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)

The Last Good Year By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

not goodbye ...ok it is...
Bank Of The Moon by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
The typewriter keys still chatter like bones,
A melody worn but still mine to own.
I hum the refrain of a half-written tune,
While the sunset bleeds into midnight too soon.
I’ve borrowed my time from the bank of the moon,
Paid in whispers and wrinkles,  birthday cake in June.
But the symphony’s sweet when the curtain’s undone—
Even fading notes ache to be sung.
The doctor’s grin was a flatlining chord,
A diagnosis tucked in a minor key, ignored.
I rewrote the ending a hundred times slow,
But the bridge never leads where I’m scared to go.
I’ve borrowed my time from the bank of the moon,
Paid in whispers and wrinkles, birthday cake in June.
But the symphony’s sweet when the curtain’s undone—
Even fading notes ache to be sung.
The piano’s grown quieter, dust on the stand,
Yet my fingers still dance like they don’t understand.
The applause I once craved? Just echoes now,
But the silence between us—hell, still not sure how....
The last page curls like a fist in the wind,
A finale I’ll never quite finish or pin.
But the ink’s never dry if the heart’s still loud,
So I’ll scribble my name in the mist of a cloud.
I’ve borrowed my time from the bank of the moon,
Paid in whispers and wrinkles, birthday cake in June.
But the symphony’s sweet when the curtain’s undone—
Even fading notes ache to be sung.
And when the last chord’s just a hush in the air,
You’ll find me where the music goes when it’s nowhere—
A hum in the wires, a crack in the sound,
A love song still spinning though no one’s around.
[piano hook]
I’ve borrowed my time from the bank of the moon,
Paid in whispers and wrinkles, birthday cake in June. 
birthday cake in June.

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Bank Of The Moon 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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All Rights Reserved Edwin H. Balder
Thanks so much to my band: Hot Cookie
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Yeah , Check Back by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Every day this is the stroy...
One Line Away  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
we’re one line away from the line they’ll replay
from the midnight gold to the headline day
it's pen to the page with a prayer to stay
yeah, we live, and we bleed
for just one line away
wrote my rent in a diner booth
paid in rhymes and unpaid truth
this ain't fame, it's faith in ink
where you live on less so the words don’t shrink
we steal from silence, borrow pain
and let that heartbreak ride the train
then dress it up in chords and grace
like we never lost in the first place
so if you hear that echo land
know it started in shaky hands
'cause we’re one line away from the line they’ll replay
from the voice in the dark to a stadium sway
from a half-worn dream to a billboard stay
it’s a four-chord fight
and we write it our way
we’re one line away from the line they’ll replay
i’ve rhymed regret with “stay instead”
shared my shame like daily bread
texted demos no one played
but still found light in the chords I made
sold the heartbreak, kept the grief
found catharsis under beat
don’t need much, just room to try
'cause a song don’t lie when the tears still dry
and when they say it’s too cliché
we just spin it anyway
we’re one line away from the line they’ll replay
from a tear on stage to a wedding day
from scribbled notes on a café tray
to the verse they tattoo
‘cause it won’t fade away
we’re one line away from the line they’ll replay
maybe it’s lonely
maybe it’s mad
to spend your best metaphors on a pen and a pad
but someone will hear it
and finally feel seen
that’s the trade we make
for this old machine
it ain’t about charts
ain’t about names
it’s about stitching hearts
into refrain
so give me the pain
and I’ll trade it for rhyme
one word, one pulse—
it's worth the time
yeah, we’re one line away from the line they’ll replay
where the truth gets loud and the doubt decays
where the world leans in to what we say
from the quiet rooms
to the bright parade
we’re one line away from the line they’ll replay
one line away...
one line away...
one line away from the line they’ll replay...
yeah, we live and we bleed
for just one line away
one line away...
one line away...
one line away from... the ....line.... they’ll..... replay...replay...replay...


