Clare O’Malley is an Irish singer-songwriter and actress who has captivated audiences across the world.  For years, Clare O’Malley has commanded the spotlight—whether it was starring in major theatrical productions in New York City and Ireland’s National Theatre, The Abbey, or appearing in films like Creed. 

She’s taken on iconic theatrical roles, earned critical acclaim from The New York Times for delivering “one of the most astonishing performances,” and even found herself on the world’s biggest musical stage—as a backing vocalist for Jedward at Eurovision in Azerbaijan. 

From centre stage to film sets, from Eurovision to sold-out theatres, Clare O’Malley has spent her career bringing other people’s stories to life. Now, she’s finally telling her own. With the release of her first two tracks on her Debut EP, New Heights and Little Weirdo, Clare is proving that her artistry goes beyond performance—she’s a songwriter with something to say.

A Legacy of Creativity - A Family of Storytellers: Clare O’Malley’s artistic roots are firmly planted in a family legacy of creativity. Her grandmother, Mary O’Malley, founded the Lyric Theatre in Belfast, a key institution in Northern Ireland’s arts scene. Her grandfather, Thomas Kinsella, was a renowned Irish poet whose work has resonated with generations. Surrounded by such a rich legacy, Clare was always destined to pursue her own path in storytelling—first as an actor, and now as a songwriter.

Clare O'Malley - Irish Artist Of The Week

One By One

You are best when you are you you know...
It Matters that You Matter by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
They tell you don’t shake, don’t break, stand tall
Like your name don’t weigh a thing at all
But I see you, I hear you
Your voice cuts through, your fire’s true
It ain't just noise, ain't just dust
A quiet heart still knows its trust
You hold space, you hold light
Even in the loneliest night
It matters that you matter
That your words still carve the sky
That your footsteps, that your laughter
Are more than passing time
It matters that you matter
That the stars still know your name
That you're seen, that you're remembered
That your fire burns the same
Some days you drown in the weight they throw
Some nights you stand where no one goes
But even then, even there
You are more than thin air
So don’t let the quiet tell you wrong
Don’t let the world erase your song
You exist, you rise
Even through the dark disguise
It matters that you matter
That your words still carve the sky
That your footsteps, that your laughter
Are more than passing time
It matters that you matter
That the stars still know your name
That you're seen, that you're remembered
That your fire burns the same
If you fall, if you fade
Know this truth won’t drift away
Every heart, every spark
Leaves a mark in the dark
So stand here, stand proud
Let them hear, say it loud
You are here, you are light
You are meant for more than night
It matters that you matter
That your words still carve the sky
That your footsteps, that your laughter
Are more than passing time
It matters that you matter
That the stars still know your name
That you're seen, that you're remembered
That your fire burns the same
When the world moves fast and leaves you behind
When the echoes don’t answer, when silence climbs
Know this truth, hold it close
You’re worth more than they’ll ever know
It matters that you matter
That your words still carve the sky
That your footsteps, that your laughter
Are more than passing time
It matters that you matter
That the stars still know your name
That you're seen, that you're remembered
That your fire burns the same
It matters that you matter, (it always will)
matters that you matter
matters ...that ...you ....matter
matters .....that .....you....... matter


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It Matters that You Matter by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Takes a lot of time to learn....
Best When You're You By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
No second-guessing, no disguise
No stepping back, no compromise
You don’t need more, you don’t need less
You’re already built for the best
They tell you change, tell you mold
Tell you fit inside the fold
But the shine ain't there, the spark won't stay
When you walk like someone else today
So drop the weight, lose the fear
Stand up strong, make it clear
They ain't the ones who shape your light
You've been golden this whole time
You are best when you are you, you know
You are best when you are you, you know
You are best when you are you, you know
Nothing stronger, nothing true
Than when you're standing just as you
No one else can take your place
No one else can wear your grace
It’s in the way you talk, the way you feel
It’s in the way you stand, unsealed
So keep the rhythm, keep the drive
Don’t let them blur the fire inside
You’re not a mirror, not a shade
You're the only name you'll ever trade
You are best when you are you, you know
You are best when you are you, you know
You are best when you are you, you know
Nothing stronger, nothing true
Than when you're standing just as you
No echoes, no borrowed skin
Just the soul you’ve lived within
No apologies, no regret
Just the truth you don’t forget
They’ll try to frame you in the lines
Try to paint over your shine
But your voice, your step, your name
Ain’t built to fit inside their frame
You are best when you are you, you know
You are best when you are you, you know
You are best when you are you, you know
Nothing stronger, nothing true
Than when you're standing just as you
No second-guessing, no disguise
No stepping back, no compromise
You are best when you are you, you know
You are best when you are you, you know
You are best when you are you, you know
Nothing stronger, nothing true
Than when you're standing just as you
You are best when you are you, you know
You are best when you are you, you know
You are best when you are you, you know


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Best When You're You By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

(prod. @desparebeats )
this one is just for now. just me and my thoughts.
what its like in my mind. - full version after "the outsider" ep release.
appreciate anyone who listens.

where to go (prod. Despare) - [DEMO]

рыцарь-вампир

floaty
not monetized check out the producer: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y_2h4-cTuTU

What He Say?  (prod. eeryskies)

Todays guest is an act that really does seem to just plonk itself firmly into the world of children, as if the instruments have been left out and a bunch of kids have stumbled on them and decided to sing a few songs on whatever they are thinking about at the time. I guess this do-it-yourself honesty can only find its feet in the art of punk so it makes total sense that that is the genre they choose. 

