Wouldn’t Go by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

I’m just a girl with a guitar in my hand,  
Singing my heart out to an unfamiliar land.  
But behind every note, behind every light,  
There’s a crew in the shadows, working through the night.  

The sound guy’s dialing, chasing every tone,  
While the lighting gal paints the stage like it’s her own.  
And the one who tunes my strings when they go flat,  
Makes sure I’m ready, no matter where we’re at.  
  
La la (la, la) la la la,  
They’re the heartbeat of this traveling show.  
La la (la, la) la la la,   
Without them, this band wouldn’t go.  
[ finger picking Acoustic guitar hook]
 
The bus driver’s steady, eyes on the line,  
Through the rain and the darkness, he keeps us on time.  
And the merch girl’s smiling, though her feet are sore,  
Selling pieces of our souls at every door.  

The roadie’s lifting, his back’s feeling weak,  
But he never complains, not a word does he speak.  
And the manager’s hustling, making deals on the phone,  
While we’re chasing the dream, we’re never alone.  
 
La la (la, la) la la la,  
They’re the heartbeat of this traveling show.  
La la (la, la) la la la,   
Without them, this band wouldn’t go.  


And when the lights go down, and the crowd’s gone home,  
We’re just a family, tired to the bone.  
But there’s a magic in the chaos, a rhythm in the grind,  
And I know I couldn’t do it without them by my side.  


So here’s to the sound guy, the lighting gal too,  
The tuner, the driver, and the whole hardworking crew.  
You may not see their faces, or know every name,  
But they’re the reason we shine, the reason for our fame.  


La la (la, la) la la la,  
They’re the heartbeat of this traveling show.  
La la (la, la) la la la,   
Without them, this band wouldn’t go.  
[ finger picking Acoustic guitar hook] 

 
La la ( la, la) la la la,  
They’re the reason we’re still on the road.  
La la (la, la) la la la,  
Without them, this band wouldn’t go.  
La la (la, la) la la la,  
this band ....wouldn’t .....go.  
La la (la, la) la la la,

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Wouldn’t Go  by Hot Cookie

I keep going on red.....
I Stood Waiting by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
At the crossroads, I stood waiting…
(waiting)…waiting…
Every path a story, every step debating....(ooooh yea)....
I was twenty-three with a suitcase dream,
A one-way ticket and a heart too keen.
The city lights whispered, "Come and see,"
But the shadows answered, "What will you be?"
I met a woman with a laugh like rain,
She held my hand through the joy and pain.
But the road called louder, and I had to go,
Left her standing in the afterglow.
At the crossroads, I stood waiting,
Every path a story, every step debating.
Do I chase the fire or let it fade away?
Do I build the life or the dream I’ve made today?
At the crossroads, I found my way,
Through the broken nights and the brighter days.
Every turn a lesson, every step a fight,
At the crossroads, I learned to write my life.
Years rolled by like a freight train’s song,
Somewhere between the right and wrong.
I built a home, then watched it fall,
Heard the echoes through the empty hall.
A child’s laughter, a fleeting sound,
A love that slipped through the cracks unbound.
But the crossroads whispered, "You’re still here,
The story’s yours, the end is near."
At the crossroads, I stood waiting,
Every path a story, every step debating.
Do I chase the fire or let it fade away?
Do I build the life or the dream I’ve made today?
At the crossroads, I found my way,
Through the broken nights and the brighter days.
Every turn a lesson, every step a fight,
At the crossroads, I learned to write my life.
Now I see the threads I’ve sewn,
The seeds I’ve planted, the unknown.
The crossroads aren’t just a place to choose,
They’re the moments where we win or lose.
And every scar, every tear, every line,
Is a map of where I’ve been, a sign.
So here I stand, with the years behind,
A heart still searching, a soul still kind.
The crossroads stretch in every direction,
A tapestry of love and imperfection.
I’ll take the path that feels like home,
Where the light is soft, and I’m not alone.
For every ending is a start anew,
At the crossroads, I’ll find the truth.
At the crossroads, I stood waiting,
Every path a story, every step debating.
Do I chase the fire or let it fade away?
Do I build the life or the dream I’ve made today?
At the crossroads, I found my way,
Through the broken nights and the brighter days.
Every turn a lesson, every step a fight,
At the crossroads, I learned to write my life.
At the crossroads, I stood waiting…
(waiting)…waiting…
Every path a story, every step debating....(ooooh yea)....


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I Stood Waiting by Hot Cookie

You Love Me by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

The way your hand finds mine in the dark,  
Like a compass pointing right to my heart.  
No grand gestures, no fireworks in the sky,  
Just the quiet kind of love that never says goodbye.  ...

