Yet here in this moment, I feel unseen.
In the shadows of friendship, I fade to gray,
Wondering how to find my way through the fray.
Torn between the yearning for a hand to hold,
And the weight of the truth I’ve been taught to uphold.
"I'm nobody's first choice," rings loud in my mind,
A haunting melody, a cruel twist of time.
I’ll breathe in the moments, embrace the unknown,
Plant seeds of compassion in the garden I’ve grown.
With each step I take, I’ll learn to be kind,
To the girl in the mirror, the one I left behind
I’m breaking the silence, forging my way,
Finding strength in the shadows, come what may
come what may...come what may
I pen down my thoughts like ramblings of a dream,
Pouring out the hurt, letting go of the seam.
No more faking smiles to fit in the mold,
I’m peeling back layers, revealing the bold.
Long-term goals blossom in the depths of my soul,
Guiding me forward, I reclaim control.
Learning to sit with the feelings of doubt,
Not fighting the lonely, but figuring it out.
I’ll breathe in the moments, embrace the unknown,
Plant seeds of compassion in the garden I’ve grown.
With each step I take, I’ll learn to be kind,
To the girl in the mirror, the one I’ve confined.
I’m breaking the silence, forging my way,
Finding strength in the shadows, come what mayAs the seasons keep changing, I’ll learn to be free,
To wrap my arms around the flawed parts of me.
The friendships I seek may not come by at all
But I'll cherish the whispers try to stand and not fall
In solitude’s moonlight, I’ll craft my own song,
Finding beauty in paths that once  felt all wrong.
So here’s to the moments when I feel I’m alone,
To the whispers of wisdom that I’ve now come to own.
Each heart has its rhythm, each life has its dance,
And I'll learn to embrace this imperfect romance.
No more waiting for others to choose me sometime
I’m carving my path through the garden that's  all mine
For I am enough, with dreams yet to bloom,
In the garden of time, I’ll make space for my room.
So I’ll breathe in the moments, embrace the unknown,
Plant seeds of compassion in the garden I’ve grown.
With each step I take, I’ll learn to be kind,
To the girl in the mirror, the one I left behind
I’m breaking the silence, forging my way,
Finding strength in the shadows, come what may.
 come what may
come what may...come what may
As the darkest nights pass, the dawn starts to break,
I’m emerging from silence, I’m learning to wake.
In the arms of my story, I’ll learn how to stand,
With love for myself, I’m finally in hand.
here’s to the journey, to finding my voice,
In a world full of echoes, I’ll make my own choice.
come what may...
come what may...come.. what ...may....

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

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. 

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here: 

https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ


Nobody's First  by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

Vagrant in the sky… no one to follow, no one to cry…
Vagrant in the sky… flew too far, forgot goodbye…
She flew off course one autumn day
The wind was wrong, the clouds gave way
No flock to call, no song to hear
Just empty sky and rising fear
She crossed the lines no map had drawn
Past every place she once belonged
The stars looked down but didn’t speak
And home grew farther every week
Vagrant in the sky…
No one to follow, no one to cry
Vagrant in the sky…
Flew too far, forgot goodbye
She’s a whisper in the wind
A shadow lost, too thin to mend
Vagrant in the sky…
Where do the broken fly?
She found a tree with foreign leaves
A nest of thorns, a bed of grief
No songs like hers, no calls returned
Just silence where her wings had burned
She sang alone to empty air
A melody too lost to share
The sky grew cold, the nights grew long
She faded into someone’s song
She wasn’t meant to die this way
So far from those who knew her name
But vagrants fly where hearts won’t stay
And vanish in the ache of rain
She was the note that missed the chord
The echo no one waited for
She was the verse that broke apart
Still singing with a shattered heart
Vagrant in the sky…
No one to follow, no one to cry
Vagrant in the sky…
Flew too far, forgot goodbye
She’s a whisper in the wind
A shadow lost, too thin to mend
Vagrant in the sky…
Where do the broken fly?
Vagrant in the sky…
Vagrant in the sky…
Vagrant in the sky…
Where do the broken fly…

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

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. 

