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She saved for months
Just to feel close
To someone who wouldn’t notice
And they called it love
But it came with a price tag
She wore the shirt, she knew the lines
She danced alone a thousand times
She thought the music saw her soul
But it was just another sold-out show
Three thousand dollars for a box of dreams
Lipstick, glitter, backstage schemes
They said it’s art, they said it’s grace
But it’s just greed in a pretty case
Greed and glory, lights and lies
Take their hearts, then raise the price
Sing the song, then sell the name
And do it all again the same
Greed and glory, diva’s crown
Lift them up, then shake them down
They don’t see the tears we hide
Just dollar signs and ticket lines
My granddaughter cried when she saw the cost
Said, “I thought love was never lost”
But love don’t live in velvet ropes
It lives in truth, it lives in hope
They sell the sparkle, sell the pain
Then autograph it in champagne
But real fans bleed, and real fans break
While stars just cash what they don’t take
Greed and glory, lights and lies
Take their hearts, then raise the price
Sing the song, then sell the name
And do it all again the same
Greed and glory, diva’s crown
Lift them up, then shake them down
They don’t see the tears we hide
Just dollar signs and ticket lines
We don’t want your mansion
We don’t need your fame
We just wanted something
That felt like it knew our name
So here’s to the ones who sing for free
Who write for love, not luxury
Who see the crowd and feel the weight
Of every soul they elevate
You don’t need glitter to be gold
You don’t need fans to be bold
Just sing the truth, and let it land
In every heart that understands
Greed and glory, lights and lies
Take their hearts, then raise the price
But we still sing, we still believe
In songs that don’t deceive
Greed and glory, diva’s crown
We see the game, we won’t back down
We’ll build our stage on honest ground
And let the real ones wear the sound

All rights held and given by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

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Money For Taylor by the Indivisables

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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