Best Of Me By Hot Cookie
[Verse]
Engine hums beneath my seat
Restless dreams but I'm so beat
Highway lights blur into a new sky
Sleep won't come...  I try...(I try..I try)

[Verse 2]
Eyes wide open can't pretend
Hearing songs that never end
Caffeine buzz and empty streets
City whispers that  repeat and repeat (and repeat)

[Chorus]
Trying to sleep on the bus but dreams flee
Early soundcheck waiting just for me
Check the clock it's way past three
Life on the road gets the best of me
 best of me
 (best of me)
gets... the... best... of.. me
Life on the road gets the best of me

[Verse 3]
City lights flashing through the windowpane
starts and stops driving me insane
Sirens and street noise calling my name
Midnight maneuvers 
on the road again

[Bridge]
Miles of road and endless crowds
Living fast with head in clouds
Heart's in rhythm
Soul's in tune
new sound check in the next ballroom

[verse 4]
Rolling wheels and a restless soul
Paid the toll but I love the road
Exhausted eyes but there's a fire in me
 best life being what ya want to be


[Chorus]
Trying to sleep on the bus but dreams flee
Early soundcheck waiting just for me
Check the clock it's way past three
Life on the road gets the best of me
 best of me
 (best of me)
gets... the... best... of.. me
Life on the road gets the best of me

[verse 5]
Bandmates laughing yet I’m feeling lone
Silent whispers texting on their phones
 me Scribbling lyrics 'bout the unknown
life on the road... life of your own



[Chorus]
Trying to sleep on the bus but dreams flee
Early soundcheck waiting just for me
Check the clock it's way past three
Life on the road gets the best of me
 best of me
 (best of me)
gets... the... best... of.. me
Life on the road gets the best of me

[outro]
Half-awake dreaming of  love's lost
highway of dreams come at a cost
Morning arriving like a haunting refrain
Can't wait to hear that
applause again
Can't wait to hear that
applause again....
(applause again...applause again).....

Check the clock it's way past three
Life on the road gets the  best of me
 (best of me)  best of me  (best of me)

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Best Of Me By Hot Cookie

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

Broken Things by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
I dropped my guitar on a cold backstage floor,
Strings all tangled, like my heart was before...
hmmm yeah(yeah)..

[Chorus]
But I’ll fix it right, even broken things 
(broken things) can shine,
Through the cracks in the wood, get back up another time.
Every note’s a battle, every chord’s a fight,
 still I’m standing on  another stage under another....  spotlight.....(spotlight).....

[Verse 1]
The gas station coffee, the hum of the bus,
A thousand small towns, but they all sound like us.
The road’s got a rhythm, a heartbeat, a grind,
But some days it feels like I’m losing my mind.
I tighten the strings, but they slip out of place,
Like the dreams I keep chasing, just out of my grasp.

[Chorus]
But I’ll fix it right, even broken things 
(broken things) can shine,
Through the cracks in the wood, get back up another time.
Every note’s a battle, every chord’s a fight,
 still I’m standing on  another stage under another....  spotlight.....(spotlight).....

[Verse 2]
The crowds come and go, like the tide on the shore,
Some nights they’re roaring, some nights I’m ignored.
But mama said, “Honey, you’ve got fire you can't hide
Like Dolly and Reba, you got the music inside
So I patch up the holes in my boots once again start
to  play through the pain, though the breaks in my heart

[Chorus]
But I’ll fix it right, even broken things 
(broken things) can shine,
Through the cracks in the wood, get back up another time.
Every note’s a battle, every chord’s a fight,
 still I’m standing on  another stage under another....  spotlight.....(spotlight).....

[Bridge]
Whiskey nights and coffee dawns, this life’s a parade,
Of highs that lift you up and lows that won’t fade.
But the echoes of legends keep pushing me on,
Old strings may snap, but the music plays on.

[Verse 3]
Some days I’m a whisper, some days I’m a roar,
But I’ll keep on singing till my voice till I can't any more
This guitar’s my companion, my shelter, my youth
Even out of tune, it still speaks my truth

[Chorus]
But I’ll fix it right, even broken things 
(broken things)
can shine,
Through the cracks in the wood, get back up another time.
Every note’s a battle, every chord’s a fight,
 still I’m standing on  another stage under another....  spotlight.....(spotlight).....

