Paul Anka requested takes of this hit and Tina said yes...

Put Your Head On My Shoulder As Requested by Paul

baby, 
I saw your name light up in grayscale tone
Right there between my coffee and my phone
You typed “yo”—I blinked, then hit postpone
Now I’m pacing rooms I used to own
I’m not tryna beg, but I’m losing grip
Every buzz feels like a fingertip
You vanish fast, then you reappear
Still I check my screen like hope lives here
Text text me baby, baby baby please
Just test me baby, I’m down on my knees
I’m not crazy, just caught in the tease
So text me baby, (baby)  baby pleeease 
baby, (baby)  baby
Your last post hit like a sideways glance
Caption said “chill,” but it felt like chance
I liked, I paused, then I missed the dance
Now I’m stuck in scrolls that feel like trance
I’m not tryna chase, but I’m caught in spin
Every dot-dot-dot feels like a win
You read, you wait, then you fade again
Still I whisper “maybe” now and then
Text text me baby, baby baby please
Just test me baby, I’m down on my knees
I’m not crazy, just caught in the tease
So text me baby, (baby) baby pleeease
Maybe I’m just digits in your cloud
But I swear this silence feels too loud
If you tap back once, I’ll write it proud
A song we’ll scream above the crowd
Text text me baby, baby baby please
Just test me baby, I’m down on my knees
I’m not crazy, just caught in the tease
So text me baby, (baby) baby pleeease
baby, (baby)  baby, ...(baby)  ...baby......pleeease.....pleeease

Text Me Baby by  American K-Pop Boys

I hit every note like a prayer in the dark
Got a voice that could echo through Central Park
But they scroll past me, eyes glazed and numb
'Cause I don’t flash thighs or chew bubblegum
Dropped a countdown, poured out my soul
Posted the teaser, watched it take no toll
No vinyl orders, no CD spins
Just “you’d chart if you showed more skin”
They say “girl, you need a brand, not a ballad”
“Get a stylist, not a stanza—make it valid”
But I’m not here to pose, I’m here to bleed
And I won’t trade truth for a viral feed
I sing like heaven, but I sell like hell
Got truth in my tone, but no thirst to compel
They want a backbend, not a backstory
I’m a diamond in a world that rewards purgatory
I sing like heaven, but I sell like hell
She’s got the angles, the gloss, the glare
I’ve got the scars, the grit, the prayer
But they stream cleavage, not confession
She’s trending in flesh, I’m stuck in expression
I saw her cover—just hips and haze
No liner notes, no soul, just praise
They called it “iconic,” they called it “hot”
But not once did they mention the song she forgot
I sing like heaven, but I sell like hell
Got truth in my tone, but no thirst to compel
They want a waistline, not a lifeline
I’m a diamond in a world that wants rhinestones to shine
I sing like heaven, but I sell like hell
[intense musical solo]
They quote her tweets, not her lyrics
They stream her looks, not her spirit
She’s got the fame, the filters, the flair
But I’ve got the ache, the art, the air
I read the books, she read the room
I wrote the verses, she posed in perfume
They gave her Grammys, gave me “next time”
But I’d rather be timeless than trend on a dime
Maybe one day they’ll hear the ache
In every breath I didn’t fake
But until then, I’ll write my name
In melodies they can’t reclaim
 I sing like heaven, but I sell like hell
Got stories to tell, and I sing them well
They want a body, I bring a soul
But I’ll keep singing till I’m whole
I sing like heaven… even if I sell like hell
"They buy what they see first—skin before sound.
But I’m not some dessert to dress up and serve.
I’m the meal you crave when you’re starving for truth.
I never lie, I never pose.
Still, I wish my chest was fuller, my hips more round—
So maybe then, you’d finally hear my sound.