[Verse 1]  
You brew my coffee bitter, just the way I crave,  
Leave the window cracked so I can hear the rain.  
You memorize the lyrics to my favorite song,  
Even when I’m wrong, you swear I’m never wrong.  

[Chorus]  
It’s the way you love me, steady, not in a rush,  
The way you hold my silence when the world’s too much.  
You don’t need to say it, I can see it in your eyes,  
It’s the way you love me that makes me realize—  
Love isn’t loud, it’s the quiet that stays,  
The way you love me takes my breath away.  

[Verse 2]  
You fold the laundry crooked, but you always try,  
Leave the porch light burning when I work late nights.  
You laugh at my jokes, even the ones that fall flat,  
And you never keep score, no, you don’t do that.  

[Chorus]  
It’s the way you love me, steady, not in a rush,  
The way you hold my silence when the world’s too much.  
You don’t need to say it, I can see it in your eyes,  
It’s the way you love me that makes me realize—  
Love isn’t loud, it’s the quiet that stays,  
The way you love me takes my breath away. 

[Bridge]  
It’s in the way you notice when I change my hair,  
The way you’re always there, like the air, everywhere.  
You don’t need a spotlight, you don’t need a stage,  
Your love’s a steady flame that time can’t age.  

[Verse 3]  
You kiss my forehead when I’m half asleep,  
Whisper dreams into the promises we keep.  
You don’t need a reason, you don’t need a plan,  
You just love me wholly, as I am.  

[Chorus]  
It’s the way you love me, steady, not in a rush,  
The way you hold my silence when the world’s too much.  
You don’t need to say it, I can see it in your eyes,  
It’s the way you love me that makes me realize—  
Love isn’t loud, it’s the quiet that stays,  
The way you love me takes my breath away.  

[Outro]  
It’s the way you love me, no fanfare, no disguise,  
Just the quiet kind of love that never says goodbye.  
And if love’s a language, you speak it so clear,  
In every little thing, I ...know... your.... here.
The way you love me ..ooooh
....The way you love me (love me)
The... way ...you.. love... me... ooooh
The way... you...
 love me...

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You Love Me by Hot Cookie

Got a free one way pass...
Here In Hell by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
 ....."Here in hell, you think you know pain… but pain’s never ...the... same."
The devil doesn’t ride in on a horse of flame, He’s in the way your voice still shakes when you say my name. The jukebox plays a song I used to call my own, But the notes unravel, and I’m left here alone. I gave up my wings for a seat at this bar, Where lost souls gather, and memories scar.
 Here in hell, you think you know pain, But here, pain’s never the same. You relive the love and peace you lost, For here in hell, you’re meant to exhaust All the wrongs you scream, all the lies you tell— Oh, here in hell is where you fell.....here in hell ...is.... where...... you fell.   ( fell.. to ..hell)
 The clock on the wall’s got a broken hand, It moves like the truth I couldn’t withstand. You said you’d stay, but the door’s still wide, And I’m left with the echo of the last lie you tried. The devil’s not cruel, he just knows your game, He deals in the secrets you thought no one could name.
 Here in hell, you think you know pain, But here, pain’s never the same. You relive the love and peace you lost, For here in hell, you’re meant to exhaust All the wrongs you scream, all the lies you tell— Oh, here in hell is where you fell.....here in hell ...is.... where...... you fell.   ( fell.. to ..hell)
 I used to think heaven was a place up above, But it’s the way you held me when I needed your love. Now I’m dancing with shadows, chasing ghosts in the flame, And the devil just whispers, “You chose this parade.” Here in hell, you... think.... you know ...pain…think...again!
 The bar’s closing down, but I’m still in my seat, Staring at the scars on the heart I can’t beat. The devil doesn’t win, he just watches you fall, And hell’s the name for the pain you recall. I’ll leave when I’m ready, or maybe I’ll stay, ‘Cause hell’s not a place—it’s the price you pay.
 Here in hell, you think you know pain, But here, pain’s never the same. You relive the love and peace you lost, For here in hell, you’re meant to exhaust All the wrongs you scream, all the lies you tell— Oh, here in hell is where you fell.....here in hell ...is.... where...... you fell.   (where...... you fell. ) fell to hell (fell to hell)...fell...to...hell....(hell)

