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Thieves in High Places   An Open Source Cover 4U
by The Indivisibles

Why’d you think it was fine to take?
Did you blink, did you wait, did you move too late?
Did you weigh the cost, did you check the time?
Or did you think theft was just a state of mind?
I see a kid snatch a wallet near the light
Running fast like he’s fighting for his life
A mother prays, but the rent won’t bend
She’s stealing minutes, hoping they won’t end
A man skims cash, keeps the job afloat
Turns the papers so the numbers won’t choke
They call it crime, they call it sin
But I see power wearing the same skin
Thieves in high places, hands in the pot
Steal from the workers, tell ‘em it’s not
Pass the laws, lock the gates
Call it justice when they raise the stakes
Out in the country, land gets sold
By the suits who never touched the cold
Farmers drown, towns dry up
While the thieves sip slow from silver cups
They tax the poor, pay the rich
Trade the air, flip the switch
Water runs out, factories burn
But ain't no cell where they take their turn
Thieves in high places, hands in the pot
Steal from the workers, tell ‘em it’s not
Pass the laws, lock the gates
Call it justice when they raise the stakes
What’s the crime when the law’s been bought?
What’s the lie when the truth is caught?
What’s the weight of a stolen dream?
Who decides what theft really means?
City lights, country roads
History written where the greed still grows
A kid gets time, a farmer folds
A nation’s cut down while the power holds
Thieves in high places, hands in the pot
Steal from the workers, tell ‘em it’s not
Pass the laws, lock the gates
Call it justice when they raise the stakes
Street crime petty, dust in the wind
While the rulers take what ain’t theirs to spend
Numbers vanish, pockets fill
But the real criminals sit up on the hill


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How Far ...(Lord)   By The Indivisibles + Ian Wav rap
how far, Lord—how far?
we walked through fire, reached the stars
but one man’s hand, one bitter heart
can turn it all, can take it far
feet in chains, hands in dust
built a dream through sweat and trust
sang through sorrow, prayed through pain
stood so high through wind and rain
they climbed, they bled, they raised their hands
they took the world, they made their stand
but history shakes when greed walks through
when one man says, "I undo you"
how far, Lord—how far?
we walked through fire, reached the stars
but one man’s hand, one bitter heart
can turn it all, can take it far
walls rise, voices fade
rights are lost, dreams betrayed
promises built on sacred ground
get turned to ash when power drowns
so tell me now, tell me why
must the innocent hold the cry?
must the strong bend and break
when history taught us what’s at stake?
how far, Lord—how far?
we walked through fire, reached the stars
but one man’s hand, one bitter heart
can turn it all, can take it far
reach out—not wall up
embrace—not stock up
feel love again—feel love again
war must cease, come back again
bring peace back again—back again
they held faith, they held ground
they rose above but we fall down
so tell me Lord, tell me clear
how do we heal when hope disappears?
how far, Lord—how far?
how far, Lord—how far?
how far, Lord—how far?
how far, Lord—how far?
so if you stand, don’t stand alone
raise your voice, make it known
justice ain’t just words on stone
it’s carried in the hearts we own
history bends but don’t erase
love still holds, time still shapes
and if we fall, we rise once more
because the past won’t close its door
how far, Lord—how far?
we walked through fire, reached the stars
but one man’s hand, one bitter heart
can turn it all, can take it far
how far, Lord—how far?
not just a dream, not just a scar
we walk the road, we hold it tight
faith still lives, and love still fights
how far, Lord—how far?
how far, Lord—how far?
we walked through fire, reached the stars
but one man’s hand, one bitter heart
can turn it all, can take it far
how far, Lord—how far?
how far, Lord—how far?
how far, Lord—how far?
how far, Lord—how far?

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How Far... (Lord)  An Open Source Protest Hymn Free To Cover

