Grammy Echoes By songwriter Edwin H. Balder
MY my my my speech...
In the shadows of glimmer, I sit,
Watching giants toast their scripted wit,
Unseen battles rage behind the applause,
Fighting for a voice, I’ll bend all the laws.
Countless hours in rooms where echoes collide,
Lyrics dripping raw with unfiltered pride,
I pen every fracture, each scar I've amassed,
While the industry feasts on the fleeting and fast.
I’m not seeking comfort in a gilded cage,
I’m a tempest unfurling, igniting the stage.
The cameras capture smiles, a polished charade,
But beneath the surface, the truth screams unafraid.
I’m wielding my fury, my spirit untamed,
To carve out a narrative that refuses to be named.
Chasing a legacy that’s more than a trend,
A battle cry resonating until the end.
Not just contenders; we’re warriors in the fray,
Dismantling the system, redefining the play,
I won't be your trophy, your moment in time,
I’ll rise like a phoenix, transcending your rhyme.
Echoes of passion in dimly lit bars,
Rhythms of rebellion beneath the stars,
I’m the whisper that darkens the gilded veneer,
Breathing fire into verses, igniting the fear.
Underneath the glitz, I see the decay,
The shallow applause, the masked ballet,
An anthem for the aching, the lost, the unheard,
A symphony of truth that shatters the word.
I’m wielding my fury, my spirit untamed,
To carve out a narrative that refuses to be named.
Chasing a legacy that’s deeper than fame,
A battle cry reverberating through the game.
Not just contenders; we’re warriors in the fray,
Dismantling the system, redefining the play,
I won't be your trophy, your moment in time,
I’ll rise like a phoenix, transcending your rhyme.
So let the lights flicker, let the shadows ignite,
I’ll forge my own path through this unforgiving night.
With melodies as weapons and verses as shields,
I’ll break every barrier, my truth never yields.
I challenge the echoes of those paved in gold,
Voices lost in glamour, a story retold.
For every dream deferred, I’ll raise my own song,
A testament to grit, where the broken belong.
Not just contenders; we’re warriors in the fray,
Dismantling the system, redefining the play,
I won't be your trophy, your moment in time,
I’ll rise like a phoenix, transcending your rhyme.
So let them have their night, their praises and sheen,
I’m building a legacy that won’t fade unseen.
Beyond every spotlight, beyond every gleam,
I’m the roar of ambition, the pulse of a dream.


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Grammy Echoes By songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Wana Jump Sometimes
Edge Of The Brink by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

 keep your letters in a shoebox tied,
With a ribbon that’s frayed from the tears I’ve cried.
I don’t read them, but I can’t let go,
They’re the only proof I have to show.
That love like ours was real, not pretend,
Even if it broke before it could mend.

We’re falling together, but not the same,
Two hearts unraveling in a fragile flame.
I’m holding on to what’s left of the spark,
But the night feels colder when you miss the mark.
We’re falling together, but not in sync,
Just two lost souls on the edge of the brink....edge of the brink
(edge of the brink.)

I see your shadow in the hallway light,
A ghost of a memory that visits at night.
You’re the ache in the quiet, the hum in the air,
The part of me that’s always there.
But the silence between us is a canyon wide,
And I’m too tired to cross to the other side.

]
We’re falling together, but not the same,
Two hearts unraveling in a fragile flame.
I’m holding on to what’s left of the spark,
But the night feels colder when you miss the mark.
We’re falling together, but not in sync,
Just two lost souls on the edge of the brink.....edge of the brink
(edge of the brink.)

I found your sweater in the back of my drawer,
Still smells like the nights we’d laugh and laugh even more
I thought about tossing it, but I couldn’t decide,
It’s the last piece of us I haven’t tried to hide.
Now it sits in the corner, a relic of then,
A reminder of how we’ll never be again.

 
They say love’s a fire,
They say love’s a fire,
but ours burned too fast,
Leaving ashes and questions
Leaving ashes and questions
 that will (always last.)
always last.(always last.)


We’re falling together, but not the same,
Two hearts unraveling in a fragile flame.
We’re falling together, but not in sync,
Just two lost souls on the edge of the brink.....edge of the brink
(edge ...of the brink.)
 