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Here In Hell by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Cookie Jar by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
I learned 'bout secrets in my grandma’s kitchen,
Her porcelain jar wore a smile, sugar-dusted and twitchin’.
You’d spin lies like licorice, sweet but black at the core,
Now I’m scrubbing fingerprints from that cracked cupboard door.
We danced ‘round truths like crumbs on linoleum,
Your promises stale as week-old cinnamon.
That jar held more than cookies—it kept our loose ends,
Till the lid wouldn’t shut on the ghosts we’d pretend.
Oh, we stacked regrets like Oreos,
Dunked ‘em in denial, let the sweetness dissolve.
But sugar can’t glue what trust breaks apart—
You turned a love song into a cheap department store heart.
Now the cookie jar’s shattered, rhinestone scars in the dust,
Revealin’ the boy who’s just a boy—no angel, just rust.
We built us a church where the lies congregate,
But the cookie jar’s empty, and the sermon’s too late.
Yeah, the cookie jar’s cryin’ in a major 7th chord,
A hymn for the broken, a reckoning stored.
It sang, “Darling, you’re more than his collateral stars—”
Now the cookie jar’s silent… but I’m louder by far.
Let the pieces cut where they fall,
There’s freedom in fractures, redemption in the crawl.
You swore love was a recipe, measurements precise,
But you baked your ego tall as a twice-risen Christ.
I found your “sorrys” buried deep in the flour,
Next to the hourglass losin’ its power.
That jar was a vault for the love we deferred,
Till its ceramic spine snapped on the last unheard word.
Now the kitchen’s a courtroom, the moon’s our sole witness,
And the jury’s this ache—half grief, half forgiveness.
Oh, we marinated in maybes,
Maraschino vows in a bourbon-soaked haze.
But the truth’s got a flavor that lingers like smoke,
And I’m done sippin’ nostalgia from a heartbroke joke.
I used to think broken meant unworthy of display,
Like chipped china cloistered in a velvet-lined tray.
But there’s a quilt in the chaos, a mosaic’s keen art—
You can’t hide a sunrise in a shoebox of dark.
So I’ll sweep up the shards, let ‘em glitter my veins,
Turn “what could’ve been” into a railroad track’s refrain.
That jar was a mirror, and I’m finally seen—
Not his kept thing, but a cookie jar queen.

[Outro 4 Bars]

The jar’s just a jar now… no parable, no shrine.
But sometimes at midnight, I still hum its design.
And the cracks sing back in a harmony true—
“The sweetest revival’s the one you outgrew.”

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Cookie Jar by Hot Cookie

My Zip Code is here and you should stop by...and bring your axe

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Endless by Hot Cookie

THIS IS AN OPEN SOURCE SONG WITH OPEN RIGHTS TO COVER!
So Sorry Abe by The Indivisibles
Amen... (amen... amen)... amen...
Let the ..(echoes rise), let the truth begin...

"Four score and seven years ago," they brought forth a nation,
Conceived in liberty, a bold declaration.
"Now we are engaged in a great civil war,"
Testing whether this nation, or any, can endure.
We stand on "a great battlefield of that war,"
Dedicated to the proposition that all men are more
Than the sum of their struggles, their pain, and their scars,
We are met to honor "the brave men, living and dead,"
Who fought here to advance what the founders once said.
Oh, what have we lost? What can we reclaim?
The echoes of history cry through the pain.
"We cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate,"
This ground more than those who gave their fate.
"The world will little note, nor long remember,"
But we must carry the fire of their last ember.
For "the great task remaining before us,"
We rise together, in their name, for justice.
"It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated,"
To the unfinished work they so nobly advanced.
"From these honored dead, we take increased devotion,"
To the cause for which they gave their last motion.
"That this nation, under God, shall have a new birth,"
Of freedom, equality, and the dignity of worth.
"And that government of the people, by the people, for the people,"
Shall not perish, but rise from the steeple.
Oh, what have we lost? What can we reclaim?
The echoes of history cry through the pain.
"We cannot dedicate, we cannot consecrate,"
This ground more than those who gave their fate.
"The world will little note, nor long remember,"
But we must carry the fire of their last ember.
For "the great task remaining before us,"
We rise together, in their name, for justice.
"We are met on a great battlefield of that war,"
But the war we fight now is at our own door.
"Those who here gave their lives," their sacrifice clear,
Call us to finish the work they held dear.
"Let us here highly resolve that these dead,"
Shall not have died in vain, their vision widespread.
"That this nation, under God, shall have a new birth,"
Of freedom, equality, and the dignity of worth.
"Let us here highly resolve," let us be true,
To the vision they dreamed, for me and you.
Our America, all America, bound by design,
A promise unbroken, a light that will shine.
(Our America, all America, bound by design...)

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So Sorry Abe by The Indivisibles

Hard To Tell by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

The moonlight spills like a confession,
A quiet ache, a buried question.
Is it love or just a fleeting spell?
Oh, darling, it’s so hard to tell.