WHY
Why do I still wonder?
Why you didn’t hear
The lightning and the thunder
When we were so near (so near).
An offer to understand
Slips through an open hand,
Lost like grains of sand,
Lost like the dreams we planned (dreams we planned).
And I wonder (And I wonder),
If you wonder (if you wonder)
How it might have been.
’Cause baby I’m still under (still under)
A spell that just won’t end.
Why do I wander
Through these thoughts again,
Trying to mend (Trying to mend)
From a love that wouldn’t bend,
From the thunder that I sent from my heart
(From my heart) from my heart,
(From my heart) from my heart.
I remember the night when the storm was loud,
I spoke my truth but got lost in the crowd.
You turned away when the sky lit bright,
I was reaching for you in the flash of light.
I carried the weight of the words unsaid,
Like thunder rolling inside my head.
You thought it was noise, but it was my plea,
A man trying hard to set his spirit free.
Why do I still wonder? (Why do I still wonder?)
Why you didn’t hear (Why you didn’t hear)
The lightning and the thunder (The lightning and the thunder)
When we were so near…
An offer to understand (An offer to understand),
Slips through an open hand (Slips through an open hand),
Lost like grains of sand (Lost like grains of sand),
Lost like the dreams we planned (dreams we planned).
And I wonder (And I wonder),
If you wonder (if you wonder)
How it might have been.
’Cause baby I’m still under (still under)
A spell that just won’t end.
Why do I wander
Through these thoughts again,
Trying to mend (Trying to mend)
From a love that wouldn’t bend,
From the thunder that I sent from my heart
(From my heart) from my heart,
(From my heart) from my heart.
I gave you the storm, but you closed your eyes,
Pretended the lightning was just disguise.
I was a man with a heart on fire,
But you walked away from the one desire.
Now I’m left with echoes, the sky still speaks,
Every rumble reminds me of what I seek.
You can’t erase what the thunder showed,
It was love in my chest, it was truth I owed.
So I wonder still, but I know it’s real,
The storm was my voice, the way I feel.
You didn’t hear, but the sky did too,
Every bolt of lightning was me calling you.
Why do I still wonder? (Why do I still wonder?)
Why do I still wonder? (Why do I still wonder?)
’Bout the lightning and the thunder? (’Bout the lightning and the thunder?)
’Bout the lightning and the thunder?
The lightning (the lightning)… the lightning and… the thunder.

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Still Wonder by  WHY🎧 SPACE

You spoke with such a cool indifference,
As if the truth was just a passing trend.
You cast your stones with sharp deliverance,
And thought the echo would just softly end.
But words don’t simply fade to silence;
They hover like a heavy, poisoned air.
Most kept peace while you spoke your violence—
Now they are circling from everywhere.
Every syllable, no empathy, just locked in your own way,
What you say will come back around one day.
You thought it would just fade, but it stays,
A permanent ghost in the hallway.
What you say will come back to burn through the hate,
You lit the match, now you must watch it play.
What you say… what you say.
You’re replayed in quiet moments,
The casual way you said “ok” for some to die.
Like I was just a line you borrowed,
Like you never saw families cry.
You never feared leaving scars,
But you did, and now it shows.
Your words like distant stars,
Where the darkness grows.
Every syllable, no empathy, just locked in your own way,
What you say will come back around one day.
You thought it would just fade, but it stays,
A permanent ghost in the hallway.
What you say will come back to burn through the hate,
You lit the match, now you must watch it play.
What you say… what you say.
I heard you speak like the world was yours,
Every word a weapon, every phrase a war.
You thought the silence would swallow the sound,
But echoes live longer, they circle around.
I carried the weight of the things you said,
Like stones in my chest, like ghosts in my head.
You called it truth, but it cut like lies,
Left scars on the living, tears in their eyes.
I’m a man who’s seen how words can kill,
Not with bullets, but with the will.
You can’t erase what you carved in air,
It lingers, it burns, it’s always there.
So I stand with the music, I stand with the song,
To show that your echo won’t last as long.
Because honesty rises, and love will stay,
And the weight of your words will fade away.
You preached empathy, said I was too much,
Too loud, too deep, too real, too raw.
But now your hollow echo
Can’t outrun the ancient law.
What you say will come back around one day,
You thought it would just fade, but it stays.
A permanent ghost in the hallway,
What you say will come back to burn through the hate.
You lit the match, now you must watch it play.
What you say… what you say.
Words don’t die… they simply wait.
What you say… will come back around.
Words don’t die… they simply wait.
What you say… will come back around.


