Never Alone by Tina Talone
his cloak is stitched from sky and stone
he leads the way to never alone
he was born on a whisper, a wind-born name
eyes like rivers that forgot their shame
he talks to owls, he heals with flame
but never asks for worldly fame
and if you’re lost or can’t recall—
he’ll catch your soul before you fall
come to the land of never alone
where the dreams walk proud and the sorrow’s flown
he knows your ache, he knows your tone
welcome home… to never alone
solo
he found a girl with a frostbitten heart
sang her story from the end to start
she cried in colors not yet known
but he danced her pain into stone
come to the land of never alone
where every goodbye has a softer tone
he’ll take your story, stitch it whole
welcome home… to never alone
his trail’s a shimmer, soft and wide
with footprints made of someone’s pride
he gathers voices, soft and torn
makes tapestries from those reborn
and if you ask, “why does he roam?”
he'll say: “I build what's called home”
not all magic needs a spell
not all heroes choose to dwell
but if you’re broken, if you’ve strayed—
get off that path that pain has made
come to the land of never alone
where love survives in root and bone
if you’ve lost the words to find your way—
he’ll sing them back, come what may
your tears are welcome, your fear well-known—
welcome home… to never alone

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Never Alone by Tina Talone

A thank you to the Oak Ridge Boys!
Glad you stopped by  Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Glad you stopped by
Been a long week, working hard just to make ends meet
Coffee's getting cold, same old story that I repeat
Then I hear your footsteps walking up my gravel drive
And suddenly this tired heart comes back alive
Don't know what it is about you
But you make everything feel right
Glad you stopped by, glad you stopped by
When the world gets heavy and I can't see the sky
You bring the sunshine, you bring the light
Glad you stopped by, glad you stopped by
Kitchen table conversations lasting past midnight
Telling stories about the good times and the fights
You remind me who I am when I lose my way
Turn my darkest moments into brighter days
Don't know what it is about you
But you make everything feel right
Chorus
Glad you stopped by, glad you stopped by
When the world gets heavy and I can't see the sky
You bring the sunshine, you bring the light
Glad you stopped by, glad you stopped by
From my mama's Sunday dinners to my daddy's working hands
To my brother's midnight phone calls when life don't go as planned
From my sister's crazy laughter to my best friend's honest words
Every face that shows up here is the greatest gift I've heard
So I'm grateful for the moments, for the love that comes my way
For the folks who choose to stay when others walk away
Glad you stopped by, glad you stopped by
Glad you stopped by, glad you stopped by
When the world gets heavy and I can't see the sky
You bring the sunshine, you bring the light
Glad you stopped by, glad you stopped by
Outro
Don't be a stranger now
Glad you stopped by
Keep coming around
Glad you stopped by

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I'll drink to that....how bout you Blake?
Outlaw’s Tide By songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Blacktop cold. Headlights bold.
Loadin’ up shine, never doin’ what we’re told.
Just a ghost on wheels, born to slide—
I ride the burn… of the outlaw’s tide.
The night was black as a widow’s veil
Tires hissed on gravel, never left a trail
A trunk full of shine, a heart full of pride
Running them roads where the law won’t abide
Moonlight danced on the hood of my Ford
Shadows stretched out like a silent accord
Every turn was a gamble, a game
Chasing my freedom, outrunning my name
On whiskey roads, where the devil rides
The law can’t catch what the night provides
With a lead foot down and the throttle wide
I’m bound by the burn of... the... outlaw’s.... tide...
Daddy taught me how to twist that jar
Said, “Son, this life’ll take you far”
“But trust your clutch—not the crowd or badge”
“Just the hum of your motor, loud and brash”
Sirens wail in the rearview glass
Blue lights tryin’ to rewrite my past
Radio static, their voices in vain
But I know these backroads like blood in my veins
On whiskey roads, where the devil rides
The law can’t catch what the truth divides
With a rebel’s grin and the throttle wide
I’m sworn by sweat to ...the... outlaw’s ....tide....
This ain’t a life for the faint of breath
It’s moonlight mercy and motor death
The law writes rules—this road writes mine
Each bottle, each bend, each outlaw sign
My hands smell like fuel and pine
My thoughts run cold like homemade shine
From Carolina curves to Kentucky bends
This ride ain’t over—it just depends
You can brand me rogue, you can call it sin
But this wheel’s a prayer I’m baptized in
And every chase, every sunrise ride—
Proves I’m alive in.. the... outlaw’s... tide...
On whiskey roads, where the devil rides
I haunt the edge where truth collides
With a lead foot down and the throttle wide
I live by the pull of the outlaw’s tide
the outlaw’s tide the outlaw’s tide live by the pull of ...the ..outlaw’s... tide