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here: 

https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Vagrant by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

I was no longer / I’m here but gone
I speak in shadows / I sing in none
No more to yesterday’s fears…
Evaporation… disappears…Johatsu......Evaporation
[Verse 1:long  acoustic dulcimer solo fades in,lush phrasing]
I left no note, no final call
Just faded through the paper wall
The city lights, they blinked too loud
So I dissolved into the crowd
No suitcase packed, no name to claim
Just silence where I used to remain
I walked away from all I knew
And vanished in the morning dew
Evaporation…
I was no longer / I’m here but gone
I speak in shadows / I sing in none
No more to yesterday’s fears
Evaporation… disappears
They’ll say I broke, they’ll say I ran
But I became a different man
Or woman, ghost, or something else
A whisper lost inside itself
I saw the cracks in every face
The shame, the debt, the silent disgrace
So I became the missing line
A verse erased from someone’s time
I wasn’t stolen, wasn’t chased
I chose the fog, I chose erased
I wasn’t weak—I just withdrew
From all the things I couldn’t do
I am the echo in the rain
The name you’ll never speak again
I am the space between the sound
The one who’s lost but never found
I was no longer / I’m here but gone
I speak in shadows / I sing in none
No more to yesterday’s fears
Evaporation… disappears
Evaporation… disappears…Johatsu
Evaporation… disappears…Johatsu
I was no longer… I’m here but gone…Johatsu
Evaporation… disappears…

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

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here:
soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Evaporation by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

Searing timbre / burned in sound
The voice I lost / the one I found
Ashes echo / through the air
I sing what’s gone / I sing what’s there…
I was a whisper in the flame
A name erased, a song untamed
I walked through fire just to feel
If pain was proof that I was real
The chords were cracked, the mic was cold
But still I sang what couldn’t hold
A searing timbre, sharp and true
The kind that cuts and carries through
Searing timbre / voice of mine
Carved in smoke and turpentine
I bled in rhythm, broke in rhyme
But still I sang / I kept the time
Searing timbre / soul on fire
The echo born of lost desire
I sing the scars / I sing the flame
Searing timbre / still my name
I was the silence in the crowd
The note too sharp, the cry too loud
I sang in rooms that wouldn’t hear
But still I burned through every fear
The stage was cracked, the lights were dim
But I was gospel in the hymn
A voice that wouldn’t fade or bend
A song that didn’t need to end
I am the tremble in the steel
The heat beneath what others feel
I am the verse that won’t behave
The echo rising from the grave
I am the sound that won’t be tamed
The fire that sings without a name
I am the timbre, raw and seared
The voice you lost, the one you feared
Searing timbre / voice of mine
Carved in smoke and turpentine
I bled in rhythm, broke in rhyme
But still I sang / I kept the time
Searing timbre / soul on fire
The echo born of lost desire
I sing the scars / I sing the flame
Searing timbre / still my name
Searing timbre… still my name…
Searing timbre… still my name…
Searing timbre… still my name…

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

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here:
soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Searing Timbre by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

He called me his Georgia Pie…
But I was  city born, so I’d wonder why…
He played that harp like a summer sunrise…
Me with my guitar, just trying to try…
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
We met by the river, no stage, no lights
Just a patch of shade and a day done right
I was scribbling verses, chasing a tune
He came drifting in like a breeze in June
Didn’t speak a word, but he played so clear
Notes like stories I needed to hear
His harmonica danced with my strumming hand
And suddenly, I could understand
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
He called me sweet like a southern breeze
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
But I was Brooklyn born, wild and free
Still I sang with him, side by side
The best thing I ever heard in life
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
He played the truth without a plea
He couldn’t speak, not in words or sound
But his melodies spun the world around
He’d nod and hum, then let it fly
A tune that made the pine trees sigh
I asked him once, “Why Georgia Pie?”
He smiled and played a lullaby
I never got the answer clear
But I felt it deep, like music near
He was the verse I couldn’t write
The chord that made the wrong feel right
He was the hush before the storm
The fire that kept my fingers warm
He was the echo in the breeze
The song that brought me to my knees
He was the pie I couldn’t bake
But still I sang for heaven’s sake
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
He called me sweet like a southern breeze
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
But I was city  born, wild and free
Still I sang with him, side by side
The best thing I ever heard in life
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
He played the truth without a plea
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
He disappeared like a morning mist…
But left a song I still resist…
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
The best thing I ever heard in me…

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

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here:
soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Georgia Pie by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

