Petals to Ashes

From You

Hight As Fuk

Years sometimes to fix 'em
Cracked Windshield Work-around  Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
That rock came flyin’ off a gravel truck
Left a star in the glass with a spider’s touch
Now every bump makes the cracks run wild
Like the debts in his pocket, piling high
Cracked windshield, broken view
Every mile just warps the truth
Can’t afford the fix, can’t stop the ride
So he squints through the damage, prays for light
He tried the glue, tried the tape last week
But the rain got in and the cold got deep
Each turn he takes, the splinters grow
Like the lies from the boss on the radio
Cracked windshield, broken view
Every mile just warps the truth
Can’t afford the fix, can’t stop the ride
So he squints through the damage, prays for light
The sun hits wrong in the afternoon
Blinds him bad where the fractures bloom
Same as the bills in the glovebox hide
Same as the dreams he used to drive
One day it’ll shatter—he knows it’s true
But the rent’s due first and the kid needs shoes
So he leans in close to the steering wheel
And trusts the road more than how he feels
Cracked windshield, fractured sight
Left lane’s rough but the right ain’t right
He could pull over, let the world win
But broken glass won’t stop the engine
The defrost hums like a lonesome tune
As new cracks branch toward the moon
He’ll drive all night with his shaky view
“Ain’t the first thing broke that still got use”

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Cracked Windshield Work-around by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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Fast Life

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Recuerdanos

Don't Give Up [Prod. Lil Fari]

On My Way [Prod. bwser]

Jeff Hardy [Prod. sammyboy!]

Still Fresh [Prod. C Fre$hco]

When you were here before, couldn't look you in the eye
You're just like an angel, your skin makes me cry
You float like a feather in a beautiful world
I wish I was special, you're so fuckin' special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here

I don't care if it hurts, I wanna have control
I want a perfect body, I want a perfect soul
I want you to notice when I'm not around
You're so fuckin' special, I wish I was special

But I'm a creep, I'm a weirdo
What the hell am I doin' here?
I don't belong here
Oh-oh, oh-oh

She's runnin' out the door
She's runnin' out
She run, run, run, run
Run

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Belly of The Beast [Prod. Rxkz]

Just tryna make it from were I live Fort smith AR with my guys and become something bigger and do a lot of things. Also SUBSCRIBE ME ON YOUTUBE AND LISTEN AS WELL POOTY WALKER pooty walker. Coming from Fort Smith Arkansas if u ever get interested an music contact me 4792593887 .ALSO FOLLOW MY FB PAGE Dion Walker & IG anxietyvibezz

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E-mail : frost68321@gmail.com

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

A journey in time, no a journey in motion ,life is a game, and this moments the focus. Open ears, open eyes, open arms, open hearts will lead to the light and help u see in the dark
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