Timeless By Hot Cookie

[Verse 1:] In the candlelight, a harpsichord’s song, Echoes of an era, where he belonged. From Mozart's time, the spirit gazes down, On modern melodies, a world-renowned. Not in judgment, but with awe, At the symphonies the present saw. The heart of music, pure and true, A timeless wonder, always new.

[Chorus 1 (French):] Il voit la joie, il entend les pleurs, Un héritage qui dure des heures. Pas comment c'est joué ni par qui, Mais la beauté qui emplit la nuit. La composition prend son envol, À travers les âges, elle s'affole.

[Verse 2:] From string quartets to electric guitars, Every note reaching for the stars. The spirit smiles at the harmony, A shared passion, a unity. The backstory fades, the music stays, A living art in countless ways. Through technology or simple strings, It’s the wonder that always sings.

[Chorus 2 (Spanish):] Ve la alegría, oye el llanto, Un legado que dura tanto. No cómo se toca ni por quién, Pero la belleza que en la noche ven. La composición toma vuelo, A través del tiempo, sin duelo.

[Bridge:] From the grand concert halls to open mics, In every genre, the spirit likes. It’s the audience, the hearts they touch, That truly matters, oh so much. The spirit knows, the tradition’s strong, In every style, a timeless song.

[Chorus 3 (Chinese): ] 他看到喜悦，听到悲伤， 一个持久的遗产。 不在于演奏者， 而在于夜晚的美丽。 音乐在飞翔， 穿越时光，无尽远方。

[Verse 3:] The spirit’s view from high above, Sees the world, the power of love. In every culture, every land, Music unites, hand in hand. From ancient times to future's call, The legacy of music stands tall. In the heart of each new song, The spirit’s joy echoes strong.

[Chorus 4 (Celtic): ] Féachann sé an taitneamh, cluinneann sé an brón, Oidhreacht a mhaireann le ceol. Ní mar a imrítear nó cé a dhéanann, Ach an áilleacht sa hoíche a thagann. An cumadóireacht tógann a sciatháin, Trí na haoiseanna, saorstán.

[Outro: ] Timeless melody, forever more, A gift of music we all adore. 

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Timeless By Hot Cookie

Searching For A Space   songwriter Edwin H. Balder

"I’ve been circling this block for what feels like forever,
Looking for a space to park this heart of mine, but it’s never
Quite the right fit, always too tight or too far,
Guess I’m searching for a love that’s not just where the cars are."

The meter’s running out, and I’m low on change,
Driving through the city, feeling kind of strange.
Every spot I see’s got a no-parking sign,
Or someone’s pulling out just as I’m crossing the line.


I see a flash of brake lights, but it’s just a tease,
Another missed connection in this concrete sea.
I’m parallel to the curb, but I’m not quite aligned,
Looking for a place where my heart can unwind.

[Chorus]
I’m just looking for a spot to call my own,
(my own)
A little piece of quiet where I’m not alone.
(alone)
Somewhere to park this restless, roaming heart, (heart)
A love that fits just right, not too close, not too far.
I’m circling, circling, but I’m running out of time,
(time)
Searching for a space where your heart meets mine.( oh mine)...mine

]
The rain starts falling, and the wipers keep time,
Swipe left, swipe right, like a rhythm or a rhyme.
I see a couple laughing, holding hands so tight,
Parked in their moment under the streetlight.


I wonder if I’ll find a space that feels that true,
A love that’s not just passing through.
But for now, I’m stuck in this endless loop,
A heart with no home, just a temporary stoop.

[Chorus]
I’m just looking for a spot to call my own,
(my own)
A little piece of quiet where I’m not alone.
(alone)
Somewhere to park this restless, roaming heart, (heart)
A love that fits just right, not too close, not too far.
I’m circling, circling, but I’m running out of time,
(time)
Searching for a space where your heart meets mine.( oh mine)...mine

Maybe love’s not a parking spot, but the drive,
The way the city lights make you feel alive.

Maybe it’s not about finding the perfect space,
But the journey itself, the rhythm, the pace.

So I’ll keep on circling, with shadow  low,
Singing to the songs that only heartbreak knows.

And one day, I’ll find it, that spot just for me,

Where the engine stops, and the heart runs free.