Just two lost souls on the edge of the brink.....edge of the brink
(edge.... of the brink.)
...edge.... of the brink

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Edge Of The Brink by Songwriter Edwin H. Balder


time...(time) what time...(is it...)...


I’ve watched the dawn break a thousand times or more,
Each one a masterpiece I couldn’t ignore.
The sky paints in whispers, a blush on the air,
A moment so fragile, yet too grand to compare.
I’ve counted my days by the rise and the fall,
But now I’m countin’ ‘em all, feelin’ smaller and small.


‘Cause I love the sunrise like a promise unbroken,
And the sunset like a prayer softly spoken.
When your days are numbered, you learn how to see,
The beauty in the leaving, the light in the free...(light in the free)...
.light... in.... the.... free......



The shadows stretch long, then they fade into gold,
A story half-told, but still beautiful.
And the evenings, they linger like a bittersweet friend,
A beginning, an ending, and the time in between.
I’ve walked through the years, but I’m standin’ here still,
With a heart that’s grown fuller, though the clock’s lost its will.


‘Cause I love the sunrise like a promise unbroken,
And the sunset like a prayer softly spoken.
When your days are numbered, you learn how to see,
The beauty in the leaving, the light in the free...(light in the free)...
.light... in.... the.... free......

They say time’s just a river, but I’ve felt it as rain,
Each drop a reminder of joy and of pain.
And though the current may pull me where I don’t want to go,
I’ll cling to the light, let it warm my soul.
‘Cause the sun doesn’t care if it’s your first or your last,
It just rises and falls, like.. the ...moments ....that.... pass.
(...moments ....that.... pass.)

I sit on this porch with the sky as my guide,
watch as the morning and evening collide.
The years may have weathered these hands and this face,
But the sun still reminds me of love’s endless grace.

‘Cause I love the sunrise like a promise unbroken,
And the sunset like a prayer softly spoken.
When your days are numbered, you learn how to see…
The beauty in the leaving, the light in the free...(light in the free)...
.light... in.... the.... free......

when ..my.. final ..dawn ..breaks, 
my last sunset fades,
I’ll ..smile.. at.. the ..beauty
 that... never... betrayed....

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In The Free by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

With Love... For: Edna Theresa May
Reddest Rose by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
Moments are the measurement of living…
Fleeting as the stars, steady as the giving."....
My granddad sat in his weathered armchair,
Whispering stories to the thinning atmosphere.
He spoke of wars and calloused hands,
Of building dreams on shifting sands.
He said, "Time is a thief, but it leaves behind,
The echoes of laughter, the love we find."
And in his eyes, I saw the gravity,
Of every moment that shaped his destiny.
Moments are the measurement of living,
Fleeting as the stars, steady as the giving.
In the laughter, in the weeping, in the quiet in-between,
We find the meaning, we find the unforeseen.
Moments are the measurement of living,
A fragile thread, a enduring forgiving.
In the whispers, in the shouting, in the silence we compose,
We find the beauty, we find the reddest rose 
My father worked with hands of leather,
Building a life in uncertain weather.
He taught me strength, he taught me pride,
But also the cost of what we hide.
He said, "Life is a ledger, a balance to keep,
Of love and loss, of waking and sleep."
And in his voice, I heard the strain,
Of every moment that brought him pain.
Moments are the measurement of living,
Fleeting as the stars, steady as the giving.
In the laughter, in the weeping, in the quiet in-between,
We find the meaning, we find the unforeseen.
Moments are the measurement of living,
A fragile thread, a enduring forgiving.
In the whispers, in the shouting, in the silence we compose,
We find the beauty, we find the reddest rose
Now I stand with my own child near,
Whispering stories for them to hear.
I say, "Time is a river, it bends and flows,
But the moments we cherish are the ones it shows."
And in their eyes, I see the light,
Of every moment that feels just right.
So here we are, a family tree,
Rooted in moments, wild and free.
From grandfather’s chair to my child’s embrace,
We measure our lives in the love we trace.
And though the years may fade and blur,
The moments we hold will always endure.
Moments are the measurement of living,
Fleeting as the stars, steady as the giving.
In the laughter, in the weeping, in the quiet in-between,
We find the meaning, we find the unforeseen.
Moments are the measurement of living,
A fragile thread, a enduring forgiving.
In the whispers, in the shouting, in the silence we compose,
We find the beauty, we find the reddest rose
"Moments are the measurement of living…
Fleeting as the stars, steady as the giving."