She spins her web in velvet thread
Tells every girl to wait instead
To hold their hearts, to bite their tongues
To dream in cages, die unsung…
She wears a crown of woven lies
Her throne is built on never wondering whys
She tells you love will come in time
If you just wait and toe the line
She paints the sky with patient blue
And says the stars will wait for you
But I have seen the webs she weaves
And all the girls she makes believe
She whispers, “Don’t you chase the flame”
“Don’t speak too loud, don’t stake your claim”
She teaches silence like a song
And says that waiting makes you strong
But I have watched the years go by
The dreams that wilt, the hearts that cry
I’ve heard the hush behind the praise
And seen the light begin to fade
Delay little in this life if you can
Don’t wait for someone else to understand
Run with your fire, sing with your hands
Don’t let her web become your land
Delay little, my sisters,  don't delay
The world won’t wait, it moves away
She’ll tell you stillness is divine
But I say move before you’re out of time
She calls herself the Spider Queen
The keeper of the in-between
She spins her tales in silver thread
And wraps your dreams until they’re dead
She says that love is worth the wait
But never shows you what it takes
She says that time will bring you peace
But only if you never cease
I saw her once in morning light
Her crown was cracked, her veil too tight
She looked at me with hollow eyes
And sang her song of sweet disguise
But I had learned to play my own
To write my name in flesh and bone
To sing before the silence came
To burn before she spoke my name
Delay little in this life if you can
Don’t wait for someone else to understand
Run with your fire, sing with your hands
Don’t let her web become your land
Delay little, my sisters,  don't delay
The world won’t wait, it moves away
She’ll tell you stillness is divine
But I say move before you’re out of time
Delay little… delay little…  don't delay…
She spins her web… but I won’t stay…
Delay little… delay little…  don't delay…
The Spider Queen… fades away…

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

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here:
soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Spider Queen  by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

The one I saw… the one that stayed…
The one I saw… never went away…
I walked down the steps to the edge of the light
Where the water held still like the end of the night
And the sky leaned low, and the silence grew wide
Then the surface broke—and I knew inside…
The water was calm, the water was dark
It held the hush without a mark
The sunset burned in orange and gold
But the quiet was deeper than stories told
Then a flash below, a sudden bite
A ripple rose in fading light
It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t grand
But it moved the world where I chose to stand
It came to me, that wave so small
Insignificant, barely a call
But it touched my feet, and I felt the change
Like something sacred, soft and strange
I didn’t cry, I didn’t run
But I knew the shift had just begun
The one I saw, the one that stirred
opened a song in me I never heard
The one I saw beneath the glass
The moment that would never pass
The ripple that became my name
The silence that was never the same
The one I saw, the one I knew
The one that made the sky turn blue
The one I saw, the one that stayed
The one that never went away
I’ve sung on stages, lit and loud
I’ve chased the cheers, I’ve faced the crowd
But nothing ever moved me more
Than that quiet wave on that quiet shore
It didn’t ask, it didn’t plead
It didn’t promise, didn’t need
It just arrived, and I became
The girl who saw, and knew her name
I was the stillness, I was the stone
I was the one who stood alone
But now I sing with open hands
Because I saw, and understand
It’s not the storm, it’s not the cry
It’s not the fire that fills the sky
It’s just the ripple, soft and true
That says, “I see the world in you…”
The one I saw beneath the glass
The moment that would never pass
The ripple that became my name
The silence that became my flame
The one I saw, the one I knew
The one that made the sky turn blue
The one I saw, the one I stayed
The one that never went away
It’s not the storm, it’s not the cry
It’s not the fire that fills the sky
It’s just the ripple, soft and true
That says, “I see the world in you…”...
I ..see ..the ..world... in you…”

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

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here:
soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