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Back Around by WHY🎧 SPACE

You wore a legend like a second skin,
Lead and liquor, a surgeon’s grin.
Tombstone dust on a dead man’s coat,
I sing his ghost in every note.
True that, you were fire, true that, you were bold,
Every move you made was a story retold.
Cards on the table, silver and sin,
Every gamble you played was a place I’d been.
I fold my past but I can’t forget,
We’re all just one draw from regret.
True that, I was chasing, true that, I was blind,
But the rhythm keeps me steady, keeps me in time.
You lived like the night was yours to burn,
I watched every page of your legend turn.
We were brothers in chaos, partners in crime,
But the beat kept ticking, stealing our time.
Oh, the table’s set with a gambler’s debt,
Silver and sin in a blood‑red bet.
I fold my past but I can’t forget—
We’re all just one draw from regret.
You called your shots with a steady hand,
I strum my truth in these one‑horse stands.
The law don’t chase what the night absolves,
Just the hum of tires and a barroom’s resolve.
True that, I was broken,
True that, I was scarred.
But the rhythm keeps me open,
And it’s healing every part.
Oh, the table’s set with a gambler’s debt,
Silver and sin in a blood‑red bet.
I fold my past but I can’t forget—
We’re all just one draw from regret.
They say you died with your boots on tight,
I fade out slow in the dashboard light.
No O.K. Corral, no showdown blaze,
Just a jukebox wail in the neon haze.
True that, you were shadow, true that, you were flame,
Every outlaw’s story ends the same.
Your name’s a shadow on a wanted page,
Mine’s a whisper on a half‑lit stage.
We rode through towns where the lights went dim,
Every barroom echo carried your hymn.
But silence hit harder than a bullet’s sting,
And I’m left with the rhythm of everything.
But the cards don’t lie when the stakes are true,
We both played wild and we both lost too.
You wore a legend like a second skin,
Lead and liquor, a surgeon’s grin.
True that, I was learning,
True that, I was torn.
But the beat keeps returning,
And I’m finally reborn.
Oh, the table’s set with a gambler’s debt,
Silver and sin in a blood‑red bet.
I fold my past but I can’t forget—
We’re all just one draw from regret.
Aces high and the whiskey’s lean,
I play the hand that life dealt me.
True that, I was reckless, true that, I was free,
But the rhythm’s the only legacy.
Every ghost I sing, every note I play,
Keeps the legend alive in a modern way.
True that, I was broken, true that, I was scarred,
But the beat keeps me moving, keeps me in charge.
I’m not the hero, I’m not the saint,
Just a man with a song and a coat of paint.
But the crowd still listens, the lights still shine,
And the rhythm reminds me this life is mine.
I play the hand that life dealt me…
I play the hand that life… dealt… me…
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True That by WHY🎧 SPACE

I was sliding left when the beat said right,
Doing my own thing under neon light.
True that, I was clumsy, true that, I was free,
But the rhythm was laughing, not dancing with me.
She walked in smooth, with a smile so wide,
Said “you’ve got the way of one, let me show you the stride.”
True that, she was fire, true that, she was new,
She said “you’ve got the way of one, but I’ll show you with two.”
I was lost in the crowd, just moving alone,
Every step was crooked, every beat my own.
Didn’t care for the rules, didn’t care for the style,
But she caught my eye, and she made me smile.
True that, she’s magic,
True that, she’s bold.
She turned my rhythm
Into pure gold.
Show me how to move, show me how to sway,
Turn my one‑step stumble to a two‑step play.
Show me how to move, show me how to groove,
True that, I’m alive when she shows me the proof.
She spun me around, taught me how to glide,
Every beat was a wave, every step a ride.
I was clumsy before, but she made it art,
Every move she gave me lit up my heart.
True that, she’s lightning,
True that, she’s flame.
She turned my dancing
Into her game.
Show me how to move, show me how to sway,
Turn my one‑step stumble to a two‑step play.
Show me how to move, show me how to groove,
True that, I’m alive when she shows me the proof.
Now the floor is alive, every step in sync,
She gave me the rhythm, she gave me the link.
From the way of one to the way of two,
She taught me the dance, and she taught me the truth.
True that, she’s fearless,
True that, she’s mine.
She turned my rhythm
Into a sign.
Show me how to move, show me how to sway,
Turn my one‑step stumble to a two‑step play.
Show me how to move, show me how to groove,
True that, I’m alive when she shows me the proof.
She said “don’t fight the rhythm, let it carry you through,
Don’t hold back the motion, let the music renew.”
True that, I was stubborn, true that, I was slow,
But she taught me the steps, and she taught me the flow.
Now I’m spinning in circles, now I’m flying in time,
Every move she gave me is a perfect rhyme.
True that, she’s the teacher, true that, she’s the key,
She turned my one‑step stumble to a dance set free.
I was sliding left when the beat said right,
Doing my own thing under neon light.
True that, I was clumsy, true that, I was new,
But she showed me the way of one, and the way with two.