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Outlaw’s Tide By songwriter Edwin H. Balder

And She’s The One    by Edwin H Balder
They said, “She’s just a girl.”
But I saw grease on knuckles and grit in curl.
Two wheels at 100, no room to bluff—
She learned how life runs when parts get tough.
She grew up in boots, not ballerina shoes
Watched her dad tune engines under fading blues
She learned how balance isn’t just for speed
It’s knowing what cracks before you lead
While others chased pretty, she chased precise
Knew every bolt had a story and price
Didn’t need no praise or sweet remark
She earned her place right from the start
She knows the work—how things stay true
How torque and trust can pull you through
No mirrors, no masks, no easy claim
Just the tools, the truth, and a name
And when the pressure hits and tires slip—
She runs on heart... and takes no lip
solo
She didn’t talk big, but she built bold
Fixed what others threw out cold
No shortcuts cut in her design
Just patterns wired from a working mind
Her dreams weren’t tied to runing blind
She found her beauty in the working line
Welded in silence, tuned through tears
She made the kind of peace that perseveres
She knows the work—when the job gets loud
She stands where others just act proud
No shortcuts, no showy start
She builds the world from moving parts
When balance fails or bolts get tight—
She makes it run, she gets it right
Now her hands teach more than right
Lessons drawn from torque and might
She tells her girls: “Don’t fake the form—
A soul well-built outlasts the storm”
She ain’t some story made to please
She’s friction turned to harmony
And every mile she’s driven through
Sings proof of all that strength can do
She knows the work—and what it costs
How pressure marks but never lost
She learned from hands that built with grace
And passed it down in every trace
She’s not just strong—she’s tuned to last
She knows the work… the present and past
Two wheels, hundred miles—no time to guess
You better trust what you built under stress
She doesn’t hope, she just prepares
Because her kind makes answers where others stare
They said, “She’s just a girl.”
Now they say, “She gets it done.”
The work speaks loud—and she’s the one.

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And She’s The One by Hot Cookie

We was Mad at Molly at first must say...
Wigging Out by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
pushed all the buttons, heard a click not a chime
the gears spun backwards, lost track of time
they said "stay steady"—but i danced with doubt
here’s what it looks like when you’re wiggin’ out
my coffee went cold, my boots don’t fit
i yelled at a squirrel and forgot to quit
the dog looked worried, the neighbor fled
i tried to fix the porch, broke the shed
left the light on, burned the toast
talked to the mirror like it was a ghost
phone kept ringin’, i just stared
change ain’t clean—it’s loud and bared
i’m wiggin’ out, but i’m not done
the storm comes first, then comes the sun
i tore down walls with trembling grace
just to find my better place
call it messy, call it route—
it’s the gospel of wiggin’ out
i quit my job on a tuesday morn
wrote ten poems and a unicorn
then sold my couch for a mandolin
moved all my madness into a tin
painted peace signs on my sleeve
hugged a stranger who tried to leave
they said, “you okay?” i said, “we’ll see…”
growth ain’t always therapy
i’m wiggin’ out, and that’s alright
change wears boots and sleeps at night
i broke my rules, bent my pride
slipped and stumbled, but didn’t hide
lost my map, found a new route—
ain’t no shame in wiggin’ out
they say it’s chaos 'fore it’s clear
and not every breakdown means fear
i cried in church, laughed in court
finally found what i’d ignored
i learned that roots don’t hate the sky
and you can bloom with weeds nearby
so if you see me spinning wild—
know i’m just learning to be a child
change don’t whisper, it yells in flame
kicks down comfort, won’t play tame
but every crack lets healing through
and every mess might lead to you
i’m wiggin’ out, but i’m not lost
the wind might howl, but i count the cost
i spilled my fears and stitched them loud
found myself beneath the cloud
if freedom’s what this is about—
then bless the soul who’s wiggin’ out
[shredding acoustic flat picking guitar riff]
[Outro – gentle banjo fade]
i built a life from starts and shouts
thank god… for wiggin’ out

