Flowers Know by Tina Talone
What flower is the world today?
Is it grieving, blooming, torn away?
In the garden of our hearts, we sway—
Each petal tells the truth we couldn’t say
Morning breaks in scarlet streams
The rose recalls forgotten dreams
Each thorn a tale, each bloom a cost
Of battles we survived, and hearts we lost
Sidewalks stained where grief once stood
But beauty grew in shattered wood
A red that whispers, “You were here”
And wraps the pain we’ve learned to bear
But there’s a flower blooming still
Through broken days, it finds the will
Daisy grace and lilac light
Hope survives the sleepless night
The world may bruise, the roots may bend
But petals rise—and love won’t end
Noon ignites the burning ground
The sunflower spins without a sound
She doesn't ask, she simply grows
Even where no mercy shows
Tall and stubborn, fierce and bright
She doesn’t flinch in blinding light
From fields gone dry, she lifts the flame
Reminding us we’re still the same
Evening glows with fragile breath
The cherry bloom outdances death
One gust, one giggle, one soft break
She teaches us what time can’t take
A blur of beauty, here then gone
But in that fall, we carry on
She doesn't stay, she doesn’t plead
Just leaves her joy and plants the seed
Don’t wait for spring to start the show
The tulip climbs through frost and snow
She rises when the sky won’t clear
When dreams feel lost and hope’s unclear
From frozen ground, her roots still hum
A quiet bloom when no one comes
She doesn’t shout, she doesn’t flee
She just becomes what she must be
You gave us wolves and whispered rain
You gave us stars and hurricane
You gave us stillness, thorns, and thread—
A thousand gifts we left unsaid
There’s still a flower blooming here
Through every doubt and shadowed year
Daisy days, sweet lilac skies
Hope survives… and love still tries
The world may ache, the roots may bend
But petals rise—and love won’t end.....won’t .....end...

Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. 
Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here: 
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And Tina's new music video here:
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Flowers Know by Tina Talone

By The Way, Thank You  by Edwin H. Balder
Soft blue morning, green hills sigh
The planet stretches, asking why
Winds hum slow like lullabies
And by the way, thank you…
Hey there ocean, how’s the tide been rollin’?
The forests whisper, the mountains still holdin’
Rain taps gently on canyon stone
Does it feel like we’ve left you alone?
Sunflowers turning, rivers bend
Bison grazing where highways end
I see the bees, the breeze, the flocks that fly
The coral choirs where dolphins cry
You’re stitched with stars and lullabies
And by the way, thank you…
For pine and pebble, for fire and rain
For turtles trudging through desert terrain
For thunder’s drumming and moss’s refrain
For all that lives and all remains
For berry and birch, for moonlight’s glow
For seeds that rise when we don’t know
For every creature, wing, and toe—
And by the way, thank you…
Hello canyon, how deep do you dream?
Stars above you like a silver stream
Elephants marching, fox in snow
Crickets chirping where no feet go
You still offer what we take
And every storm’s a cry we make
You gave us wolves, orchids, the spark of spring
You gave us silence, and cicadas that sing
From snowflakes down to the spider’s thread
You’ve kept on giving—nothing left unsaid
You gave us glaciers and grass that bends
You gave us rivers that twist and send
A thousand gifts we didn’t defend
So by the way, thank you…
For shade and shadow, for feathered light
For lonely lands and skies at night
For stone and whisper, root and vine—
This Earth is bruised but still divine
For every breath we didn’t know was owed
For every trail we barely strode
For all you’ve carried, high and low—
And by the way, thank you…
Soft blue morning, green hills sigh…
The planet waits, but still gets by
You loved us first, without a name
So by the way… thank you again

Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. 
Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here: 
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And Tina's new music video here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

BTW Thank You by Tina Talone

Influences by Tina Talone
they said i’d echo where i’ve been
but i became the sum within
you hear the traces when i sing—
every loss, every spring
a father’s silence shaped my truth
a broken friend rewrote my youth
i found a song inside the ache
and danced alone where voices break
the house i left, the street i stayed
the hands that held, the debts i paid
not loud, not fierce, but etched in me
like names that sink below the sea
influences, carved and sewn
in melody and marrowed bone
they didn’t ask, they didn’t try—
they simply stayed and passed me by
i’m not just mine, i’m made from more—
and every line’s a hidden door
a letter saved from seventh grade
the song my uncle always played
a waitress smile in tennessee
who said “don’t shrink what makes you be”
mistakes i swore i wouldn’t make
but did, and loved for their own sake
regret that taught me how to bend
and strangers i still call a friend
influences, soft and true
the chords that carry me to you
a borrowed phrase, a sidelong glance—
the way we give the world a chance
i’m not just mine, i’m stitched in thread—
from every moment left unsaid
she showed me grace behind a fight
he gave me joy disguised as fright
and now when sorrow taps the glass
i hear their laughter as it passed
the skyline lit by lessons learned
the pages i refused to burn
all placed their mark without a name
and taught my light to work with flame
no one gets here clean or whole
we’re painted in what hearts let go
a bruise, a laugh, a line we speak—
that makes our song uniquely weak
and strong again in places torn—
influenced since i was born
influences, brave and slow
they shaped the voice that had to grow
they stitched my truth in quiet seams—
the love, the loss, the in-between
i’m not just mine, i’m made to show—
how others helped this soul to glow
you hear it faint when notes ring wide—
influences i’ll never hide
 influences

Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. 
Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here: 
https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Influences by Tina Talone

Feels Like More by Tina Talone
I’ve said “I love you” just to stay
Held hands just to walk away
But now you’re here, and it’s clear as dawn—
This isn’t where I’ve ever gone
I’ve been kissed under neon lights
Said goodnight just to end the fights
Wrote my name in sand too soft
And chased a feeling that always got lost
But you talk slow, like you know the cost
You wait when I forget what I’ve got
Not flashy, not a perfect score
But something in me knows… this feels like more
Feels like more than words and wine
More than saying “we’re doing fine”
More than butterflies on cue
It feels like home when I see you
I’ve been in love, or so I swore
But this? This feels like more
I’ve made lists of what love should be
Height, ambition, symmetry
But you just show up, fold my fears
Hold me steady through the years
You listen deeper than the rest
You find my truth inside the mess
No spark that fades, no closing door
Just open space that… feels like more
Feels like more than movie nights
More than texts and filtered lights
More than just the perfect pose
You see the storm and still get close
I’ve called it love when I felt sore
But this—this feels like more
I used to want the rush, the thrill
Now I just want the quiet still
Not drama, but a deeper roar—
The kind that stays when others tore
And every time you say my name—
I feel a world I can’t explain
Feels like more than hearts can write
More than chance or candlelight
More than dreams I made alone
It feels like truth I've never known
I’ve had love that came before—
But now I see… this feels like more
And if you ask me who I adore—
I’ll whisper back… this feels like more
feels like more..... feels... like... more...more

🌹Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. 

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here: 
https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing


And Tina's new music video here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ


Feels Like More by Tina Talone

My Turn Now By 🌹Tina Talone🌹
Been sitting quiet
Too damn long
Playing nice girl
When you've been wrong
Red lipstick on
Tonight I rise
You think you know me
Think you got me figured out
But honey
It's my turn now, my turn now
Been your little secret, my turn now
Time to shake this sleepy town, my turn now
Watch me burn it to the ground
My turn now, my turn now
My turn now
Saw you dancing
With her last night
While I was home
Making everything right
Keys in my hand
Walking away
You never saw this coming
Never thought I'd call your bluff
But sugar
It's my turn now, my turn now
Been your little secret, my turn now
Time to shake this sleepy town, my turn now
Watch me burn it to the ground
My turn now, my turn now
My turn now
Found your letters
Hidden deep
All those promises
You couldn't keep
The truth tastes sweet
On my tongue
(My turn, my turn)
You made your bed
(My turn, my turn)
Now lie in it
(My turn, my turn)
This girl ain't dead
(My turn, my turn)
Just getting started
It's my turn now, my turn now
Done being your little secret, my turn now
Time to shake this sleepy town, my turn now
Watch me burn it to the ground
My turn now, my turn now
It's my turn now, my turn now
My turn now, my turn now
My turn now
That ring you gave her
Was meant for me
But now she knows
What you used to be
My turn now
My turn now
To set us free

🌹Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio


All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder.

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here: 

https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing


And Tina's new music video here:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

My Turn Now By 🌹Tina Talone🌹

"when i'm gone, it'll be a garage sale
three bucks for a life they’ll never nail"
E.H.B