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Reddest Rose by Hot Cookie

Walking  ..walking  shadow
 How The Silence Sounds  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
"Funny how the silence sounds when the world stops spinning 'round..."
(how the silence sounds)
I held the phone like a loaded gun,
Your voice just static, the damage done.
The clock ticked retribution—
A hollow, weightless resolution.
You swore you’d stay through the undertow,
But the tide don’t bargain, I should know.
(how the silence sounds)
Oh, the wolves don’t howl when the moon’s alive,
They just watch you shiver, barely survive.
But you—...
You showed up with a floodlight grin,
Tore the dark apart to crawl back in.
funny how the real ones linger, 
Not like ghosts, but like firelight fingers.
They don’t just remember—
They rearrange the embers.
Third-floor apartment, sink full of doubt,
The pipes all groaned when the water ran out.
You brought a jug of redemption,
Poured it slow—no exemption.
Laid your coat across the drafty floor,
Said, "Ain’t no storm I ain’t walked before.";;;
Oh, the wolves don’t howl when the moon’s alive,
They just watch you shiver, barely survive.
But you—
You showed up with a floodlight grin,
Tore the dark apart to crawl back in.
funny how the real ones linger, 
Not like ghosts, but like firelight fingers.
They don’t just remember—
They rearrange the embers.
(how the silence sounds)...
(how the silence sounds)...
Now the winters don’t bite like they did,
Your name’s a scar that the frost can’t rid.
You left me ammunition—
Not for war, just recognition.
That love ain’t just when the sun’s aligned,
It’s who stays to dig when you’re trapped in time.
(how the silence sounds)...
Oh, (oh)the wolves don’t howl...
They just disappear.
But you—
You’re still here.
(how the silence sounds)
Oh, the wolves don’t howl...
They just disappear.
But you—
You’re still here......
(You’re still here.)
You’re still here.


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How The Silence Sounds  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

TheY Killed America Today by The Indivisibles

they sold the dream to the loudest pay—
yeah, they.. killed... america ......today....

they wrapped a lie in stars and thread
and called it freedom while justice bled
signed off checks with borrowed names
and lit the fuse, then passed the blame
the factory’s dust, the nurses pray—
yeah, they killed america today

they killed america today
with a grin, a vote, and a toxic display
no gun, no bomb, no foreign raid
just backroom bills and godless trade
they took our rights, then walked away—
yeah, they killed america today

they crown a king who mocks the weak
then call it brave when he won’t speak
they gut the voice, they choke the press
then sell a t-shirt that says “god bless”
but every thread is soaked in grey—
yeah, they killed america today

they killed america today
in suits and ties and party parades
then lit cigars and called it fate—
yeah, they killed america today

the rich just hoard, the poor just serve
while “liberty” gets redrawn in curves
they sell our land, they jail our kin
they speak in codes we can't get in
we scream for help, they raise our rate—
yeah, they killed america today

they killed america today
under chants and debt and broadcast haze
they claim it’s fixed—but it’s decay—
yeah, they killed america today
solo

they sit on gold while kids eat shame
rewrite the rules, then shift the blame
they ban the books, defund the soul
then post “thoughts & prayers” and call it whole
they kiss their donors, cage the rest
feed our hunger with corporate tests
then told the broken: “pull your weight”
as if they hadn’t sealed their fate
solo

they killed america today
with silence signed and power play
no bombs, no tanks, just bills in stacks
no help, no shame, no looking back
we begged, we cried, we learned too late—
yeah, they killed america today yeah, they... killed.... america..( america).. today


Songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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TheY Killed America Today (Open source song Free To Cover)

