I was twenty-three with a half-tank dream
Runnin’ from ghosts and gasoline
Had a map with coffee stains
And a heart that couldn’t outrun pain
Pulled into a diner off I-10
Met a waitress with a crooked grin
She said, “Every man hits a crossroad in their life
most for love, and she said for that I got no advice
I’d been offered deals and nashville lights
Fast-track fame and sleepless nights
But I kept hearin’ my daddy’s drawl
Sayin’, “Son, not every rise is worth the fall.”
So I turned down the record man
Took a gig with a local band
Played for tips and second chances
In bars where truth still dances
There’s a fork in the dust
(There’s a fork in the dust)
Where the wind don’t trust
And the signs all fade with time
You can chase the gold
(You can chase the gold)
Or hold what’s old
But you can’t ride both lines
Every choice leaves a scar
Every mile tells who you are( who you are)who you are
There’s a fork in the dust
And it don’t wait long
so do your best with every dam song (every dam song)
every dam song
do your best with... every.... dam .......SONG!
Met a girl with a voice like summer rain
She sang of loss that keeps comm'en back again
We wrote a song ‘bout broken roads
And how some hearts just don’t ever know
She asked me once, “Would you trade this life
For a mansion, fame, and a trophy wife?”
I said, “I’d rather sleep in a truck bed cold
Than drown in music not from my soal
we get older, boots get  worn thin
yet Still chasin’ chords in desert wind
 made mistakes, let folks down
But I never sold-out.. my hometown sound
And when the young ones ask me why
I didn’t climb that corporate sky
I say, “The stars ain’t worth the climb
If you lose your soul ....and I still got mine   still got mine...still got mine
There’s a fork in the dust
(There’s a fork in the dust)
Where the wind don’t trust
And the signs all fade with time
You can chase the gold
(You can chase the gold)
Or hold what’s old
But you can’t ride both lines
Every choice leaves a scar
Every mile tells who you are( who you are)who you are
There’s a fork in the dust
And it don’t wait long
so do your best with every dam song (every dam song)
every dam song
do your best with... every.... dam .......SONG!
 if you’re standin’ where I stood
Choose the road that feels like it should
Not polished stone or silver lies
But the one where truth still rides
There’s a fork in the dust
(There’s a fork in the dust)
Where the wind don’t trust
And the signs all fade with time
You can chase the gold
(You can chase the gold)
Or hold what’s old
But you can’t ride both lines
Every choice leaves a scar
Every mile tells who you are( who you are)who you are
There’s a fork in the dust
And it don’t wait long
so do your best with every dam song (every dam song)
every dam song
do your best with... every.... dam .......SONG!

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

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Thanks so much to Del and the Team
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Fork in the Dust written by Edwin H. Balder

I watched myself play an old man’s tune
In a bar that smelled like dust and June
The walls were cracked, the lights hung low
The jukebox dead, the clock too slow
My fingers knew what time forgot
Each string a scar, each fret a thought
The stool was crooked, the mic was shy
But I sang like truth was passing by
He sat alone, that man I knew
Long white hair and a soul gone blue
His guitar spoke in broken tones
Of lovers lost and unpaid loans
He didn’t smile, he didn’t cry
Just let the chords drift up and die
And in that hush, I saw myself
Not chasing fame, just chasing help
The last chord played still echoes loud
In every heart that’s faced a crowd
Of empty chairs and silent walls
Of dreams that rise and then they fall
The last chord played, it stays, it stays
In smoky bars and yesterday’s
It’s not the fame, it’s not the stage
It’s what you sing when you’ve turned the page
I saw my youth in him that night
A boy with fire, a man with fight
We shared a song, we shared a breath
We played like love could cheat on death
No one clapped, no one knew
But something old became brand new
And when I left, I took his sound
A melody that won’t back down
It’s not the notes, it’s not the rhyme
It’s how you bleed across the time
It’s how you hold what can’t be held
How you sing what can’t be spelled
It’s how you play when no one stays
How you live through your own phrase
It’s how you hum when hope feels gone
It’s how you keep the music on
The last chord played still echoes loud
In every heart that’s faced a crowd
Of empty chairs and silent walls
Of dreams that rise and then they fall
The last chord played, it stays, it stays
In smoky bars and yesterday’s
It’s not the fame, it’s not the stage
It’s what you sing when you’ve turned the page
The last chord played… the last chord played…
Still echoes loud… still echoes loud…
The last chord played… the last chord played…
Is how I stayed… is how I stayed…