i know nobody's gonna care the way i do
won't see how this chord or that verse pulled me through
shelves of demos, notebooks torn
songs that held me when i mourned
open tuining acoustic guitar riff
old six-string with a crack down the neck
still rings true if you earn the respect
i bled in bars and porchlight shows
chased a dream the world never chose
open tuining acoustic guitar riff
they’ll box it all when i'm laid down flat
my flannel shirts, my custom hat
they’ll stack the vinyl, dust the frame
but none'll ask what lit my flame
open tuining acoustic guitar riff
when i'm gone, it'll be a garage sale
three bucks for a life they’ll never nail
lyrics they’ll toss, lines they’ll never feel
heart on pages no one thinks were real
yeah, this is the end of the songwriter tale
open tuining acoustic guitar solo
i played for friends who moved away
for lovers lost and bills to pay
each song a chapter i never wrote
just strummed it out on need and hope
open tuining acoustic guitar riff
my son thinks “dad just liked his tunes”
don’t know i cried in hotel rooms
my girl’s long gone, she took the light
but these chords kept me warm at night
open tuining acoustic guitar riff
when i'm gone, it'll be a garage sale
coffee-stained dreams in a torn mail pail
leather boots and the mic i loved
stories slipped through songs that shoved
yeah, this is the end of the songwriter tale
open tuining acoustic guitar riff
don’t toss the tape marked '86'
it’s got a line she said still sticks
and if you see a page with “stay”—
that’s the one that made her stay
open tuining acoustic guitar solo
turn that faded tape reel slow
you’ll hear a voice you didn’t know
it's your mama hummin’ harmony—
proof this life meant more to me
so before you sell or pack away
play one song for yesterday
it ain’t fame, it ain’t for sale—
it’s me… the end of the songwriter tale

By Ed Balder  

Last Garage Sale by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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Still Here

Catchin’ the 3:05

Lipstick smeared on a coffee cup
Last night’s dress, still not cleaned up
Hair in a knot, heart in a spin
I swore I’d never call him again
Shoes by the door, keys on the floor
I’m not sure what I came here for
I said I’d heal, I said I’d rest
But here I am… making a mess
I’m not proud, but I’m not sorry
I’m just tired of having to worry
I’m making a mess, and it feels like truth
Breaking the rules I made for you
Crying in cars, dancing in bars
Losing my grip but showing my scars
I’m making a mess, but I’m feeling more
Than I ever did when I played it pure
So judge me less, love me raw
I’m making a mess… and standing tall
Texts I sent that I shouldn’t have
Laughing too loud, then feeling bad
I’m not the girl they thought I’d be
But maybe that girl wasn’t me
I spill my wine, I miss my cues
I wear my heart like worn-out shoes
I said I’d change, I said I’d guess
But here I am… making a mess
I’m not proud, but I’m not broken
I’m just done with what’s unspoken
I’m making a mess, and it feels like truth
Breaking the rules I made for you
Crying in cars, dancing in bars
Losing my grip but showing my scars
I’m making a mess, but I’m feeling more
Than I ever did when I played it pure
So judge me less, love me raw
I’m making a mess… and standing tall
I’m making a mess, and it feels like truth
Breaking the rules I made for you
Crying in cars, dancing in bars
Losing my grip but showing my scars
I’m making a mess, but I’m feeling more
Than I ever did when I played it pure
So judge me less, love me raw
I’m making a mess… and standing tall

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. 

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here: 

https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Making a Mess  by 🌹Tina Talone 🌹

THIS IS AN OPEN SOURCE SONG WITH OPEN RIGHTS TO COVER!
 Melania et al  (Playing Along) Open Source Cover 4U
by The Indivisibles
I fell for a liar, the worst kind of soul
Silver tongue, heart made of coal
He’s got the key that locks the door
And I keep crawling back for more
I dress my shame in Sunday best
Smile wide, ignore the rest
Just to earn a glance, a favor
In the new lie born today
🎶 Playing along, no matter how dark it gets
Buying in, 'cause you hold all the bets
I know I’m bound for hell, but I’ll pay that price
If playing along gets me through one more night
Makes them think I’m okay with the wrong that never ends
In this life where we pretend and play along 🎶
You preach with fire, then steal with grace
I watch you smile and change your face
You bless the broken, curse the brave
And I just nod, become your slave
I used to fight, I used to cry
Now I just laugh and pass the wine
I’m the fool who knows the game
But still shows up to play
🎶 When did I become so weak?
When did I let myself become a fool?
When did I accept being just another tool
In the toolbox of corruption I live in every day?
When did every moral fiber in my soul melt away? 🎶
I see the cracks, I hear the screams
But I trade truth for quiet dreams
I wear your sins like second skin
And call it love, again and again
You build your throne on broken backs
And I just help you hide the tracks
I’m not blind, I’m not naive
I’m just too tired to leave
🎶 Playing along, no matter how dark it gets
Buying in, 'cause you hold all the bets
I know I’m bound for hell, but I’ll pay that price
If playing along gets me through one more night
Makes them think I’m okay with the wrong that never ends
In this life where we pretend and play along 🎶
🎶 Playing along...
Just playing along...
God help me, I’m still playing along 🎶

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Melania et al  by The Indivisibles

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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