[very long instrumental solo]

[Outro]
I’m just looking for a spot to call my own,
A little piece of quiet where I’m not alone.
Somewhere to park this restless, roaming heart,
A love that fits just right, not too close, not too far.
I’m circling, circling, but I’m running out of time,
Searching for a space where your heart meets mine.



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Searching For A Space by Hot Cookie

Kiss Not A Gun   songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Sirens cut the night, but she’s already gone,
A thief of hearts, not a thief of wrong.
No guns, no masks, just a kiss and a dare,
I wonder if I could steal love like her—do I dare? ( dare?) do I dare?

[Verse 1]
She slipped through the crowd like a whisper in smoke,
A flicker of danger, a laugh with no joke
(mmm) yeah
The alarms went off, but she was already free,
A bandit of passion, a runaway spree.

[Chorus]
She’s an outlaw of love, on the run,
Stealing hearts with a kiss, not a gun.
No bullets, no chains, just the thrill of the steal,
A love  wild, but never real (never real)
She’s an outlaw of love, on the run,
Stealing hearts with a kiss, not a gun.
Stealing hearts with a kiss, ...not a gun.

[Verse 2]

She didn’t take his money, didn’t take his pride,
Just a piece of his soul she tucked deep inside.
(mmm) yeah
The cops chased her shadow, but they’ll never catch her flame,
She’s a wildfire lover, and they don’t know her name.

[Chorus]
She’s an outlaw of love, on the run,
Stealing hearts with a kiss, not a gun.
No bullets, no chains, just the thrill of the steal,
A love  wild, but never real (never real)
She’s an outlaw of love, on the run,
Stealing hearts with a kiss, not a gun.
Stealing hearts with a kiss, ...not a gun.

[Bridge]
They’ll say it’s a crime, say it’s a sin,
But she’s just a woman who knows how to win.
She doesn’t need a badge, doesn’t need a crown,
Just the rush of the night as she’s leaving town.
I could learn her ways, I could take the chance,
To steal a heart in a single glance.

[Verse 3]
She’s a legend in the making, a story untold,
And I’m not a girl with a heart that bold.
(mmm) yeah
Maybe I’ll follow her, maybe I’ll stay,
But I’ll never forget the way she stole the day.

[Chorus]
She’s an outlaw of love, on the run,
Stealing hearts with a kiss, not a gun.
No bullets, no chains, just the thrill of the steal,
A love  wild, but never real (never real)
She’s an outlaw of love, on the run,
Stealing hearts with a kiss, not a gun.
Stealing hearts with a kiss, ...not a gun.

[Outro]
I follow the outlaws, the ones who don’t wait,
Who steal love like it’s fate, who don’t hesitate.
(mmm) yeah
No sirens, no warnings, just the rush of the night,
And the thrill of stealing love in plain sight.
(mmm) yeah
an outlaw of love, on the run,
Stealing hearts with a kiss, not a gun.
(a kiss, not a gun.)a kiss, not ..  a  ..  gun....

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Kiss Not A Gun by Hot Cookie

Trophy   songwriter Edwin H. Balder
The hum of the crowd
a symphony of want

[Verse 1]
I remember the kitchen, the clock’s slow dissection,
Your voice like a sermon, preaching my imperfection.
I’d stir my coffee, bitter as your hesitation,
While the world outside spun with reckless invitation.

[Chorus]
I don’t need a trophy, just the taste of my name,
Echoing loud in the halls where they tried to erase me.
I’m not here for the glory, not here for the fame,
I’m here to prove the fire in my veins won’t betray me.
[Verse 2]
You said I was a gamble, a risk without reward,
But I’ve stacked my chips on the table, every card explored.
The mirror’s reflection shows the cracks I’ve collected,
But they’re just the map of the battles I’ve directed.
[Chorus]
I don’t need a trophy, just the taste of my name,
Echoing loud in the halls where they tried to erase me.
I’m not here for the glory, not here for the fame,
I’m here to prove the fire in my veins won’t betray me.
[Bridge]
The weight of the world feels lighter on my shoulders,
Every stumble, every fall, just made me bolder.
I’ve traded your doubts for my own liberation,
And now I’m standing tall in my own creation.
[Verse 3]
The finish line’s a mirage, always shifting, always near,
But I’ve learned to run with purpose, not with fear.
The crowd’s roar is a whisper compared to my ambition,
I’ve rewritten the rules of my own competition
[Chorus]
I don’t need a trophy, just the taste of my name,
Echoing loud in the halls where they tried to erase me.
I’m not here for the glory, not here for the fame,
I’m here to prove the fire in my veins won’t betray me.
[Outro]
So let them talk, let them doubt, let them wonder,
I’m a storm in the making, a force they’ll remember.
The finish line’s just the start of my ascension,
And I’ll keep running till I’ve shattered every convention.
 (running) running (running)