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Sing Like Heaven, Sell Like Hell🌹Tina Talone🌹

I gave my all to a love that broke
Built a house of dreams, now it’s filled with smoke
Kept the lights on, waited by the phone
But silence became my second home
I wore the weight like a second skin
Smiled through the ache, let the hurt sink in
But I’m done with the shadows, done with the doubt
Tonight’s the night I’m walking out
Let’s make this toast, let’s celebrate the most
Everybody get a dose, everybody feel real close
Everybody time to boast
Let’s make this toast, make this toast, make this toast
I danced alone in a crowded room
Played our song, but it felt like doom
You said forever, then disappeared
Now I’m raising glass to the wasted years
I cried in colors you’ll never see
Painted pain into melody
But I’m done with the waiting, done with the ache
Tonight’s the night I finally break
 Let’s make this toast, let’s celebrate the most
Everybody get a dose, everybody feel real close
Everybody time to boast
Let’s make this toast, make this toast, make this toast
I kept your secrets, swallowed pride
Held the line while you chose sides
But I’m not your echo, not your ghost
I’m the fire you feared the most
I gave you verses, you gave me blur
Now I’m singing what I deserve
Done with the silence, done with the cost
Tonight’s the night I count the loss
Let’s make this toast, let’s celebrate the most
Everybody get a dose, everybody feel real close
Everybody time to boast
Let’s make this toast, make this toast, make this toast
Here’s to the tears that taught me grace
To the scars that found their place
To the love I gave that never grew
To the strength I never knew
May that shit be over.
May the hurt be gone.
May the truth feel louder
Than the lies we leaned on.
Let’s make this toast, let’s celebrate the most
Everybody get a dose, everybody feel real close
Everybody time to boast
Let’s make this toast, make this toast, make this toast
Raise it high, let it shine
We survived, now it’s our time
No more ghosts, no more pain
Let the love pour like champagne
Let’s make this toast…
Make this toast…
Make this toast…
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Let’s Make This Toast 🥂Tina Talone🥂

Tortured poet or a showgirl, tell me who you chose to be
Did you trade your ink for glitter, did you sell your melody?
Was the spotlight worth the silence, was the fame worth losing me?
Tortured poet or a showgirl… which mask did you believe?
She wrote in journals, not in gloss
Sang to mirrors, not to applause
Her words were thunder, raw and wild
But they told her, “Smile like a child”
She wore her heartbreak like a crown
But they said, “Girl, tone it down”
So she stitched her pain into a dress
And danced her truth into finesse
They gave her stages, gave her gold
But never let her soul unfold
She learned to sparkle, learned to spin
But lost the girl she was within
Tortured poet or a showgirl, tell me what they made you choose
Did you trade your truth for trophies, did you paint your pain in rouge?
Was the glitter worth the grieving, was the silence worth the sound?
Tortured poet or a showgirl… did they build you just to drown?
She wrote a verse they called too sad
So she danced instead, made the critics glad
She kissed the cameras, played the part
But buried lyrics in her heart
She wore sequins over scars
Sang of love beneath the stars
But every cheer felt like a theft
Of the girl who hadn’t left
They gave her fame, they gave her fear
But never let her voice be clear
She learned to pose, learned to please
But lost the right to grieve with ease
Tortured poet or a showgirl, tell me what they made you choose
Did you trade your truth for trophies, did you paint your pain in rouge?
Was the glitter worth the grieving, was the silence worth the sound?
Tortured poet or a showgirl… did they build you just to drown?
She’s the verse they never read
She’s the tear they dressed in red
She’s the truth behind the show
She’s the ache they’ll never know
Tortured poet or a showgirl
She’s both, and she’s neither
She’s the fire they tried to bottle
She’s the storm they called a teaser
Now she sings with open wounds
In sold-out halls and silver moons
But every note still asks the cost
Of all the selves that she has lost
Tortured poet or a showgirl, tell me what they made you choose
Did you trade your truth for trophies, did you paint your pain in rouge?
Was the glitter worth the grieving, was the silence worth the sound?
Tortured poet or a showgirl… did they build you just to drown?
Tortured poet or a showgirl, tell me who you chose to be
Did you trade your ink for glitter, did you sell your melody?
Was the spotlight worth the silence, was the fame worth losing me?
Tortured poet or a showgirl… now the world will never see.