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True That I'm  Alive by WHY🎧 SPACE

She flips the switch like a light in the hall,
Turns me on with the simplest call.
True that, it’s daily, true that, it’s sly,
Every move she makes is a reason why.
She stirs her coffee, steam rising slow,
I watch her lips, and the rhythm grows.
She ties her shoes, and I lose my ground,
Everyday sparks in the small things found.
True that, she’s subtle,
True that, she’s fire.
Everyday moments
Feed my desire.
Between the lines, she’s writing me down,
Everyday sparks spinning me round.
Between the lines, I’m caught in her vow,
True that, she’s the reason — I’m burning now.
She folds the laundry, rhythm in her sway,
I hear the music in the way she plays.
She laughs at nothing, and I lose control,
Everyday sparks that ignite my soul.
True that, she’s clever,
True that, she’s mine.
Everyday moments
Cross every line.
Between the lines, she’s writing me down,
Everyday sparks spinning me round.
Between the lines, I’m caught in her vow,
True that, she’s the reason — I’m burning now.
She drives the car, hand steady on the wheel,
I feel the motion, the way she makes me feel.
She shuts the door, and the silence sings,
Everyday sparks in the simplest things.
True that, she’s magic,
True that, she’s bold.
Everyday moments
Never grow old.
Between the lines, she’s writing me down,
Everyday sparks spinning me round.
Between the lines, I’m caught in her vow,
True that, she’s the reason — I’m burning now.
She walks through the market, I’m losing my cool,
Every step she takes is bending the rules.
She flips her hair, and the world slows down,
Everyday sparks in a casual crown.
She’s the rhythm in the checkout line,
The echo in the glass when we toast with wine.
She’s the thunder in the quiet street,
Everyday sparks make the night complete.
True that, she’s daily, true that, she’s mine,
Everyday sparks are the perfect sign.
I respect the craft, I respect the flame,
Everyday sparks — I’ll never be the same.
Between the lines, she’s still the spark,
True that, she’s the fire in the dark.
Between the lines, I’ll dance through the night,
True that, she’s the reason — I...burn for her..every day.... every day...every night...every night...

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True That She's Fire by WHY🎧 SPACE

Between then and now, I’ve walked that line,
Every beat a memory, every word a sign.
True that, I’ve stumbled, true that, I’ve grown,
But the rhythm reminds me I’m never alone.
I see the shadows of our yesterday,
Echoes of the love that slipped away.
Every streetlight flickers, calling me back,
But I’m chasing forward, no time to track.
True that, I’ve been broken,
True that, I’ve been scarred.
But the music keeps me open,
And it’s healing every part.
Between then and now, I’m finding my sound,
Dancing through the fire, I won’t be bound.
Between then and now, I’m stronger somehow,
True that, I’m alive — and I’m living it loud.
I hear the whispers of the nights we knew,
Every promise faded, but the rhythm’s true.
The skyline glows with a brand-new start,
I’m remixing pain into works of art.
True that, I’ve been waiting,
True that, I’ve been lost.
But the beat keeps elevating,
And I’ll pay whatever cost.
Between then and now, I’m finding my sound,
Dancing through the fire, I won’t be bound.
Between then and now, I’m stronger somehow,
True that, I’m alive — and I’m living it loud.
I see reflections in the midnight glass,
Every broken moment, every time I passed.
But the rhythm tells me I’m not defined,
By the weight of sorrow I left behind.
True that, I’ve been learning,
True that, I’ve been torn.
But the music keeps returning,
And I’m finally reborn.
Between then and now, I’m finding my sound,
Dancing through the fire, I won’t be bound.
Between then and now, I’m stronger somehow,
True that, I’m alive — and I’m living it loud.
Yeah, I came from the silence, now I’m breaking the chains,
Every scar I carried turned to fuel in my veins.
Between then and now, it’s a war I survived,
Every lyric I spit is the proof I’m alive.
True that, I’ve been doubted, true that, I’ve been bruised,
But the rhythm’s my weapon, and the beat’s my muse.
I respect the craft, I respect the grind,
Building something lasting, leaving echoes behind.
From the mountain to the city, from the dark to the stage,
Every moment I’ve lived is a line on the page.
Between then and now, I’m not backing down,
I’m a king in the rhythm, I wear the crown.
Between then and now, I’ve found my way,
True that, tomorrow’s another day.
Between then and now, I’ll dance through the pain,
True that, the music will always remain.