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Trophy by Hot Cookie

Another Look   songwriter Edwin H. Balder
I walked into the studio, wide-eyed and green,
With a heart full of melodies and a head full of dreams.
They handed me a contract, said, “This is your shot,”
But the fine print was a minefield I didn’t spot.
They promised me the world, but it came with a cost,
My voice in their hands, my integrity lost.

[Chorus]
Another look, another page,
Another lesson learned too late.
Another door, another lock,
Another dream I almost lost.
I should’ve slowed down, taken my time,
Now I’m rewriting the rules, making them mine.
Another look, another chance,
This time,  sucker...(sucker) your turn to dance...
your turn to dance...

[Verse 2]
They said, “Change your sound, it’s not what sells,”
So I bent my truth till I couldn’t tell.
The fans saw through it, said, “This isn’t you,”
And the label dropped me when the numbers fell through.
I was back to square one, but I wasn’t the same,
I’d learned the hard way how to play the game.

[Chorus]
Another look, another page,
Another lesson learned too late.
Another door, another lock,
Another dream I almost lost.
I should’ve slowed down, taken my time,
Now I’m rewriting the rules, making them mine.
Another look, another chance,
This time,  sucker...(sucker) your turn to dance...
your turn to dance...

[Bridge]
Now I book my own shows, write my own checks,
And the freedom I’ve found is worth the respect.
The industry’s a maze, but I’ve got the map,
And I’m building my future without looking back.

[Verse 3]
I see wide-eyed kids with guitars in their hands,
And I want to warn them, but they won’t understand.
So I sing my truth, let the music speak,
And hope they hear the wisdom in every beat.

[Chorus]
Another look, another page,
Another lesson learned too late.
Another door, another lock,
Another dream I almost lost.
I should’ve slowed down, taken my time,
Now I’m rewriting the rules, making them mine.
Another look, another chance,
This time,  sucker...(sucker) your turn to dance...
your turn to dance...

[Outro]
you got to know ( got to know) take it slow,
read the fine print Know you can say  no  (NO!)
 trust your gut, take a moment
 walk away,  knw when to shut the door shut.
Another look, another climb,
Always ( always) do it right,  by taking your time. (another look) taking your time(another...look) another ....look


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Another Look by Hot Cookie

Those Who Answered   songwriter Edwin H. Balder
You don't light a match in the wind
You don't plant seeds on broken tin—
But if your cup's got a little extra
Pour it out where the ground is desperate

Pop kept a ledger of every dime
Not for the money, just to remind him:
"This much sweat buys this much bread
This much pride keeps the wolves from the bed"
But I saw him slip a twenty in the plate
Then skip supper and call it fasting for faith

If you can, 
(If you can)
then you do—
(then you do)
That's the law of the lost and used
Not for glory, not for crowns
Just 'cause need's the loudest sound
When the world goes dark and small...
You remember most all
those who answered when you called...
[ tight piano hook]
those who answered .....when ....you called....

Now I see him in the man outside the 7-11
Holding a sign that says "Almost to Heaven"
I grab two sandwiches, sit on the curb
Say "My dad wore that same hurt"
He laughs "Funny how the ones who starve
Are the first to split their last scar"

If you can, 
(If you can)
then you do—
(then you do)
That's the law of the lost and used
Not for glory, not for crowns
Just 'cause need's the loudest sound
When the world goes dark and small...
You remember most all
those who answered when you called...
those who answered .....when ....you called....

Funny thing about an empty hand—
you need to think hard and try to understand

So if your cup's got a little extra
Pour it out where the ground is desperate
If you can, 
(If you can)
then you do—
(then you do)
You remember most all
those who answered when you called...
those who answered .....when ....you called....


