The last time I saw her, she wore that red coat.
The last time I saw her, she wore that red coat.
She smiled like the wind didn’t know how to bite,
And vanished in snow before morning light.
She said she’d be back, just needed to roam.
She said she’d be back, just needed to roam.
Her suitcase was light but her silence was loud,
She walked like a ghost through a gathering crowd.
I waited for weeks, then months turned to years.
I waited for weeks, then months turned to years.
The porch stayed the same, but the seasons grew old
And every new spring felt bitter and cold
I heard she moved west, found peace in the pines.
I heard she moved west, found peace in the pines.
She paints in a cabin with windows like wings,
And sings to the sky about everyday things.
Funny how love doesn’t ask for return.
It just waits, and it learns.
And sometimes, it lets go.
The last time I saw her, she didn’t look back.
The last time I saw her, she didn’t look back.
But I still see her in the quiet of rain,
In the hum of the radio, in the ache of her name.
The last time I saw her, I knew it was right.
The last time I saw her, I knew it was right.
Some stories don’t end — they just fade into song,
And carry us gently where we belong.
carry us gently where we belong
carry us gently where we belong


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Last Time I Saw Her by AKB

The sky was velvet, the stars still mine
I was young and the world would shine
But even the brightest dreams must trade
Their shimmer when morning stars fade.
She danced in the kitchen with paint on her hands,
Told stories in colors no one understands.
Her laughter was loud, her pockets were torn,
She made magic from mornings that hadn’t been born.
But the world got louder, the clocks ran fast,
And the joy we borrowed didn’t always last.
Morning stars fade, but the light stays  on
In the songs we sing each morning at dawn
Hold on to wonder, don’t let it slip —
Even grown-up hands can still catch a wish.
Morning stars fade…
But they never disappear.
He built a life from paper and steel,
Forgot how to dance, forgot how to feel.
But his daughter drew stars on the back of his tie,
And whispered, “ look Daddy, you’re in the sky.”
We lose the sparkle, we trade the glow,
But the light we give is the light we grow.
Morning stars fade, but the light stays  on
In the songs we sing each morning at dawn
Hold on to wonder, don’t let it slip —
Even grown-up hands can still catch a wish.
Morning stars fade…
But they never disappear.
So if you’re tired, if you feel too late,
If the world’s too heavy for dreams to wait —
Remember the stars don’t really die,
They just make room for a bluer sky.
Keep your colors, keep your flame,
The morning knows you by your name.
She’s older now, with silver strands,
Still paints with joy in wrinkled hands.
And when the young ones ask her why,
She says, “Stars fade, but they never die.”
Morning stars fade, but the light stays  on
In the songs we sing each morning at dawn
Hold on to wonder, don’t let it slip —
Even grown-up hands can still catch a wish.
Morning stars fade…
But they never disappear.
So when you see the stars start to fade,
Know it’s just the morning
making space for you.
when you see the stars start to fade
when you see the stars start to fade
Morning stars fade…
Know it’s just.. the morning...
making ..space... for you.........................when.. you.. see ..the.. stars ..start ..to... fade....

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Morning Stars Fade by AKB

Spectral Drive - Moody Upbeat Synthesizer Instrumental

Track includes #bells #synthesizers and #optimisticdrums
Great for #syntheticpop

Dm for colab.