Our trip was a brink of maybe...
Treebark Hearts by songwriter Edwin H. Balder
some hearts aren’t meant to end”—
as  we became both ...wound ...and ...mend...
we traveled light, with stories wide
still strong enough to paddle pride
a canoe through lakes of tender blue
your hand was map, my trust the crew
and laughter found us, soft and real—
in every scar that time could heal
we were the wonder, we were the flame
we wore each season like a second name
and though your road took different stars to chase
i still know where you are in this grace
and where the echo still knows my voice…
you’re the quiet in my every choice
we welcomed strangers like old kin
offering faith to walk within
you painted skies with question marks
i wrote my truths in treebark hearts
but when we left, we left no “why”—
just stars that blinked like a soft goodbye
we were the wonder, we were the flame
we sang through storms and gave hope names
and though your silhouette has long since flown
i still see you in places we once called home
and when the silence leans in close…
you’re the voice that I trust the most
 I still walk it most every day
just in case the wind has something to say
i see your laugh in water’s bend
feel your echo like an old best friend
and though you’ve moved beyond the frame—
i carry that time like it knows my name
 though the time rewrote our chart
i still find you in my fading heart
 when the dusk curls into prose—
you’re  the echo  my love still knows
we spoke last
on the darkest wave
and somehow... both ...were ...gently... saved...
(gently saved )..gently ..saved..( gently saved)


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Treebark Hearts  by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

You were my lifesaver… my be-braver…
My cheerleader when I was just a bleeder…
Lost in the show, but you didn’t let me go…
Didn’t let me fall… you caught it all…
[Verse 1: Add brushed drums, warm piano, mellow guitar]
When my voice was gone for good
You didn’t yell—you understood
Tried to show me light in the dark
In a town that tore me apart
You held the silence like a song
Helped me find where I belong
Tuned my soul to something true
Played the chords I never knew
You were the sound when I had none
The echo under every sun
You were the verse I couldn’t write
The harmony that held me tight
You were the song of the year
The one I needed to hear
You were the song of the year
The one that dried every tear
I was broken, out of tune
A shadow fading far too soon
But you saw rhythm in my ache
A melody I couldn’t fake
You turned my silence into flame
Gave my story back its name
You didn’t fix me—you just stayed
And let the music find its way
You were the bridge I never crossed
The lyric I thought I’d lost
You were the breath between the lines
The reason I still try
You were the stage when I had none
The spotlight when I tried to run
You were the song I couldn’t sing
But now I wear it like a ring
Now I sing with open hands
No fear, no shame, no second chance
You taught me how to bend, not break
To write the truth for my own sake
You were my cheer when I was low
My be-braver when I let go
You were the sound beneath the pain
The hook that brought me back again
You were the sound when I had none
The echo under every sun
You were the verse I couldn’t write
The harmony that held me tight
You were the song of the year
The one I needed to hear
You were the song of the year
The one that dried every tear
You were the song…
You were the song…
You were the song of the year…
The one I needed to hear… the song of the year…
The one ..I needed... to hear…

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Song Of The Year by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

The one I saw… the one that stayed…
The one I saw… never went away…
I walked down the steps to the edge of the light
Where the water held still like the end of the night
And the sky leaned low, and the silence grew wide
Then the surface broke—and I knew inside…
The water was calm, the water was dark
It held the hush without a mark
The sunset burned in orange and gold
But the quiet was deeper than stories told
Then a flash below, a sudden bite
A ripple rose in fading light
It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t grand
But it moved the world where I chose to stand
It came to me, that wave so small
Insignificant, barely a call
But it touched my feet, and I felt the change
Like something sacred, soft and strange
I didn’t cry, I didn’t run
But I knew the shift had just begun
The one I saw, the one that stirred
opened a song in me I never heard
The one I saw beneath the glass
The moment that would never pass
The ripple that became my name
The silence that was never the same
The one I saw, the one I knew
The one that made the sky turn blue
The one I saw, the one that stayed
The one that never went away
I’ve sung on stages, lit and loud
I’ve chased the cheers, I’ve faced the crowd
But nothing ever moved me more
Than that quiet wave on that quiet shore
It didn’t ask, it didn’t plead
It didn’t promise, didn’t need
It just arrived, and I became
The girl who saw, and knew her name
I was the stillness, I was the stone
I was the one who stood alone
But now I sing with open hands
Because I saw, and understand
It’s not the storm, it’s not the cry
It’s not the fire that fills the sky
It’s just the ripple, soft and true
That says, “I see the world in you…”
The one I saw beneath the glass
The moment that would never pass
The ripple that became my name
The silence that became my flame
The one I saw, the one I knew
The one that made the sky turn blue
The one I saw, the one I stayed
The one that never went away
It’s not the storm, it’s not the cry
It’s not the fire that fills the sky
It’s just the ripple, soft and true
That says, “I see the world in you…”...
I ..see ..the ..world... in you…”

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I See The World In You 🌹Tina Talone🌹

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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