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Those Who Answered by Hot Cookie

Fun House by song writer Edwin H. Balder
Head to the fun house
Carnival's in town
Clown nose in your hand
I want you around
Lay on the plush rug
In your makeup
Pick me up at dawn
In your broken-down truck
I don't want to go home
Can we stay in this dream?
In the fun house
A house for me
Walkin' through the door
This ain't no place for
A girl like me
Come set me free
I don't want to go home
Can we stay in this dream?
In the fun house
A house for me
Set me free
Set me free

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Fun House by Hot Cookie

The Other Side Of The Fence   Edwin H. Balder
I still hear your voice, caught between past and presence,
Calling me softly from the other side of the fence.
We carved stars into the wood of the gate,
Maps of the skies we believed held our fate.
The grass grew wild where we promised forever,
But promises fade like unwritten letters.
Your laugh, like thunder, broke the silence we made,
Now it lingers in shadows of the choices we’ve weighed.
The other side of the fence still holds its whispers,
Dreams we chased with hearts as persistent drifters.
I called your name, but the echoes grew distant,
A melody trapped in the thread of resistance.
Years moved slow, like the branches that twist,
Roots bound in the soil where our memories exist.
I trace the lines where your hand used to linger,
A chill in the air replaces warmth with a stinger.
The moon stayed constant, but we fell apart,
Left staring through barriers we built at the start.
The other side of the fence still holds its whispers,
Dreams we chased with hearts as persistent drifters.
I called your name, but the echoes grew distant,
A melody trapped in the thread of resistance.
But the fence is a line, not the end of the story,
A divide to climb for a shot at our glory.
It’s here I stand, where pain meets renewal,
Facing the truth, though sharp, yet so truthful.
Loss gives way to the colors of healing,
Each step forward is a life redefining feeling.
Now I walk past the shadows we once feared,
Facing the sunrise where hope reappears.
The fence no longer keeps me from finding,
The grace in goodbye and the strength in rewinding.
I leave behind what I can't reclaim,
Taking steps toward a peace without blame.
The other side of the fence holds its whispers,
But now I see how time's tender touch delivers.
Your name is a song—no longer resistance,
A melody softened by quiet persistence.


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The Other Side Of The Fence by Hot Cookie

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Worst ever is a thing and she own's it!
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Everyone knows it's Bondi  by The Indivisibles

 For Julie on Her Birthday!

"The Wonder of Your Ways" Edwin H. Balder

Julie, you’re the reason candles blaze,
Not just today—but all our days.
You lift us up in quiet praise,
We live in the wonder of your ways.
[fade in acoustic guritar hook]

You remember each birthday like it’s sacred tradition,
Bake every cake with a quiet precision.
Your hands know joy like a trusted musician,
Turning simple ingredients into vision.

You listen like time slows down just for you,
Give advice like a map that always rings true.
You make the messes feel like grace in disguise—
With calm in your voice and truth in your eyes.

Julie, you’re the reason candles blaze,
Not just today—but all our days.
You hold this family like a phrase,
We live in the wonder of your ways.
[acoustic guritar hook]

You’ve been the first call in moments of worry,
You show up strong, never shaken or hurried.
You’ve raised more than kids—you’ve built foundation,
With love as your legacy’s declaration.

Every table you set holds a piece of your heart,
From the start to dessert—it’s a work of art.
You gave us warmth when the world went cold,
You turned every struggle into something gold.

[Chorus]
Julie, you’re the reason candles blaze,
Not just today—but all our days.
You hold this family like a phrase,
We live in the wonder of your ways.

[Bridge]
You’re the sky in the storm, the shelter, the spark,
The light in our questions, the guide through the dark.
Not one of us stands without your foundation,
Your life is our family’s celebration.

[Verse 3]
You’re the rhythm our best days danced to,
The first to give and the last to undo.
You gave us birthdays, yes—but more than that:
A home, a legacy, a welcome mat.

We thank you not just for the cakes and the care,
But for always, always being there.
There’s no title that fits you—it’s not just "mother"—
You’re the heart, the glue, the soul like no other.

[Outro]
Julie, you’re the reason candles blaze,
Not just today—but all our days.
You hold this family like a phrase,
We live in the wonder of your way...
....
We live in the wonder ...of... your ..way....

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The Wonder of Your Ways by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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

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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