[Outro]

I dropped my guitar, but I picked it back up,
Filled with the scars and the cracks that I love.
Even out of tune, it still sings my truth,
A melody born from the country heart of my youth.....A melody born from the country heart ..of... my... youth....(broken things)...(broken things)

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Broken Things by Hot Cookie

Changing The Locks by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
You left your boots by the door like an invitation
You left your boots by the door like an invitation,

[Verse 1]
You left your boots by the door like an invitation,
But your excuses wore thinner than your explanation.
I found her number scribbled on a diner napkin,
Your alibi unraveling, your truth collapsing.
So I packed your lies in a cardboard suitcase,
And left them on the porch for you to replace.

[Chorus]
I’m changing the locks, I’m taking back the keys,
This house don’t echo with your memories.
OVER for sure this time, tossing this broken clock
I’m rewriting the story, I’m changing the locks.,,,
I’m rewriting the story, I’m changing the locks.( changing ...the... locks.)

[Verse 2]
You used to call this place your safe haven,
But you turned it into a ghost I’m finally escaping.
The walls still whisper where your promises cracked,
But I’m painting over the scars, and I’m not looking back.
The key you had don’t fit no more,
I’ve built a fortress ...this ..not.. your ..door
(not... your... DOOR!)...


[Chorus]
I’m changing the locks, I’m taking back the keys,
This house don’t echo with your memories.
OVER for sure this time, tossing this broken clock
I’m rewriting the story, I’m changing the locks.,,,
I’m rewriting the story, I’m changing the locks.( changing ...the... locks.)

[Bridge]
You thought I’d crumble, thought I’d break,
But I’m a wildfire you can’t contain.
I’ve got a new tune, a brand-new track,
And your sorry song ain’t ever coming back.
I’m the queen of this castle, the ruler of this land,
And you’re just a footnote in the dust where I stand.

[Verse 3]
Now the porch light shines on a different story,
One where I’m the hero, not the one who’s sorry.
I’ve got a new key hanging on a silver chain,
A symbol of freedom, a break from the pain.
So don’t come knocking, don’t come around,
This house is mine, and I’m standing my ground.

[Chorus]
I’m changing the locks, I’m taking back the keys,
This house don’t echo with your memories.
OVER for sure this time, tossing this broken clock
I’m rewriting the story, I’m changing the locks.,,,
I’m rewriting the story, I’m changing the locks.( changing ...the... locks.)

[Outro]

“I’m changing the locks, I’m taking back the keys…
This ...house ..is ...mine,  I’m  free.
..(I’m  free) I’m  free...(I’m  free )
  free....(free)

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Changing The Locks by Hot Cookie

Old Case New Guitar by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
[Verse 1]
I pulled her case from the back of the van,
Her neck bent low like a tired old man.
The road’s been cruel, and the rain’s been worse,
She’s got the scars, but she sang my first.
Her strings are frayed, her body’s thin,
But she’s got the soul of where I’ve been.
I laid her down in the studio tonight
She’ll rest here safe while I chase the spotlight

[Chorus]
So I walked into that pawnshop door,
Dust on the floor, guitars on the wall.
I needed something strong, something steady,
To keep me rolling when the wheels get heavy.
‘Cause things get old, and roads get long,
But a new guitar can turn a heart to song.

[Verse 2]
The clerk said, “Hey...I’ve got just the thing,”
A sunburst beauty with stories to sing.
Her neck was straight, her tone was clear,
But she didn’t have the years, didn’t have the tears.
I strummed her once, and she rang like truth,
A fresh-cut road for a worn-out boot.
But my eyes kept drifting to the case in the car,
Where my old friend slept beneath the stars.

[Chorus]
So I walked out with that sunburst queen,
Her strings so bright, her finish clean.
I needed something strong, something steady,
To keep me rolling when the wheels get heavy.
‘Cause things get old, and roads get long,
But a new guitar can turn a heart to song.

[Bridge]
Now the old one waits in the studio glow,
Her cracks and scratches still hum in my soul.
She’s my history, my first love, my muse,
But the new one’s the future I can’t refuse.
They’ll take turns in my hands, in my heart,
One for the stage, and one ..for ...songs ..I start....[music hook]

[Verse 3]
The highway hums like an open chord,
The new one’s singing, but I’m still torn.
‘Cause the old one taught me how to bend,
How to break, how to fight, how to mend.
Now she’s safe in the studio air,
While the new one’s learning how to bear
The weight of the miles, the sting of the rain,
The joy of the music, the price of the pain.