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
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Last Cord Played by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

  the man they overlook  (they overlook )
  the verse they never took  ( they never took)
 the line that still rings true  (the line that still rings true)  
 the rust that sings for you
  the break that didn’t bend
 the start that won’t pretend
 Friday, cracked and raw
 the dream they never saw
the dream they never saw
the dream they never saw
[Verse 1 two acoutic guitar oly with vocal]
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
That’s my Friday—not so far
Steel-toed boots kicked off by the door
 hum a tune I’ve sung before
The drywall dust still clings to my skin
But I play like I was born to win
 paycheck’s spent,  fridge is bare
But I’ve got rhythm, I’ve got clean air
I work the line from dawn to dusk
I lift, I haul, I breathe the rust
I clock in dreams and clock out pain
I write my verses in the rain
They say Nashville’s just a myth
But I’ve got chords that 's gonna hit
I’ve got a voice that won’t lay low
I’ve got a fire they’ll never know
My truck’s got dents, my roof leaks slow
But I’ve got songs that still can grow
I play for dogs, for stars, for ghosts
For every dream that hurts the most
I strum like time forgot my name
I sing like loss deserves acclaim
I drink to hope, I toast to scars
I chase the sound beneath the bars
I’ve sent demos, I’ve prayed to tape
I’ve carved my truth in every scrape
I’ve played for crowds of just one chair
I’ve felt the silence, felt the stare
But I keep going, keep the beat
I write in sweat, I rhyme in heat
I know the odds, I know the game
But I still play, I still proclaim
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
That’s my Friday—not so far
 that won’t sit still I’ve got a dream that won’t sit still
voice that bends the will I’ve got a voice that bends the will
heart that won’t back down I’ve got a heart that won’t back down
I’ve got a sound that owns this town
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
That’s my Friday—not so far That’s my Friday That’s my Friday
That’s my Friday—not so far
 the man they overlook  (they overlook )
  the verse they never took  ( they never took)
 the line that still rings true  (the line that still rings true)  
 the rust that sings for you
  the break that didn’t bend
 the start that won’t pretend
 Friday, cracked and raw
 dream they never saw
 dream they never saw
the dream they never saw
dream they never saw
dream they never saw
[Verse 3 full band going at it full speed]
play this song ‘til fingers bleed
give this town what it don’t need
sing for those who never tried
For every soul that’s been denied
 ride this chord to where it ends
write for strangers, write for friends
play for Nashville, play for me
play for who ..I’m ..meant..... to be.....
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
That’s my Friday
 that won’t sit still I’ve got a dream that won’t sit still
voice that bends the will ....I’ve got a voice that bends the will
heart that won’t back down....... I’ve got a heart that won’t back down
I’ve got a sound that should own this town
Six-pack and a song on my old guitar
That’s my Friday—That’s my Friday That’s my Friday
That’s my Friday… 
That’s my Friday… …
Six-pack and a song… 
 still playing… …Six-pack.... ..... a song......  old guitar
Six a song… 
 … …Six-pack.... .... a song......  old guitar

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 Del and the Team
See Our Music Videos Here> https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC-509h42heKT05D8egf2U9w