Spectral Drive - Moody Upbeat Synthesizer Instrumental

I thought the night would end the same,
Another countdown, cheep champagne.
But the room got smaller, the lights got slow,
And suddenly, I knew where I’d go.
I walked through the crowd with the music loud,
Faces blurred in the glitter cloud.
Then I saw her smile, it cut through the haze,
The DJ’s spinning, the floor’s alive,
We’re moments away eleven  fifty five.
The bass is heavy, the lights collide,
And I can’t stop looking in her eyes.
Get on the floor, it’s almost Mid night,
The beat is strong, the vibe is right.
We’re closer now, the world’s in sync,
Raise your glass, take one more drink.
This is the moment, don’t let it fade —
Love at first sight, majestic masquerade.
(majestic masquerade).....
Her dress caught the light like a silver flame,
Every move she made whispered my name.
I didn’t plan it, I didn’t try,
But the whole world stopped when she met my eye.
The DJ’s spinning, the floor’s alive,
We’re moments away eleven  fifty five.
The bass is heavy, the lights collide,
And I can’t stop looking in her eyes.
Get on the floor, it’s almost Mid night,
The beat is strong, the vibe is right.
We’re closer now, the world’s in sync,
Raise your glass, take one more drink.
This is the moment, don’t let it fade —
Love at first sight, majestic masquerade.
(majestic masquerade).....
I don’t play with silence, I don’t hide my flame,  
If I feel that spark, I’m gonna call your name.  
Respect in my tone, no games, no disguise,  
I speak with my heart, you can see in my eyes.  
Love ain’t a secret, it’s a song we sing,  
It’s a hand you hold, it’s a real-life thing.  
I won’t just wish, I won’t fade in the crowd,  
If I want you near, I’ll say it out loud.  
No pressure, no push, just a gentle vibe,  
The kind of connection where the souls collide.  
Truth is the gift, and it costs no gold,  
It’s the courage to speak what the heart has told.  
So I step to the rhythm, let the beat confess,  
Every word I drop is a soft caress.  
If love’s in the room, I won’t let it slide,  
I’ll honor the moment, I won’t run and hide.  
Respect in my flow, kindness in my rhyme,  
I’ll tell you I want you, and I’ll take my time.  
No wishful thinking, no walking away,  
I’ll stand in the light and I’ll mean what I say.
We move together, the crowd disappears,
The music softens, we lose our fears
Her hand in mine, the rhythm’s slow,
And I don’t care where the minutes go.
I felt it hit like a midnight fire,
A sudden rush, a deep desire.
No words were spoken, no plans were made,
Just a promise in the look we gave.
Get on the floor, it’s almost Mid night,
The beat is strong, the vibe is right.
We’re closer now, the world’s in sync,
Raise your glass, take one more drink.
This is the moment, don’t let it fade —
Love at first sight, majestic masquerade.
(majestic masquerade).....
The countdown’s gone, the lights now fade
 her lips found mine, majestic masquerade.
(majestic masquerade).....

Please Dance this on to your playlist ..So much thanks... WHY SPACE
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Majestic Masquerade by WHY🎧 SPACE

Midnight hums in my dim-lit room,
My pen dances, but the chords won’t swoon.
Empty coffee cups, crossed-out lines,
A voice too soft for the spotlight’s shrine.
“Play it louder,” they say with a grin,
But my heart’s a storm buried deep within.
I wear these dreams like a second skin,
But the mirror whispers, “Where do you begin?”
Every “no” is a scratch on my guitar,
Still, I’m tuning hope to a shooting star.
Check back with me on that—
When these melodies crawl out the shadows,
And the words I bleed finally catch.
I’m more than pen with a notebook heart,
But tonight, the doubt’s a work of art.
Yeah, check back with me on that.
Yeah, (Yeah Yeah Yeah) check back with me on that.
I’m a symphony half-built, still in combat,
But darling, just… check back with me on that.]
I’ve played bars where the crowds don’t stay,
Sang my truth while the jukebox played.
Label suits said, “Come on, rewrite the track,”
But my soul’s a fire that won’t cut back
I write anthems for ghosts of my past,
Every chorus a bridge I’m hell-bent to pass.
I grind through the night with a pen in my hand,
Writing out futures that don’t always land.
Every chorus I craft is a prayer in disguise,
But the only reply is the silence that sighs.
It’s a gift, it’s a curse, it’s the fire I chase,
Every “no” leaves a scar I can’t erase.
I bleed on the page, but the crowd walks away,
Still I’m singing my truth in the break of the day.
Echoes in the room, bouncing back at me,
No applause, just the sound of my own melody.
But I keep on pushing, I keep on strong,
‘Cause the echo’s still proof that the song belongs.
Respect in my flow, no shade, no fight,
I honor the love when I write at night.
If I want you to feel it, I’ll say it clear,
No wishful thinking, I’ll keep you near.
This is soul in the struggle, rhythm in the pain,
Every setback’s fuel for the notes I sustain.
I’m a soldier of sound, with a heart that won’t quit,
Even echoes remind me I’m built for this shit.
So check back with me when the crowd’s in sync,
When the echoes turn louder than the doubts I think.
I’m a gift and a curse, but I’ll never fall flat,
I’m a storm in the booth — check back.. we me..  on that.
My hands shake, but the mic won’t tell,
And the road’s a lonelier place to dwell.
I’m a hurricane in a whispered sigh,
Mapping constellations — who gives a shit why.
Check back with me on that—
When these melodies crawl out the shadows,
And the words I bleed finally catch.
I’m more than a pen with a notebook heart,
But tonight, the doubt’s a work of art.
Yeah, check back with me on that.
Yeah, (Yeah Yeah Yeah) check back with me on that.
I’m a symphony half-built, still in combat,
But darling, just… check back with me on that.
One day, I’ll crack the radio’s code,
Turn “too delicate” into a crescendo bold.
For now, I’m the echo before the roar,
A phoenix in verses, rising through the floor.
Check back when the world sings along,
My name in the rhythm, my pain in the song.
Check back when the doubts finally fade—
I’ll be the wildfire the shadows made.
I’m a symphony half-built, still in combat,
But darling, just… check back with me on that.
Yeah, check back with me on that.
Yeah, (Yeah Yeah Yeah) check back with me on that.
Yeah, (Yeah ....Yeah ......Yeah)............ check..... back..... with me...... on that..........