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Tortured Poet or a Showgirl 🌹Tina Talone🌹

She came from a world of velvet lights
I came from dust and football fights
She knew the rules, I broke a few
But somehow, we both saw something true
They watched us like a movie reel
Every glance, every word, every feel
But behind the flash and filtered frame
We built a fire they couldn’t name
We didn’t match on paper
But we matched in soul and skin
And every time they doubted
We just let our love win
The day I asked her to marry me
We stood alone, but not afraid
Two hearts that never played charades
They can talk, they can spin
But they weren’t there.. when we ...took each other in
The day I asked her to marry me
She wore wonder like starlight born
I wore hope like something worn
We didn’t need a script or cue
Just a quiet place to say “I do”
They said we’d fade, they said we’d bend
But love don’t break—it just transcends
And in that moment, hand in mine
I saw... forever.....(forever) ...in her eyes
We didn’t match on paper
But we matched in soul and skin
And every time they doubted
We.. just.. let.. our ..love ..win
The day I asked her to marry me
We stood alone, but not afraid
Two hearts that never played charades
They can talk, they can spin
But they weren’t there ...when we ....took each other in....
The day I asked her to marry me
We’ve danced through storms and spotlight haze
We’ve kissed in silence, not for praise
We’ve held each other through the doubt
And never once did we sell out
She’s not a headline, I’m not a brand
We’re just two souls who understand
That love’s not loud, it’s not rehearsed
It’s choosing someone for better or worse
The day I asked her to marry me
We stood alone, but not afraid
Two hearts that never played charades
They can talk, they can spin
But they weren’t there ...when we... took each other in...
The day I asked her to marry me...
The day I asked her to marry me....the.. best... day ...
The day I asked her... to marry me...

Thank You T. M! and Love you Del Players YOU!

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The Day I Asked Her to Marry Me  by Tommy Monacca

This ain’t my case, but it holds my song
The one I’m writing to right the wrong
I left my guitar in a pawnshop downtown
Traded six strings for a bottle and a breakdown
Said I’d be back in a week or two
But the truth is, I never knew
Now I’m playing borrowed wood and steel
Trying to remember how to feel
The neck’s too wide, the tone’s too thin
But I still hear her voice within
So I’m singing this tune to buy it back
The one I lost when I lost track
Of who I was and what I meant
Of every dollar, every cent
This borrowed case, this borrowed sound
Is holding me until I’m found
I ain’t rich, I ain’t got fame
But I’ve got this new song... that will make you...remember my name...get me back in the... game
She said, “You write like you’re bleeding slow”
I said, “That’s the only way I know”
She kissed my hand, then closed the door
And I wrote her name into the score
Now I play for tips and second looks
For coffee cups and worn-out books
But every chord I bend and break
Is one more step I get to take
So I’m singing this tune to buy it back
The one I lost when I lost track
Of who I was and what I meant
Of every dollar, every cent
This borrowed case, this borrowed sound
Is holding me until I’m found
I ain’t rich, I ain’t got fame
But I’ve got this new song... that will make you...remember my name...get me back in the... game
I remember the day I let it go
The clerk said, “Man, you sure you know?”
I said, “It’s just wood, it’s just wire”
But I felt the burn of funeral fire
Now I dream in minor keys
Of open mics and memories
And every song I write tonight
Is one more chance to make it right
So I’m singing this tune to buy it back
The one I lost when I lost track
Of who I was and what I meant
Of every dollar, every cent
This borrowed case, this borrowed sound
Is holding me until I’m found
I ain’t rich, I ain’t got fame
But I’ve got this new song... that will make you...remember my name...get me back in the... game
This ain’t my case, but it holds my song
And maybe that’s where I belong
I ain’t rich, I ain’t got fame
But I’ve got this new song... that will make you...remember again

Borrowed Case (Buy It Back Ballad)

She’s a wildfire in a summer dress
A broken heel in a midnight mess
She’s a call at 2AM
Saying “I need you” once again
She’s a flat tire on a desert road
A lost key, a heavy load
She’s lightning in a quiet town
And I’m the fool who won’t back down
I don’t need a warning sign
I just need her hand in mine
Whatever hits, whatever falls
I’m the one who takes the call
Emergency, I’m on the line
Whatever she wants I'll take the time
Crash or fire, flood or fight
I’m the one who shows up right
Emergency, no second guess
I’m the calm inside the mess
She’s the storm I choose to chase
Every time, to any place
She’s a heartbreak in a crowded room
A lost voice in a Taylor tune
She’s a secret that won’t stay hid
A truth I’d die to keep amid
She’s a fall from grace, a rise too fast
A love that never learned to last
But I’m the one who won’t let go
Even when the sirens blow
I don’t need a warning sign
I just need her hand in mine
Whatever hits, whatever falls
I’m the one who takes the call
Emergency, I’m on the line
Whatever she wants I'll take the time
Crash or fire, flood or fight
I’m the one who shows up right
Emergency, no second guess
I’m the calm inside the mess
She’s the storm I choose to chase
Every time, to any place
She don’t need a hero’s name
Just someone who stays through pain
She don’t need a perfect plan
Just a heart that understands
So when the world starts breaking down
And she’s too lost to make a sound
I’ll be the voice, I’ll be the light
I’ll be the one who makes it right
Emergency, I’m on the line
Whatever she wants I'll take the time
Crash or fire, flood or fight
I’m the one who shows up right
Emergency, no second guess
I’m the calm inside the mess
She’s the storm I choose to chase
Every time, to any place
Emergency, I’m on the line
Whatever she wants I'll take the time
Emergency (Emergency) Emergency
She’s the storm I choose to chase
Every time, to any place
Emergency (Emergency)... Emergency