Six-pack and a song on my old guitar That’s My Friday

not your type

Solo   
Lost in a maze of electric skies
Where the moon hums low and the starlight sighs
I hear the whispers of a distant glow
A rhythm pulsing where the dreamers go
In labyrinthine paths, I wander still
Chasing shadows over the windswept hill
The echoes call to a restless heart
Where every end breathes a breath to start
Solo
Spinning through the haze
Solo
Caught in neon rays
Solo
Let the colors collide
In this dreamscape where we hide
Shadows dancing in a violet stream
Fading echoes of a fractured dream
The colors swirling in endless flight
Guiding us through this endless night]
Solo
That's how I now show
Solo
Don't know
Nowhere to go
Solo
Just solo, solo, solo
Wandering through the night
Seeking that lost light
Trying to find my way
In the break of day
No ground below
No ceiling above
Drifting weightless through a world of love
Solo
The sound becomes my guide
Solo
Where the stars confide
In fleeting moments, we grasp the light
Caught between the dawn and night
Falling slowly, like gentle rain
Sinking deeply into love's sweet pain
Solo
Are we seeking love's embrace?
Solo
In this endless, wondrous chase
Solo
Hearts will find their way
Solo
In this dreamscape, we will stay
Shadows dancing in a violet stream
Fading echoes of a fractured dream
The colors swirling in endless flight
Guiding us through this endless night
Solo
That's how I now show
Solo
Don't know
Nowhere to go
Solo
Just solo, solo, solo
Tales of yesterday's dreams
Echo in distant schemes
Gone with the wind they fade
Promises unmade
Solo
Are we seeking love's embrace?
Solo
In this endless, wondrous chase
Solo
Hearts will find their way
Solo
In this dreamscape, we will stay
Shadows dancing in a violet stream
Fading echoes of a fractured dream
The colors swirling in endless flight
Guiding us through this endless night
Solo
That's how I now show
Solo
Don't know
Nowhere to go
Solo
Just solo, solo, solo
Another stage unsung
Incomplete, so young
Notes left unplayed remain
In silence and rain
Shadows dancing in a violet stream
Fading echoes of a fractured dream
The colors swirling in endless flight
Guiding us through this endless night
Solo
That's how I now show
Solo
Don't know
Nowhere to go
Solo
Just solo, solo, solo
Shadows whisper low
In this journey I grow
Solo on this road I take
With lessons learned, I'll awake
Shadows dancing in a violet stream
Fading echoes of a fractured dream
The colors swirling in endless flight
Guiding us through this endless night
She’d sleep in rooms that change their frame.
She’d dream in colors no one can tame.
[guitar riff]
She’d eat her lunch on mirrored stairs.
She’d dance with clocks that split in pairs.
She’d laugh in languages no one dares
Solo
That's how I now show
Shadows dancing in a violet stream
Fading echoes of a fractured dream
Solo
Don't know
The colors swirling in endless flight
Guiding us through this endless night
Nowhere to go
Solo
Just solo, solo, solo

Thanks to Del's studio and Queen "B"
All rights reserved by songwriter and producer Edwin H. Balder & ♨️🍪 

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Smoke?

I burned the bread, forgot the pan,
Still made a meal like only I can.
It ain’t gourmet, but it’s got soul —
And every bite comes with a goal.
Grilled cheese rule number one:
Don’t rush the heat, don’t chase the sun.
Let things melt the way they should,
Slow and steady tastes real good.
Grilled cheese rule number two:
Stick with the ones who stick with you.
If they flip when life gets hot,
They’re not the cheese you thought you got.
It’s not about the sandwich, it’s not about the plate,
It’s about the little lessons that we underestimate.
Golden crust and gooey truth,
Every bite’s a piece of youth.
Grilled cheese rules —
They’re simple, but they’re great.
Grilled cheese rule number three:
Don’t fake the butter, just let it be.
Truth tastes better than a shiny lie,
Even if it makes your toast go dry.
Grilled cheese rule number four:
Open your fridge, not just the door.
Sometimes the best things hide in back,
Wrapped in foil, waiting to come back.
It’s not about the sandwich, it’s not about the plate,
It’s about the little lessons that we underestimate.
Golden crust and gooey truth,
Every bite’s a piece of youth.
Grilled cheese rules —
They’re simple, but they’re great.
We all got crumbs, we all get burned,
We all flip sides when the tables turn.
But if you find someone who stays through the sizzle,
You’ve got more than cheese — you’ve cracked the riddle.
Grilled cheese rule number five:
Keep your weirdness well alive.
Cut it diagonal, sing off-key,
Life’s too short for symmetry.
It’s not about the sandwich, it’s not about the plate,
It’s about the little lessons that we underestimate.
Golden crust and gooey truth,
Every bite’s a piece of youth.
Grilled cheese rules —
They’re simple, but they’re great.
So next time you’re hungry for something more,
Toast your heart, not just the bread.
Grilled cheese rules.
Pass ‘em on.

Learn to love us as much please...♨️ 🍪

All Rights held by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder..