Please Dance this on to your playlist ..So much thanks... WHY SPACE
All rights held by songwriter Edwin H. BalderLink to our Album..YES it's free..do we seem famous?https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/masquerade-and-more?si=7f86e3876c484824abac69745d79d9d3&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Check Back by WHY🎧 SPACE

Whispers rise, the silence grows,
Every question, the answer shows.
Why Space…
Why Space…
He fell down, thought the race was done,
Lost the fire, lost the sun.
But in the quiet, he found his name,
Failure’s not disgrace, it’s part of the game
Why Space is the room you claim,
Not the crowd, not the fame.
It’s the silence that makes you strong,
It’s the rhythm that rights the wrong.
Fade in the echo,
Rise from below.
Why Space, Why Space,
That’s how you grow.
Fade in the echo,
Learn as you go.
Why Space, Why Space,
That’s what you know.
Sit in the way space,
Know it is your place
To figure out how to win this race,
Find a way to truly face
That failure is not a disgrace—
Just something you erase
As you expand your taste
To get to a higher place.
She was told she’d never lead,
Too soft, too slow, too much need.
But she sat in silence, found her flame,
Now the world remembers her name.
Why Space is the question you ask,
It’s the silence behind the mask.
It’s the place where you learn to fall,
It’s the room that teaches it all.
You don’t erase what you’ve become,
You expand, you overcome.
Every scar is a map, every fall a trace,
Why Space is the higher place.
Echoes fade, but lessons stay,
Every night becomes the day.
Why Space is the name we keep,
The place we rise, the place we leap.
Fade in the echo,
Rise from below.
Why Space, Why Space,
That’s how you grow.
Fade in the echo,
Learn as you go.
Why Space, Why Space,
That’s what you know.
Why Space…
Why Space…
Fade in the echo…
Fade in the echo…

Please Dance this on to your playlist ..So much thanks... WHY SPACE
All rights held by songwriter Edwin H. BalderLink to our Album..YES it's free..do we seem famous?https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/masquerade-and-more?si=7f86e3876c484824abac69745d79d9d3&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