Introducing the Punk Rocks Socks. A group of sock puppets by the names of Sheena Gerry and Vern, who as far as I can tell, pretty much live in the shoes of children keeping their feet warm. 

Today we are lucky enough to chat with Sheena, aka Jolene Young on what it takes to fill the shoes of children. 

Benny Asking People Questions - Punk Rock Socks

Woman’s Best Friend   by Edwin H. Balder
woman’s best friend ain't diamonds or gold
ain't the arms that say they’ll never let go
ain’t the promises ain't the chase
it’s the one who knows her own embrace
I've loved I've lost I've bent I've broke
I've clung to words that turned to smoke
I've walked through fire walked through rain
and learned I’m stronger when I stand again
I've laughed too loud I've cried too long
made my peace with right and wrong
but through the years through the days
it’s me who stayed it’s me who stays
woman’s best friend is herself
not the ones who promise then never help
not the hands that hold then let you drown
not the lips that leave when walls fall down
it’s the voice inside that says go on
the heart that fights when love is gone
through the storms through the end
woman’s best friend is herself ...again (again) again
she tells me girl don’t chase the light
if it flickers wrong it won’t shine bright
don’t hold too tight don’t fall too fast
don’t trade your worth for what won’t last
but I still run still believe
still let my heart wear its sleeve
she sees me stumble sees me spin
and shakes her head but pulls me in]
woman’s best friend is herself
not the ones who promise then never help
not the hands that hold then let you drown
not the lips that leave when walls fall down
it’s the voice inside that says go on
the heart that fights when love is gone
through the storms through the end
woman’s best friend is herself ...again (again) again
it ain’t the whispers ain't the rings
ain’t the love songs people sing
ain’t the fairytales ain't the chase
it’s the mirror that still holds your face
one day you'll see it clear like I do now
one day you’ll know just when to bow
not in surrender not in shame
but in knowing your own name
it’s not bitter it’s not hard
it’s just truth we learn in parts
every chapter every page
teaches us to stand not stay
woman’s best friend is herself
not the ones who promise then never help
not the hands that hold then let you drown
not the lips that leave when walls fall down
it’s the voice inside that says go on
the heart that fights when love is gone
through the storms through the end
woman’s best friend is herself ...again (again) again
so when the dust clears when the lights fade
when the love we swore starts to break
remember girl through time and trial
your best friend’s been here all the while
not in roses not in rings
not in the way a man might sing
but in the steadiness inside
that tells you how to rise
through the storms through the end
woman’s best friend is herself ...again (again) again
through the storms through the end
woman’s best friend is herself ...again (again) again

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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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Woman’s Best Friend by Hot Cookie

I sure hope I live to make this book happen...
Reduced for Quick Sale By songwriter Edwin H. Balder
I stacked my songs like folded pages
Tucked between the years and stages
Some were sung, some were lost
Some just stayed inside my thoughts
Now they sit in a book, spine worn thin
Waiting for someone to sing them again
No price tag, no chain
Just words that wait for sound to claim
Every line was once a fight
Every verse, a stolen night
I wrote them on bar napkins, backs of bills
Scratched them down between cheap thrills
Some got played, some just stayed
Some whispered on strings, some drifted away
But now they rest, no hand to hold
Still hoping someone makes them gold
Reduced for quick sale, take what you need
Songs left open, set them free
No name stamped, no wall to climb
If they make wonder, then they were mine
Reduced for quick sale, they wait to breathe
Waiting for chords, waiting to leave
Take the melody, take the rhyme
And let them live beyond my time
I spent years chasing every line
Trying to catch lightning before it died
Wrote about love, wrote about loss
Wrote about nights turning hearts to frost
Now my hands are slower, the ink don’t run
But the words still hum like rising sun
All I ask, if you sing them loud
Let them mean something, let them be proud
Reduced for quick sale, take what you need
Songs left open, set them free
No name stamped, no wall to climb
If they make wonder, then they were mine
Reduced for quick sale, they wait to breathe
Waiting for chords, waiting to leave
Take the melody, take the rhyme
And let them live beyond my time
I don’t care if they make the charts
Or play in rooms where deals get carved
I just want them to feel like home
To give someone a voice of their own
One day they’ll fade like pages torn
One day they’ll rest where dust is born
But maybe somewhere down the line
Someone finds a verse and makes it shine
Reduced for quick sale, take what you need
Songs left open, set them free
No name stamped, no wall to climb
If they make wonder, then they were mine
Reduced for quick sale, they wait to breathe
Waiting for chords, waiting to leave
Take the melody, take the rhyme
And let them live beyond my time

The best cross section playlist of our work with new releases added at the end each week:

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Reduced for Quick Sale By songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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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

Benny speaks with Children's performers from Australia and Around the globe about their methods, their missions and just what it takes to create content fro our children.

I am a Pop Rock indie artist making original music, written played, sung and recorded entirely alone. My songs are influenced By 70's British Punk, 80's New Wave and Indie Guitar music from 2000-Present day. For my song writing I use the name of In The Raw .
I have tracks released online on Spotify, YouTube, Apple Music and all other music streaming sites.
Spotify:
https://open.spotify.com/artist/5smz5iYVIAKcMnQUCx9iQw?si=-NUzCfMBRZyHBzacQ9rsCw
YouTube:
www.youtube.com/channel/UCmidVM_uVxES6R3zA-4vGKg

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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