[Verse 1]

The silence hums with hesitation,
A symphony of unspoken conversation.
Do I dare disrupt the fragile air,
Or let the moment linger, unaware?
The words I hold are heavy, and real
A fragile truth how do I tell if it is real

[Chorus]
It’s hard to tell if this is real or just an illusion,
Hard to tell if love’s a gift or a confusion.
Is it love or just a fleeting spell?
Oh, darling, it’s so hard to tell.
Oh, darling, 
Hard to tell, (hard to tell) Hard.... to..... TELL

[Verse 2]
Your laughter echoes like a melody,
A song I’ve memorized but can’t set free.
I read the lines of your hesitation,
A map of doubts, a quiet revelation.
I’m caught between the hope and the despair,
A fragile thread I’m too afraid to tear.

[Chorus]
It’s hard to tell if this is real or just an illusion,
Hard to tell if love’s a gift or a confusion.
Is it love or just a fleeting spell?
Oh, darling, it’s so hard to tell.
Oh, darling, 
Hard to tell, (hard to tell) Hard.... to..... TELL

[Bridge]
I’ve built a fortress out of hesitation,
Afraid to risk the weight of revelation.
But love’s not a equation, no calculation,
It’s a leap of faith, a bold declaration.
So here I stand, my heart on display,
Ready to surrender, come what may.
The truth is simple, no complication:
I love you, but it’s hard to tell if you
feel.. the.. same.... vibration......(vibration)

[Chorus]
It’s hard to tell if this is real or just an illusion,
Hard to tell if love’s a gift or a confusion.
Is it love or just a fleeting spell?
Oh, darling, it’s so hard to tell.
Oh, darling, 
Hard to tell, (hard to tell) Hard.... to..... TELL

hard to tell you my confession,
hard to tell if you'll pop the question.
Is it love or just a fleeting spell?
Oh, darling, it’s so hard to tell.
Hard to tell,   (hard to tell)   hard... to ...tell

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Hard To Tell by Hot Cookie

Sorry Blake!
Texas REAL By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
I hear the twang of a steel guitar  
hummin a tune ringin too far  
from the truth were livin the cracks in the creed  
where the stars at night dont shine on what we need  
Iborn where the bluebonnets bloom  
where the skies stretch wide but the futures entombed  
They said Work hard  youll rise like the sun  
but the schools are broken and the battles never won  
Textbooks heavy with the weight of neglect  
while the leaders line pockets and were left to collect  
 a system thats rigged from the start  
 rich get the power 
the poor lose heart    
Oh Texas your musics a sweet sweet sound  
but your promises crumble like dust on the ground  
From the grid that goes dark to the laws that divide  
youre a beautiful dream with a nightmare inside  
Your songs make me cry but your truth makes me bleed  
Texas I love you but youre killin me  
 lights went out in the freeze of the night  
while the governor joked and the rich stayed tight  
Women are warriors but their rights are chained  
their voices silenced, lost in the rain  
 air tastes like poison, rivers run thick  
with the waste of the greed theyre sellin so quick  
Doctors are leavin the hospitals bare  
while senators sit in their leather-bound chairs  
Oh Texas your musics a sweet sweet sound  
but your promises crumble like dust on the ground  
From the grid that goes dark to the laws that divide  
youre a beautiful dream with a nightmare inside  
Your songs make me cry but your truth makes me bleed  
Texas I love you but youre killin me  
see the ghosts of the frontier  
whisperin through the pines What happened here  
land of the free but chains still bind  
for the many who suffer and grind  
The oil pumps slow like a heartbeat faint  
the earth cracks open and the skies complain  
But the music still plays like a stubborn refrain  
a bittersweet echo of joy and pain  
 standin where the red river flows  
with the weight of the past and the future it shows  
Ill sing for the workers the dreamers the brave  
for the ones who are fightin to rise from the grave  
For the kids in the classrooms with no books to read  
for the mothers who struggle for the ones in need  
For the land that we love but were forced to defend  
Texas this aint the end this aint the end  
Oh Texas your musics a sweet sweet sound  
but your promises crumble like dust on the ground  
From the grid that goes dark to the laws that divide  
youre a beautiful dream with a nightmare inside  
Your songs make me cry but your truth makes me bleed  
Texas I love you but youre killin me  
So Ill strum this guitar and Ill sing this refrain  
for the hope that remains in the heartache and pain  
Texas youre broken but youre still my home  
and Ill fight for the day youre no longer alone  
Your musics a beacon your spirits  a flame
Texas I love you but youve got to change

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Texas REAL By Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

By Edwin H. Balder
Needed to know...am I ready for Beatstars...
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A Beat Untitled By 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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