Grilled Cheese Rules by ♨️ 🍪

The champagne’s flat, the heels are off,
The limo’s gone, the makeup’s soft.
The cameras blinked, the speeches soared —
But now it’s just silence behind the door.
She holds the gold like it’s made of glass,
Smiles too wide, lets the moment pass.
They say she earned it, she played it right,
But she wonders who she was last night.
He’s shaking hands, he’s on the screen,
But he misses the days when he felt unseen.
The lights don’t love you — they just shine.
And every win redraws the line.
After the applause, after the praise,
We all go home in different ways.
Some with statues, some with scars,
Some still chasing distant stars.
The gowns are hung, the suits are tossed —
And everyone counts what they lost.
She claps too long, then slips away,
Her name not called, her smile gone gray.
He nods and grins, says “next year’s mine,”
But the sting still burns beneath the wine.
They practiced lines, they dressed the part —
But left with nothing but a heavy heart.
The stage don’t owe you — it just glows.
And every loss is how it goes.
After the applause, after the praise,
We all go home in different ways.
Some with statues, some with scars,
Some still chasing distant stars.
The gowns are hung, the suits are tossed —
And everyone counts what they lost.
But in the quiet, when the night is done,
We’re all just people, not who won.
The mirror don’t care for fame or grace —
It only shows your truest face.
After the applause, after the praise,
We all go home in different ways.
Some with stories, some with shame,
Some still learning how to play the game.
The lights go out, the crowd moves on —
But the heart keeps singing
long after it’s gone.
The trophy’s cold.
But the dream…
The dream stays warm.

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

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. 

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After The Applause by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

Love Letter

Rella

Dont Wanna Diss

HOOK
Lavender smoke in the room (smoke yeah)
Sunflower glow on you (on you)
Your shadow dance in the moon (in the moonlight)
I still see heaven in view (heaven in view ohh)

We fell like stars in the blue (in the blue)
You taste like summer and bruise (sweet pain)
Even if love ain’t true (true)
I still want every part of you (every part mm)

I still want every part of you (you you you)

VERSE 1
Red wine lips velvet eyes under neon skies (yeah)
You speak in colors violet tones in your butterfly lies (butterfly)
You break me gentle kiss like sin but it feels divine (divine)
Your love a fever I still sweat you out night after night (night after night)

You leave your gold on my mind like a stain in time (like a stain)
I chase the ghost of your touch like a lost design (can’t replace)
I’d let you ruin me slow if you draw the line (ruin me slow)
You got me praying for a future we’ll never define (never define no)

PRE-CHORUS
You twist my heart like silk (silk)
Warm as honeyed guilt (mmm)
If love was built to break
I’d watch it crack and still rebuild (I would still rebuild)

HOOK
Lavender smoke in the room (room hazy haze)
Sunflower glow on you (on you on you)
Your shadow dance in the moon (moon slow move)
I still see heaven in view (heaven in view)

We fell like stars in the blue (stars fall)
You taste like summer and bruise (sweet bruise)
Even if love ain’t true (ain’t true)
I still want every part of you (every part every part of you)

You you you (echo fading)

VERSE 2
I wrote your name in the dark with my trembling hands (shaky)
Hoping the night might hold you where daylight can’t (hold you still)
You the calm in the chaos the thrill in the slow dance (slow dance)
A masterpiece of danger wrapped in romance (wrapped in romance)

We love like fireworks drowning in ocean tides (fire plus water)
Burn bright crash hard still I dive where the waves collide (dive in)
If loving you hurts then let the pain decide (I’ll bleed for it)
Some scars spell stories that I never want to hide (never want to hide)

BRIDGE
Hold me like midnight won’t ever end (ever end)
Break me so soft that it feels like mend (feels like mend)
Lose me again I’ll still pretend
We just took the long way back to when (back to when)

OUTRO
Lavender shadows on your silhouette (lavender)
Sunflower dreams I can’t forget (I can’t forget)
Even if time turns love to regret
I’ll die on the hill where our hearts once met (once met once met)

You still bloom in my chest (bloom in my chest)

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One More

🎸 Welcome to my musical journey! 🎶

Hey there, music enthusiasts! I'm Oz a hobbyist musician who's been strumming the strings of my guitar since my teenage years. Music has always been my passion, weaving its melodies through every chapter of my life. From the intricate rhythms of Oriental music to the rebellious energy of pop-punk, the timeless allure of blues, the groove of funk, and the nostalgia of electronic sounds from the '80s and '90s, I find inspiration in a diverse array of genres.

For me, music is more than just sound – it's a language of emotions, a canvas where I paint my feelings and experiences. The power of music to evoke and express emotions never ceases to amaze me. Being part of this vibrant community here on SoundCloud fuels my creative drive and pushes me to explore new sonic landscapes.

As the legendary Bob Marley once said, "One good thing about music, when it hits you, you feel no pain." So join me on this musical voyage, where we'll dive deep into the ocean of melodies and rhythms, sharing moments of joy, introspection, and everything in between.

Let's make some noise together! 🤘

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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

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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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