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Wigging Out by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

I found wonder I hope for my children
May This Kind Of Love Find Me by Tina Talone
i saw them crossing at the light
his hand wrapped soft, her grip held tight
the kind of love that doesn’t speak—
but moves the soul, week by week
she wiped the ice cream from his chin
laughed like time was tucked within
he reached for napkins, missed the mark
she smiled—said, “life with you is such a lark”
they passed the plate, no word was said
just eyes that knew the life they’d led
and all the noise fell out of tune
as two old hands hold under a fignernail moon
may this kind of love find me
the kind that walks, not just runs free
the kind that waits in worn-out shoes
that trades the noise for quiet truths
may it show up, soft and slow—
like someone who just… knows
he helped her step across the lane
dodged the cars, ignored the pain
his back was bent, her knees went weak
but they moved like a steady heartbeat
she called him “darlin’,” kissed his sleeve
like they still danced on new year’s eve
i held my breath, they held their ground
in love that doesn’t spin—just stays around
may this kind of love find me
the kind that’s sewn in memory
that doesn’t need a perfect line
just two old souls and borrowed time
may it whisper, may it grace—
and call my heart to that kind of place
they traded food across the booth
no score, no keeping track of truth
she gave her fries, he passed his pie
and neither one asked “when” or “why”
just the quiet rhythm shared
the way you love when you’ve repaired
the way you listen with your skin
to what the silence holds within
not love that sparks and fades in thrill
but love that climbs the highest hill
with every wrinkle, every scar—
proof that hearts know who we are
i want the kind that stays, not steals—
the kind that's built from what feels real
may this kind of love find me
the kind that sees beyond what’s free
the kind that folds into each day
like prayers we never learned to say
may it bless me, through and through—
and let me give that kind of love... too
i watched them fade beyond the street
but still their rhythm beats in me
may this kind of love find me
may this kind of love find me

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May This Kind Of Love Find Me by Tina Talone

I'm Just hungry!
Fast Food by Edwin H. Balder
Golden arches lit me up at ten
Had a Big Mac dream and a Whopper yen
The Colonel whispered in crispy code—
“This highway life is a hungry road”
Dunkin’ woke me with a caramel kiss
While Starbucks played it bougie, hit or miss
Jack in the Box sent me deep-fried love
And Wendy’s fries fit just like a glove
Got Taco Bell heat in a midnight jam
Chipotle wrapped me up like I’m worth a damn
Chick-fil-A smiles in Sunday’s breeze
While Sonic rolls in chili cheese
Fast food, it’s my crown and flame
Every drive-thru knows my name
From McNuggets to pepperoni pies
I live where the flavor flies
Burger King dreams and Arby’s roast
I chase each bite that matters most
Five Guys stacked it high and proud
And Panda served me peace in clouds
Popeyes fried up a gospel treat
While Jersey Mike’s just brought the meat
Little Caesars gave me cheesy delight
Domino’s called in the heat of night
Subway tried to make it fresh
But Dairy Queen? That swirl’s finesse
Fast food, I wear that crown
Grease-stained hands, I’m never down
Pizza Hut in my rearview mirror—
And Krispy Kreme just drew me nearer
It’s a mood, a vibe, a plate of gold—
I’m drive-thru royalty, brave and bold
The register sings, the bag gets packed
Del Taco deals never hold me back
Breakfast wraps from Carl’s at dawn
I got loyalty where fries are drawn
No sit-down rules, no linen cloth—
I dine in speed, I dine in sloth
A&W floats through memory lane
Shake Shack brings the gourmet gain
In-N-Out's a west coast sin
And Raising Cane’s makes souls grin
Jimmy John’s zooms with freaky speed
Qdoba knows just what I need
I hop between the names that stick
Because fast food love is always quick
Fast food, it’s my marching beat
Every bite a fierce retreat
I’m not here for calorie shame—
I’m here for taste, for claim to fame
So roll that window, start the feast—
I’m drive-thru royalty… unleashed
Napkin throne and soda crown…
Every flavor wears me down…
But I still rule this greasy town