I See The World In You 🌹Tina Talone🌹

Her shadow stretches in the fading light
Every corner feels like it bites
Heart racing, echoes chase her stride
The pavement whispers secrets it keeps
Where danger hides and silence creeps
She walks on glass where the city sleeps
Footsteps echo on the empty street
The wind’s a whisper, the dark’s deceit
Every shadow’s got a story to tell
Some are soft, some drag you to hell
Eyes wide open, head held high
She’s a fortress beneath the sky
But her walls have cracks where fear seeps in
A silent battle she won’t let win
Body bruised but soul unbroken
Every step a word unspoken
They won't steal her fire
No
They won't
She carries the night
She carries her own
Body bruised but soul won’t break
The world’s a storm—she bends, won’t shake
Every scar’s a map
Every tear’s a guide
She walks through fire with the night on her side
Eyes in the crowd, sharp as knives
A map of fear where she survives
Breathing deep, she keeps her pride alive
The streetlights flicker, a hesitant glow
She holds her ground, but they’ll never know
The battles fought where the shadows grow
Keys in hand like a sword she wields
Each corner turned’s another battlefield
Her armor’s thin but her heart’s a flame
Carrying the weight of an unspoken name
The stars above—they watch, they blink
Do they know how close she stands to the brink?
Yet she smiles like the dawn in the coldest night
Her spirit’s a beacon, her fight’s the light
Body bruised but soul unbroken
Every step a word unspoken
They won't steal her fire
No
They won't
She carries the night
She carries her own
Body bruised but soul won’t break
The world’s a storm—she bends, won’t shake
Every scar’s a map
Every tear’s a guide
She walks through fire with the night on her side way]
She is not the silence you mistake for fear
She is not the pause before the tear
She is not the girl who waits to be saved
She is the echo of every brave
She is the rhythm beneath the scream
She is the truth inside the dream
She is the fire that never dies
She is the storm behind the eyes
Body bruised… soul unbroken…
Body bruised… soul unbroken…
Body bruised… soul unbroken…
She walks through fire…
She walks through fire…
She walks through fire…
With the night on her side…
With the night on her side…
With the night on her side…

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

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here:
soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Body Bruised by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

She wasn’t born with a name that sang
But the forest knew her before she came
A child with hands too small to hold
But the strings bent down and made her bold…
[Verse 1: Fingerpicked guitar, slow phrasing, long rhymes]
She found it in a pawnshop case
Dust on the frets, no saving grace
A body bruised, a neck gone dry
But still it hummed when she walked by
She touched it once, it didn’t flinch
The grain was cracked, the bridge a pinch
But something whispered through the stain
A voice that knew her kind of pain
(But something whispered through the stain
A voice that knew her kind of pain)
She took it home, no lessons taught
Just fingers bleeding what she thought
She didn’t strum, she didn’t plead
She let it teach her what she’d need
The chords came slow, the notes came wrong
But still it held her all night long
And in that Mahogany, she found her name
Not carved in fame, but born in flame..a fire that today let's us all know her name( all know her name ...all know her name)
[Verse 2: , bass groove, odd rhyming cadence]
She played for ghosts, for kitchen chairs
For empty rooms and midnight stares
She sang to walls that wouldn’t bend
To lovers who forgot the end
She wrote in ink that wouldn’t dry
She prayed in keys that made her cry
(She wrote in ink that wouldn’t dry
She prayed in keys that made her cry)
But through it all, that guitar stayed
The only thing she never betrayed
It held her close when no one did
It knew the child she kept well hid
It didn’t ask, it didn’t speak
But gave her voice when she felt weak
(It didn’t ask, it didn’t speak
But gave her voice when she felt weak)
She didn’t need a stage or light
Just wood and wire and sleepless night
She didn’t need applause or fame
Just one more song to stake her claim
(She didn’t need applause or fame
Just one more song to stake her claim)
[Bridge: Strip back to guitar and voice, then build with bass riffs]
She was baptized in mahogany( baptized in mahogany)
Not water, not wine, not prophecy
She was saved by sound, by string, by tone
By something built to feel alone
She didn’t rise, she didn’t fall
She just became the sound of all
(She didn’t rise, she didn’t fall
She just became the sound of all)
baptized in mahogany( baptized in mahogany)
The girl, the ghost, the flame, the fight
The one who played to make things right
[Verse 3: emotional phrasing, long rhymes]
Now she stands where silence grows
Where rivers hum and memory flows
She plays for those who never knew
That music’s not what you walk through
It’s what you hold when breath runs thin
When love won’t start, but won’t give in
It’s what you clutch when words betray
When all you’ve got is what you play
(When all you’ve got is what you play)
When all you’ve got is what you play
She doesn’t speak, she doesn’t preach
She lets the notes do what they teach
She lets the wood become her skin
The strings her blood, the sound her sin
She doesn’t bow, she doesn’t beg
She walks with rhythm in her legs
She is the song, the soul, the flame
The one who never played for fame
(never played for fame)
never played for fame
[Outro: Repetitive echoes, fading guitar,  bass heartbeat]
Baptized in mahogany…
She found her truth in melody…
Baptized in mahogany…
She played, and that was all she’d be…
Baptized in mahogany…(Baptized in mahogany)…
Baptized in mahogany…She found her truth ..in ...melody…

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

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here:
soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Baptized in Mahogany by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

#3 co hay tu bao gio 2

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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