist.
Some things go, some things trade,
But this one stays, this one stays.
I shake my head, pull it near,
Some things hold what time won’t clear.
But some things ain’t for sale,
Some things hold what words can’t tell.
Some things stay, some things keep,
Some things live where memories sleep.
Some things ain’t for sale,
No matter what the price entails.
Boxes stacked, tags in place,
But some things never leave this space.
some things ........never leave this space.
some.......never.....leave...never leave....never leave

Link to more of our Singer/songwriter style hits you can cover into fame because of your take!
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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

What The Price Entails  by HC & EHB

THIS IS AN OPEN SOURCE SONG WITH OPEN RIGHTS TO COVER!
Shut Up—Let Truth Breathe   An Open Source Cover 4U
by The Indivisibles
Every sunrise, another game 

Another speech, another name 

Words stretched thin, facts turned round 

Another promise hits the ground 

Tell me what’s real, tell me what’s right 

Tell me why every day’s another rewrite 

Tell me why history flips in the shade 

Who’s pulling strings, who’s getting paid? 

Truth don’t bend, truth don’t fade 

But you twist it till it breaks away 

You talk big, you talk loud 

You drown the facts in golden clouds 

Shut up—let truth breathe 

Let the lies sink, let the world see 

If silence holds more honesty 

Then shut up—let truth breathe 

You paint the sky, but it ain’t blue 

Sell the past like it ain’t true 

Rewrite wrongs with empty hands 

Shake the deals and break the lands 

You smile sharp, you grin wide 

You build your empire, you take the side 

You count the coins, you stack the fate 

While every broken man waits too late 

Shut up—let truth breathe 

Let the lies sink, let the world see 

If silence holds more honesty 

shut up—let truth breathe 

How many words till the meaning dies? 

How many spins till the promise lies? 

How many pockets lined so deep 

That the truth ain’t got a voice to keep? 

So stand up, cut through haze 

Let the dark see light in place 

Hold the ground, hold it tight 

Don’t let them sell what should be right 

Shut up—let truth breathe 

Let the lies sink, let the world see 

If silence holds more honesty 

shut up—let truth breathe 

Words stretched thin, facts turned round 

Another promise hits the ground 

shut up—let truth breathe 

shut up—let truth breathe 

shut ...up 

THIS IS AN OPEN SOURCE SONG WITH OPEN RIGHTS TO COVER!
Songwriter Edwin H. Balder...contact by DM for free stems

Shut Up—Let Truth Breathe  An Open Source Cover 4U

endles will is a hill often to high...
Desperate... by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
I swore I'd never go back
Said I'd seen the darkest cracks
Felt the cold steel, kissed the night
But I clawed my way into light
Three years clean, three years whole
Built a life, built control
Counted seconds, counted scars
Kept my hands from reaching far
But tonight the weight sits tall
Something shifts, something calls
One mistake, one misstep
And I feel it claw through my chest
Desperate, desperate
For the silence, for the numb
For the fog to take me under
For the ache to come undone
Desperate, desperate
For the cell where nothing speaks
For the hands that hold me quiet
For the dream where I can't weep
Walk the floor, pace the ground
Thought I'd burned that hunger down
But it's whispering, it's alive
Like a fire I thought had died
Every second, every thought
Every corner where I fought
Fills my lungs, grips my skin
Tells me I could fall again
Desperate, desperate
For the silence, for the numb
For the fog to take me under
For the ache to come undone
Desperate, desperate
For the cell where nothing speaks
For the hands that hold me quiet
For the dream where I can't weep
I know the cost, I know the fall
I know the wreckage when you lose it all
I see the ghosts, I know their lies
And yet I still stare in their eyes
God help me, I still breathe
God help me, I still plead
I should run, I should stay
But the past is calling me today
I touch the door, I hear the sound
Every memory pulling down
One step, one slip
And I lose everything I've kept
Desperate, desperate
For the veil, for the fade
For the mercy of forgetting
For the hollow in the shade
Desperate, desperate
For the silence, for the numb
For the fog to take me under
For the ache to come undone


Link to more of our Singer/songwriter style hits you can cover into fame because of your take!