This song is open source ..go an play it and make it yours...be well and know I am glad to be in this space with you all...Ed

One Line Away  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

The waiter just nodded
Like he’d seen it all before
I tipped my hat to the hostess
And floated through the door
No yelling, no regret
Just heels on marble tile
It wasn’t rage—it was rhythm
And I wore it with a smile
It was just a slap
But it told the truth
Like thunder dressed in velvet
Like fire under youth
He blinked, the room went quiet
I stood, no need to explain
It was just a slap..
But it cleared the stain
longer soaring sax solo
And if you ask me what he said
I’ll say it doesn’t matter
What matters is
He’ll never forget
The slap

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.
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And Tina's new music video here:
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The Slap   by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

She came from a world of velvet lights
I came from dust and football fights
She knew the rules, I broke a few
But somehow, we both saw something true
They watched us like a movie reel
Every glance, every word, every feel
But behind the flash and filtered frame
We built a fire they couldn’t name
We didn’t match on paper
But we matched in soul and skin
And every time they doubted
We just let our love win
The day I asked her to marry me
We stood alone, but not afraid
Two hearts that never played charades
They can talk, they can spin
But they weren’t there.. when we ...took each other in
The day I asked her to marry me
She wore wonder like starlight born
I wore hope like something worn
We didn’t need a script or cue
Just a quiet place to say “I do”
They said we’d fade, they said we’d bend
But love don’t break—it just transcends
And in that moment, hand in mine
I saw... forever.....(forever) ...in her eyes
We didn’t match on paper
But we matched in soul and skin
And every time they doubted
We.. just.. let.. our ..love ..win
The day I asked her to marry me
We stood alone, but not afraid
Two hearts that never played charades
They can talk, they can spin
But they weren’t there ...when we ....took each other in....
The day I asked her to marry me
We’ve danced through storms and spotlight haze
We’ve kissed in silence, not for praise
We’ve held each other through the doubt
And never once did we sell out
She’s not a headline, I’m not a brand
We’re just two souls who understand
That love’s not loud, it’s not rehearsed
It’s choosing someone for better or worse
The day I asked her to marry me
We stood alone, but not afraid
Two hearts that never played charades
They can talk, they can spin
But they weren’t there ...when we... took each other in...
The day I asked her to marry me...
The day I asked her to marry me....the.. best... day ...
The day I asked her... to marry me...

Thank You T. M! and Love you Del Players YOU!

All rights held by the songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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The Day I Asked Her to Marry Me  by Tommy Monacca

I like it smooth, I like it slow
I like it glorious—let the candle glow
I like it art deco, curves and chrome
If you’ve got the fire, don’t leave it alone
I like a whisper that knows its place
A touch that lingers, a look with grace
So if you’re hiding something gold
Don’t keep it locked—I want it told
I’m the kind of woman, velvet and flame
I don’t ask for much—just your real name
I see the way you move, like you’ve danced with ghosts
But I’m not here for secrets—I want the most
I like to know, yeah baby, I like to know
What kind of man you are when the lights hang low
Do you dance in the dark, do you sing in the rain
Do you carry your joy, do you bury your pain
I like to know, oh sugar, I like to know
Are you thunder wrapped in a lover’s glow
Do you kiss with truth, do you lie with style
Do you stay for love, or just stay awhile
I like it whispered, I like it bold
I like it vintage, stories never told
I like it reckless, but only if it’s true
So tell me, baby—what’s hiding in you
I’ve seen the charm, I’ve felt the game
But I’m not here to play the same
I want the man beneath the show
So if you’ve got it, let it flow
Are you the kind that stays, or the kind that roams
Do you build your house, or live in poems
I’m not asking for promises, not tonight
Just give me your truth in the candlelight
Do you dream in jazz, do you pray in blues
Do you love like fire, do you lose like you choose
I’m not here to guess, I’m not here to chase
I just want the man behind the face
I like to know, yeah baby, I like to know
What kind of man you are when the curtains close
Do you burn for love, do you fade with grace
Do you leave a mark, or just leave a trace
I like to know, oh darling, I like to know
So if you’ve got it, baby—let it show
I’m not here to guess, I’m not here to play
I want the truth you hide away
I like to know…
I like to know…
So if you’ve got it, baby…
Let it show.....baby....baby  Let... it ...show....

🌹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:
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I Like to Know 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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