lets pretend we're famous ft Jackson Sadinsky (prod. grayskies)

I don’t own any instruments, I’m sorry.

Lilac

73rd birthday, June 30, 2025
This song was strummed in the shadow of ghosts and gatekeepers. It’s a whisper of gratitude and grit—born from the silence imposed by those who once dressed fear in robes and dared to draw a line through my music. But the notes are flowing again. This piece isn't just about age, or time survived—it's about the truth that outlasts suppression. Played with nothing but wood, wire, and an open soul, it’s for the ones who’ve made it further than anyone thought they would. Thanks for hearing it. Thanks for letting me still ...


73 ... By Edwin H Balder

Written after a long hiatus from music, the song is about the realisation, the 'wake up call' from self doubt and rediscovering yourself.

'It's a very personal song, it's about having the courage to stand up to yourself and others to push through those thoughts of discouragement and step away from the calls to quit. It's also about betrayal, seeing people for who they really are when the mask slips and you see the negativity they've subjected you to.'

Falling Asleep at the Wheel

Атмосфера, яка затягує з перших секунд. Глибокий звук, від якого мурашки по шкірі, та тексти, що торкаються серця.
Відкрийте для себе свій світ через музику. Відчуйте ритм. Зникнiть у звуці.

Martin Korgut - Да-Хун

Paris ne tombera jamais. Un cri de résistance et de liberté.
No surrender. The future is ours, the revolution is now.
Aujourd’hui, c’est la libération.

Paris will never fall. A cry of resistance and freedom.
No surrender. The future is ours, the revolution is now.
Today is liberation.

All Links : https://linktr.ee/worldcollage

Paris Ne Tombera Pas

Beneath the stars the winds sigh
A distant voice hears my cry
Pathfinder comes with a steady stride
A guiding hand by my side

The earth hums a low beckoning beat
The heart radiates towards the call
Through fields unknown the path is wide
Where Spirit leads & Soul abides

Pathfinder, take me higher
Past the fields & through the fire
Strange how the secrets unfurl
Let’s dance where music rules the world

Rivers sing where the moonlight flows
Mountains speak what Spirit knows
Pathfinder stands in the ancient glow
At a bridge between the worlds below

The drumbeat grows & pulls me near
The mist dissolves & Truth appears
Through endless sky the visions soar
My soul's unlocked forevermore

Pathfinder, take me higher
Past the fields & thru the fire
Strange world our secrets unfurl
Let’s dance where magic rules the world

Through roaring winds & sky untamed
A voice persists it calls my name 
Pathfinder points the path aglow
A world where the spirits grow wings 

Follow the trail of shining light
Through the shadows of endless night
Show me where secrets unfurl
Let’s dance where music rules the world

In the whisper of the night I hear your name
Pathfinder's on the wind l'll never be the same 
My spirit soars the path is clear
My world reborn alive & near
My Pathfinder fades
My journey’s new.

Pathfinder

WouldDieTN

💔 Ever felt like time keeps moving, but you’re standing still?

"Stay With Me" by Chris Decoder is a heartfelt pop ballad about love, loss, and the longing to hold on.

A song for those late nights, quiet moments, and everything in between. 🌙✨
Stream now and tag someone who needs to hear this.

🎧 Available on all platforms

Stay With Me

🍪 COOKIE POETRY – A bittersweet synth-lullaby for the emotionally snackish.
Genre: Electro Pop / Bedroom Pop
Mood: Intimate. Melancholic. Dreamy. And just a bit emotionally unstable.
Tempo: 90–100 BPM (aka the tempo of regret in slow motion)

🎧 Think lo-fi drums coated in vinyl dust, warm pads hugging whispered vocals like your ex never did. A soft electronic hug… with crumbs.

📖 Lyrically? Imagine Sylvia Plath ran a bakery, fell in love with a pathological liar, and then started journaling with icing sugar. There’s tea-dipped loneliness, metaphorical hunger, and enough cookie metaphors to make a therapist sigh. But hey — at least it rhymes.