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All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
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Desperate by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

THIS IS AN OPEN SOURCE SONG WITH OPEN RIGHTS TO COVER!
They Blame the Band An Open Source Cover 4U
by The Indivisibles

Blame the band...Blame the band...
they’re stackin’ gold like gospel truth
cut health and hope and call it proof
wrap hate in flags, then sell it clean
say it’s freedom when it’s just mean
they steal the vote, they shift the blame
they rewrite books, then preach God's name
but point a finger when a singer screams—
like melody’s the real machine
they blame the band for the house goin’ down
while the match still smokes in a tailor-made crown
they silence songs, but not the scam
we see through the suits and sleight of hand
they blame the band—
while the house is burnin’,
they're yellin' at the band
a rich man lies with a polished grin
says “rights are earned”—not born within
the laws get bent to guard the throne
while working hands are stripped to bone
they cut the mic and crank the spin
say peace is weak and greed’s a win
but while they pray to coal and crown,
they fear the words that won’t back down
they blame the band for the fever rise
while auctionin’ truth to the highest lie
they hate the chords that call them out
and twist a verse into a shout
they blame the band—
while justice drowns,
they're throwin’ rocks at sound
we are the verse they can’t erase
the kitchen floor, the picket base
from chain gang fields to coffee shops
we’ve sung beneath their gavel drops
they call us loud
they call us lost
but all we do is count the cost—
of silence sold and songs denied
and kids who fear to just survive
don’t tell me art’s the thing to fear
when hate holds office year to year
we sing not ‘cause we want applause
we sing 'cause someone stole the laws
they blame the band while they gut the land
paint rage as peace with a sleight of hand
but we won’t bend, and we won’t fade
we write the truth they won’t parade
they blame the band—
so we turn it loud
for every voice not allowed
they blame the band...
they blame the band...
but we hold the line,
with a pen in hand
they blame the band—
let 'em try
we’ve always been
the last to die
[hard line instrumental catchy hook]
they blame the band...
they blame the band...
but we hold the line,
with a pen in hand
they blame the band—
let 'em try
we’ve always been
the last to die  the last to die  the ....last.... to ....die


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They Blame the Band by The Indivisibles

This happena .oh yes ...oh yes...
Yeah, I’m In Love With Your Girl   by Tina Talone
yeah, i’m in love with your girl…
not gonna move, not gonna tell
just gonna smile in this private hell
yeah, i’m in love—with your girl
she laughs like bourbon poured on flame
calls me “friend” but don’t know my name
says “you’ve got style,” while you hold her hand
and I nod like I don’t understand
satin silence, breath so near
i toast to love, but sip on fear
the lights go soft, the band plays slow—
and i drown in songs she'll never know
yeah, i’m in love with your girl
with her half-spun truths and cherry curl
with the way she talks in cathedral tones
then leaves me with just skin and bones
no plans to speak, no cause to swirl—
but yeah… i’m in love with your girl
we met by chance at that smoky bar
she ordered gin and stole my scar
she said “your heart’s too wise to play”—
i said “some hearts just lose that way”
she told me tales you never knew
about Paris lights and Spanish dew
she said “don’t worry, love’s not blind”—
then looked at me like she'd changed her mind
yeah, i’m in love with your girl
with her ocean eyes and carousel swirl
with the way she waltzes past my ache
then says “don’t dream”—for both our sake
i never touch, i never twirl—
but damn… i’m in love with your girl
i tried to write it down
in poems drunk on rhyme
but every word said “almost”
and every verse ran out of time
i watch her light your cigarette
while mine just burns alone
and if love means letting go—
then this is carved in stone
i fold your name in creases tight
tuck my hope away each night
she brings me books and says “you’ll win”
then leaves her laugh upon my skin
you call her “babe,” she calls you “true”
i call this life... just something blue
but i won't chase what fate designed—
some loves are meant to stay confined
not gonna move, not gonna tell
just gonna live in this private hell
...yeah...

Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. 
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Yeah, I’m In Love With Your Girl  By Tina Talone

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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