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Moves Like Fire    by Tina Talone
still got glitter from last night's dance
phone's half-dead, but i’ll take my chance
they say “slow down,” but i don’t tire—
I blaze through— moves like fire
woke up late, forgot the test
out the door in thrift-store best
coffee spilled, forgot the key
still ten steps ahead, you’ll see
playlist’s loud, mind’s on spin
turning chaos into wins
don’t need perfect to feel alive
just a beat, a spark, my will to thrive
moves like fire—not for show
blazing trails as I go
laughing at doubt, wear truth proud
makes peace with every cloud
no one's chasing, no one's slow—
you either keep up… or let me go
been hurt, but won't unpack
carring wisdom in my backpack
texts unread, heart half-healed
I still shows up, unrevealed
friends drift off, the world plays cold
life's too bold to be controlled
I'm the one they tried to box inside
fucked me over when you lied
moves like fire—fast and sure
finding joy in every blur
heels or hoodies, doesn’t matter
grabs at worth and lets it shatter
you want truth? you want real grace?
watch me ...the hell.. light ..up ..this.. place..
no edit, no disguise
got deep scars, but clearer skies
fighting through noise with one clear tone—
“i’m not afraid to be alone”
every night, before sleep—
I thank the music.. that ...makes ...leap
shared fries with someone new
blew a kiss to skies so blue
helped a stranger, tipped too high
living like love’s a daily try
forgot my charger, broke my boot
but never once lost my pursuit
won’t be paused, won’t be denied
building back from those who lied
moves like fire, wide and wild
every tear another mile
never perfect, never fake
finding strength in what might break
they say “slow down”—but got plans
the world turns fast… but my music still stands
moves like fire—not for show
burnomg trail as I go
laughing at doubt, wear truth proud
makes peace with every cloud
no one's chasing, no one's slow—
you either ..keep up… or let me go
keep up… or ..let ..me ..go

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Moves Like Fire by Tina Talone

Men trying to be men again and again

Don't Cry by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

held my boy when he broke his arm 

said “you’re tough,” kept my voice calm 

he looked at me with tearful eyes 

i kissed his head and just… don’t cry 

mama passed on a sunday night 

i dug through photos, held on tight 

my sister wept, my brother sighed 

i clenched my jaw and just… don’t cry 

lost my job after twenty years 

packed my desk through quiet tears 

the boss said “sorry,” i said “i’ll try” 

then drove home slow and just… don’t cry 

watched her grow from curls to grace 

first dance shoes, then college place 

she hugged me once, said “thanks, goodbye” 

i waved her off and just… don’t cry 

but i feel it all, every ache, every high 

every moment i let the silence lie 

i held it in, like men are taught to do 

but lord, these tears—they know the truth 

so if i break, just let it slide— 

i’ve spent a lifetime tryin’ not to cry 

she walked the aisle in satin white 

her eyes met mine, the world felt right 

she whispered “dad,” and i knew why— 

we both let go… and let tears dance, not just cry


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Don't Cry by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

When the Carnival Came to Town

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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