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Then & Now  by WHY🎧 SPACE

In the desert’s embrace, as the sun sets low,
The word "Descanso" means rest, a tranquil glow.
As I journey onward, seeking peace so deep,
Dreaming of the desert’s wonders, in my sleep.
After a night’s performance, I drift away,
To a land of cacti, where coyotes play.
"Descanso" calls me, in the moon’s soft light,
A gentle whisper, in the desert night.
I’ve been chasing echoes through the midnight air,
Writing down truths that nobody shares.
It’s a gift and a curse, this songwriter’s grind,
Every verse is a mirror of the soul I find.
Descanso reminds me to breathe, to rest,
To lay down the weight that clings to my chest.
It’s not the fame, not the lights, not the streams,
It’s the quiet desert teaching me dreams.
A songwriter’s soul, forever chasing streams,
"Descanso" in the desert,
and my endless dreams.
(endless dreams)
endless dreams.
Snakes slither silently, in shadows cast,
Seeking solace in each midnight rasp.
The oasis waits, with waters pure and clear,
"Descanso" leads me, to where dreams appear.
The beauty of the desert, a timeless scene,
With sunsets painting skies in amber sheen.
I wander through this dreamscape, feeling free,
"Descanso" in my heart, my sanctuary.
A songwriter’s soul, forever chasing streams,
"Descanso" in the desert,
and my endless dreams.
(endless dreams)
endless dreams.
In the silence of the night, the desert sings,
A lullaby of peace, that the nighttime brings.
I close my eyes, and let the dream take flight,
"Descanso" is my guide, through the desert night.
We all see the stars in their stadium shows,
Spotlights blazing, the confetti flows.
But the dream’s not the crowd or the fame we chase,
It’s the tear held back on a single face.
It’s the smile that rises, the foot that taps,
The finger that snaps in the quiet gaps.
It’s one soul daring to dance along,
To hear your truth inside the song.
That’s why I write, that’s why I sing,
Not for the trophies or glittering things.
Descanso reminds me, the desert is proof,
That music’s real when it touches the roof.
As the dawn approaches, my dreams gently fade,
I awaken with the memories they made.
A songwriter’s soul, forever chasing streams,
"Descanso" in the desert,
and my endless dreams.
(endless dreams)
endless dreams.
A songwriter’s soul, forever chasing streams,
"Descanso" in the desert,
and my endless dreams.
(endless dreams)
endless dreams.

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Endless Dreams by WHY🎧 SPACE

Welcome to the dance farm,
Where we grow , we grow.,,,we grow
Seeds of rhythm in the soil,
Beats that rise ..so you know ...so you know...so you know
music roots beneath the floor,
Bassline blossoms, you want more.
Every step plants sound in air,
Every move grows everywhere.
Hands up high, the harvest begins,
Truth in the rhythm, the music spins.
Welcome to the dance farm,
We grow , we grow....we grow...
Welcome to the dance farm,
We sow the sound, you love ...you know
Welcome to the dance farm,
 dance...dance ...dance ... go...go...go
I plant my pain in the ground, let it bloom,
I water the beat, it fills the room.
Every scar is a seed, every tear a song,
We grow it together, we all belong.
No fences here, just rhythm and light,
We harvest the sound, we dance all night.
The farm is alive, the soil is free,
Music is the crop, and the crop is me.
Glitter rains down, the fields ignite,
Every dancer glowing bright.
We lose ourselves, but we find the flame,
The farm of rhythm knows our name.
Living today, the struggle is real,
But the dance farm heals, the wounds conceal.
I could forget it all, let silence reign,
But the harvest calls, I break the chain.
Every beat is a seed, every drop a fight,
We grow the music, we claim the night.
No walls, no fear, no borrowed skin,
Welcome to the dance farm, we rise again.
We sow the sound, we reap the fire,
The dance farm lifts us higher.
We plant the truth, we grow the flame,
The harvest sings your name.
Welcome to the dance farm,
We grow , we grow....we grow...
Welcome to the dance farm,
We sow the sound, you love ...you know
Welcome to the dance farm,
 dance...dance ...dance ... go...go...go
We sow the sound, you love ...you know
Welcome to the dance farm,
 dance...dance ...dance ... go...go...go
 you love ...you know
 dance...dance ...dance ... go...go...go
 you love ...you know
 dance...dance ...dance ... go...go...go ... go...go...go... DANCE...

Please Dance this on to your playlist ..So much thanks... WHY🎧 SPACE
All rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder

Link 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

Dance Farm by WHY🎧 SPACE

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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