[Chorus]
So I’ll play them both like a two-part tune,
One for the sunrise, one for the moon.
I needed something strong, something steady,
To keep me rolling when the wheels get heavy.
‘Cause things get old, and roads get long,
But a new guitar can turn a heart to song.

[Outro]
And when I’m gone, they’ll tell my tale,
Of a singer who loved and a heart that failed.
Two guitars, one soul, one road,
One to carry, one to hold.
‘Cause things get old, but the music stays,
A new sunburst glow in a dusty old  case.[music hook]
‘Cause things get old, but the music stays,...( music stays)
A new sunburst glow in... a... dusty ....old .... case.....

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Old Case New Guitar by Hot Cookie

FYI: most of my family does not know this is how I make my living...
Invisible by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
The hospital lights hum like a worn-out refrain,
A forgotten melody in a world of pain.
The clock on the wall keeps its steady beat,
While the radio plays a song I can’t believe.
I a bit broken  sitting in the waiting room chair,
A map of the years I no longer share.
The smell of the sick, the sting of regret,
A life once lived, but not lived yet.
The speakers crackled, a voice once clear—
A song I wrote when the world was right here
But my name today is just another “John Doe,”
A man once known, now a shadow of ..so...long...ago
I’m a ghost in the static, a face in the crowd,
A name on a record nobody’s found
But the words I wrote still find their way,
Through the cracks of time, they still replay.
I’m a whisper, an echo, a flicker, a flame,
A song that survives when the world forgets my name.
Invisible, but I’m still here,
A melody that outlasts my years.
An old volunteer hums along,
Her voice like a thread to where I belong.
She doesn’t know me, but she knows the tune,
A bridge to the past as I'm rolled to my room
Her hands are shaking, her steps are slow,
But she sings the words I thought no one would know.
And in that moment, I’m not alone—
A stranger’s voice ... a flashback to  a happer home
I’m a ghost in the static, a face in the crowd,
A name on a record nobody’s found
But the words I wrote still find their way,
Through the cracks of time, they still replay.
I’m a whisper, an echo, a flicker, a flame,
A song that survives when the world forgets my name.
Invisible, but I’m still here,
A melody that outlasts my years.
The years took the spotlight, the fame, the stage,
But the music I made still turns the page.
It’s not in the applause or the gold on the wall—
It’s in the quiet moments when the music calls.
A stranger’s hum, a memory’s glow,
A song that lives... long.. after... I ...go
I stood up tall, though no one could see,
The man I was, the man I’ll be.
The volunteer smiled, her eyes met mine,
A silent bond, a thread through time.
The radio faded, the moment passed,
But the song I wrote? It still outlasts.
Invisible no more, I found my place—
in a melody time can’t erase.
The hospital lights hum like a worn-out refrain,
But the song I wrote still calls my name.
Invisible, but I’m still here,
A voice that whispers, loud and clear.
Invisible, but I’m still here,
A song that lingers, year by year.
Invisible, but I’m still here—
A melody that some will always hold dear....(Invisible)
will ..always... hold... dear.(Invisible)

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Invisible by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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You Love Me by Hot Cookie

Never trust any lock....
Love you Un-Blues by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
They took my sword
They took my shield
And I forgot how to heal
To win the battle but lose the war
Find me face down on the floor
Tell me
Does my crown look good from the ground?
Have a good laugh while I come down
Take my dignity if you must
As long as I have your love
As long as I have your love
As long as I have your love
They took my jewels
They took my robes
Who I am
Nobody knows
All for one and none for all
No pity for me at all]
Tell me
Does my crown look good from the ground?
Have a good laugh while I come down
Take my dignity if you must
As long as I have your love
As long as I have your love
As long as I have your love
Let 'em laugh and let 'em talk
Hang my head
Let it fall
Somebody help me find a place to hang my head
Tell me
Does my crown look good from the ground?
Have a good laugh while I come down
Take my dignity if you must
As long as I have your love
As long as I have your love
As long as I have your love

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Love you Un-Blues 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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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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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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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
All rights reserved and protected by ZproMur LLC, doing business as Pinky's Picks. Copyright 2024 by ZproMur. For cover inquiries and use in films, commercials, or other marketing, promotional, or musical applications of this material in any part, please direct message or look for us on Music Row: Open Door Music Party and Publishing

Endless by Hot Cookie

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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