💔 Perfect for:
– Staring at the ceiling while pretending you're in a tragic indie film
– Eating dessert alone while philosophizing about dopamine
– Whisper-crying in autotune
– Smiling at crumbs and calling it therapy (we see you, girl)

🥄 Warning: May cause cravings for baked goods and emotionally unavailable poets. Consume responsibly.

Lyrics:

There’s a silence in my room that tastes like sugar
I dip my loneliness in tea, pretend it’s you
Pages crumble like shortbread in December
But your words are gone, and I’m chewing through the blue

I light a candle like it’s cinnamon memory
I smile at crumbs and call it therapy
This hunger isn't hunger, it’s a metaphor
For what I miss when you walk out that door

I lick the spoon, I wait for grace
Frosting dreams on empty plates
I’m not full — I’m just amused
By all these sweet, poetic ruse

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Something warm and halfway true
A rhyme to bite, a lie to chew
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Let me nibble on your verse
Even if it makes it worse

I’m scrolling through old photos like ingredients
Mix and measure fragments of our heat
You never baked a future, just intentions
Still I swallow every bitter little treat

Midnight cravings for your metaphors
I’d rather fake love than feel the war
So feed me fairytales with icing lines
Till my mouth forgets what truth tastes like

It’s not love — it’s dopamine
In cookie form with whipped-up dreams
I don’t need you — just your art
Packaged crumbs to soothe my heart

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Tell me stories sweet but flawed
Dust my silence with applaud
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Bake me stanzas soft and round
So I don’t miss your solid ground

I know it’s empty calories
But I’d rather chew than starve on honesty
Your poems melt like chocolate lies
Still I beg for one more bite

Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
Let it drip like honeyed shame
I’ll pretend you feel the same
Give it to me — I want your cookie poetry
One more line before you go
One more taste of sweet, not soul

Cookie Poetry

I love listening to music creators & genuinely comment on tracks, because that's how I think I can grow as a musician, by listening to others. I myself am a singer-songwriter & former instrumentalist. I can sing bass-baritone (A2 to G4). 

I have over 50 original tracks waiting for me to vocalize, so I post a lot of drafts & demos. I have hundreds & hundreds of drafts! 👍 I post different versions of the same title song! Like & repost if you enjoy what you hear & maybe I'll work on it to be produced next (I am learning to produce, too. 

💬 Reach out on YouTube too—I follow everyone back! 🚧 Sorry to say, if you come at me trying to sell something, I will block & report you. 🚧 Let’s keep" true love "  flowing. 💕🎧

YouTube (AROCHOM): https://www.youtube.com/@mannyreymusic

PEACE always 🪘🤟🏻❗

 Support with likes/reposts. Label: ToldYa LLC. Visit my SoundCloud "floor" for updates coming soon! PEACE always 🪘🤟🏻❗

Visit my YouTube channel & reach out that way. My moniker (AROCHOM) —  https://www.YouTube.com/@mannyreymusic

Word Collage, as its name suggests, is a sonic and musical collage, a mix of styles, rhythms, sounds, languages, voices, and lyrics, without any specific profile or defined style. It's spicy music.

This sonic blend is created by Miguel Paredes, a highly respected musician and producer with an extensive career, having worked with groups like Caradefuego, Chambao, Efecto Mariposa, Danza Invisible, and Javier Ojeda, among others.

The second piece of the mini puzzle comes from José María Paredes, aka Pepepar, a restless enthusiast of everything, a multidisciplinary soul who has also actively participated in numerous artistic projects.

Together, like Yin and Yang, they represent two opposing yet complementary forces—interconnected and present in all things—shaping their unique, personal global collage.

Enjoy the mix!

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

Producing 2+ years
Born in '04
🔗Link to INSTAGRAM down bellow, FOLLOW PLEASE !

People will hate me
Because I am not one of them
If I ever become one of them
They will remember that they won
There is no turning back

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

The Last Great Sequel - Goole/East Yorkshire

New tracks tagged #indieArtist