Why Space by WHY🎧 SPACE

Naked in the rhythm, stripped of disguise,
Truth in the bassline, fire in our eyes.
Velvet shadows fall across the floor,
Every heartbeat opens a hidden door.
We lose the masks, we lose the fear,
Naked in the sound, the night is clear.
No armor, no chains, just the pulse we take,
Every soul uncovered when the bodies break.
Naked, naked, we rise tonight,
Naked, naked, we burn in light.
Naked, naked, no walls remain,
Naked, naked, we break the chain.
I walk through the fire with nothing to hide,
Every scar I carry is worn with pride.
The world strips me down, but I stand tall,
Naked in the rhythm, I give it all.
Every lie dissolves when the beat is true,
Every mask is gone when I dance with you.
No crown, no throne, no borrowed fame,
Just a naked soul calling out your name.
Glitter falls sideways, the night is raw,
Every secret written in the things we saw.
We lose ourselves, but we find the flame,
Naked in the rhythm, we’re never the same.
Living today, the pressure is real,
The world spins fast, but the truth won’t heal.
I could hide behind shadows, pretend to dance,
But naked I know I can’t take that chance.
Every choice is a weapon, every step a fight,
I walk through the fire, I claim the night.
No armor, no mask, no borrowed skin,
Naked in the rhythm, I rise again.
We strip away the fear,
We strip away the pain.
Naked in the rhythm,
We’re free again.
Naked, naked, we rise tonight,
Naked, naked, we burn in light.
Naked, naked, no walls remain,
Naked, naked, we break the chain.
Naked…
Naked…
Naked…

Thanks to Del's studio and Queen "B"
All rights reserved by songwriter and producer Edwin H. Balder & ♨️🍪

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Naked by Hot Cookie♨️ 🍪

New dance/house track with pop energy and underground tech house elements. 
Designed for clubs, drives and festival vibes. 
Turn it up and let it flow!

Spotlight

She’s told to shine with a body on display,
He’s told to smile like candy every day.
They dress the same, leather jackets, biker pose,
But behind the lights, the truth nobody knows.
It’s the test of the stage, not the sound of the heart,
They bend you, they brand you, they tear you apart.
Dance tricks bigger than the words you sing,
Selfies posted just to prove the thing.
Awards are fine, the money’s beyond,
But at what point did we lose the song?
Every mirror shows a mask,
Every contract hides the task.
They say it’s freedom, but it feels so wrong,
At what point did we lose the song?
K‑pop stars in a world so loud,
Dancing for owners, not for the crowd.
K‑pop stars with a truth they know,
Slaves to the system, not to the show.
So wrong… so wrong…
At what point did we lose the song?
She’s more than the image they force her to be,
He’s more than the sweetness they let us see.
But the industry writes the script they play,
And the soul of the music fades away.
Every strut, every pose, every choreographed smile,
It’s a prison dressed up in glitter and style.
They call it fame, but it feels like chains,
Corporate masters pulling the reins.
Hope someday the truth breaks through,
That K‑pop can be more than what they do.
The song was the reason, the song was the start,
Now it’s buried beneath the marketing chart.
But love of the music still beats inside,
A voice that refuses to be denied.
K‑pop stars in a world so loud,
Dancing for owners, not for the crowd.
K‑pop stars with a truth they know,
Slaves to the system, not to the show.
So wrong… so wrong…
At what point did we lose the song?
At what point… did we lose the song?
At what point… did we lose the song?
So wrong… so wrong…
But the song still waits… to carry us 

Thanks to Del's studio and Queen "B"
All rights reserved by songwriter and producer Edwin H. Balder & ♨️🍪

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K-POP Weighs by ♨️ 🍪

✨🌅 Jenny Fuego — “Golden Days” (from the album Diamond District)

“Golden Days” is pure glow-up nostalgia wrapped in champagne light. Jenny Fuego blends dreamy pop vibes with luxury warmth, turning memories into motion and late nights into forever moments. It’s feel-good, rose-gold energy for anyone chasing sunshine, love, and that unstoppable forward glow.

These are the moments we don’t outgrow.
These are the Golden Days.

Golden Days

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

🎹 Producer blending retro-pop synths with raw, upbeat rhythms.
🌆 Creating nostalgic soundscapes with modern energy.
🔊 New tracks every week — stay tuned!

Jenny Fuego is more than an artist — she’s a movement of fire, femininity, and fearlessness.
Blending luxury trap, reggaetón, and Latin pop, Jenny brings the heat of the streets and the elegance of high fashion into one unstoppable sound.

From the uptown blocks to international stages, her voice carries stories of power, self-worth, and glow-up energy. Every bar, every beat, every look — pure rosé-gold ambition.

Exploring and creating Electronic Dance Music, with a love for Tech & Bass House!

Just vibing!

DM me for collab or work!

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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