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Emergency

We were living in 1969
(believe) in that time (believe)
Bell-bottom hearts and transistor dreams
We lit our lives on gasoline
She wore peace signs on her sleeve
I wore my father’s disbelief
We danced through static on the dial
Found our truth in every mile
Didn’t need no map or plan
Just a borrowed van and a rock ‘n’ roll band
She said “love ain’t just a word”
I said “freedom’s in the unheard”
We kissed beneath a protest sign
And made a vow to cross the line
We weren’t chasing fame or gold
Just a story we could hold
Every night was vinyl spun
Every morning, hope of fun
Even if the world had moved in time
We had fire, we had grace
We had nowhere, but we had space
Living in 1969
With a jukebox soul and a rebel spine
We weren’t right, we weren’t clean
But we were louder than the machine
(believe) 
She wore flowers in her hair
I wore scars from getting there
We made love like it was war
And prayed for peace we couldn’t score
The radio played truths and lies
But we still sang with open eyes
Every chord was something real
Every lyric, how we’d feel
We saw the moon land on a screen
But felt the stars in in-between
We lost some friends to darker days
But kept their names in every phrase
We weren’t born to just survive
We were built to feel alive
And though the years have blurred the line
I still bleed in 1969 (believe)
We were living in 1969
Even if the world had moved in time
We had fire, we had grace
We had nowhere, but we had space
Living in 1969
With a jukebox soul and a rebel spine
We weren’t right, we weren’t clean
But we were louder than the machine
She said “love ain’t just a word”
And I still believe her... believe... (believe)... believe

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Living in 1969

Why can’t there always be harmony
Not just in songs, but in how we breathe
Not just in dreams, but in how we live
Not just in words, but in what we give
I saw a man with a sign in his hand
Said “peace” but no one took a stand
I saw a child with a voice so clear
But the world just turned its ear
We build our walls, we draw our lines
We count our wins, ignore the signs
We talk of love, we post and scroll
But never ask what makes us whole
I’ve heard the speeches, seen the spin
The promises that never begin
I’ve watched the flags wave side to side
While truth gets buried deep inside
We say we want a better way
But fight like it’s the only play
We wait for someone else to lead
While starving what we really need
Why can’t there always be harmony
Why can’t we sing like we’re meant to be
Why can’t we rise without the fight
Why can’t we choose the common light
Why can’t there always be harmony
Not just in dreams or melody
Will we ever evolve to find as one
Or do we wait to be the one who won
I’ve seen the power in a quiet hand
In strangers who don’t understand
But still they show up, still they care
Still they say, “I’ll meet you there”
It’s not about who’s right or loud
It’s who can stand beneath the cloud
And say, “I’ll walk with you today”
Even if we don’t agree on the way
We don’t need perfect, don’t need pure
We just need hearts that still endure
We just need eyes that choose to see
The soul behind the enemy
We just need time, we just need grace
We just need space to share this place
We just need truth that doesn’t bend
And hands that reach, not just defend
Why can’t there always be harmony
Why can’t we sing like we’re meant to be
Why can’t we rise without the fight
Why can’t we choose the common light
Why can’t there always be harmony
Not just in dreams or melody
Will we ever evolve to find as one
Or do we wait to be the one who won
So I’ll start here, with what I’ve got
A voice, a hope, a single thought
If harmony’s a song we crave
Then let it be the way we behave
It’s not about who’s right or loud
It’s who can stand beneath the cloud
And say, “I’ll walk with you today”
Even if we don’t agree on the way “I’ll walk with you today” “I’ll walk with you today” “I’ll walk with you today”

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I'll Walk With You

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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