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She Thinks She’s Better Than Me   by Edwin H. Balder
She walks in like the world stands still,
Diamond shine, dollar bill.
Laugh too sweet, words too fine,
Like her life don’t cross with mine.
Says she’s got it, says she knows,
Says she runs the way it flows.
High heels up, head held high,
Looking down like I’m too shy.
I play along, I let it slide,
But she don’t know what’s deep inside.
She thinks she’s better than me,
Like I don’t know the game she plays.
Like I don’t see the cracks she hides,
Like I don’t hear the things she says.
She thinks she’s better than me,
But baby, truth don’t lie that way.
She’s got the car, she’s got the shine,
She’s got the perfect painted line.
She’s got the look, she’s got the say,
But she don’t got what makes me stay.
I’ve got roots, I’ve got fight,
I’ve got a heart that sleeps at night.
She thinks she’s better than me,
Like I don’t know the game she plays.
Like I don’t see the cracks she hides,
Like I don’t hear the things she says.
She thinks she’s better than me,
But baby, truth don’t lie that way.
Some chase gold, some chase fame,
Some just need a different name.
Some fall fast, some hold tight,
Some just fake their perfect life.
Now she stares, now she waits,
Wondering why I don’t take the bait.
I walk past, I don’t look back,
Because I don’t need what she don’t have.
She thinks she’s better than me,
Like I don’t know the game she plays.
Like I don’t see the cracks she hides,
Like I don’t hear the things she says.
She thinks she’s better than me,
But baby, truth don’t lie that way.
She walks in like the world stands still,
But I just smile—I know the drill......................know......... the ..............drill.

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Betrayal & Brunch An Open Source Cover 4U
by The Indivisibles

Champagne flows, deals get made
Silver spoons carve what’s betrayed
Backs turned easy, voices hushed
Another empire built on trust
Used to fight, used to stand
Now they shake hands with filthy hands
Used to bleed, used to burn
Now they trade their souls for what they earn
Dollar signs in their hungry eyes
Loyalty drowned in alibis
They don’t flinch, they don’t break
Just sip the lies, cut the steak
Lost their balls somewhere between betrayal and brunch
Sold out quick, didn’t even flinch at the punch
Big glass smiles, big bank rolls
Ain’t got a spine, but they got control
Used to have a voice, used to fight
Used to burn bright in the dead of night
But greed don’t care, greed won’t wait
One bite, one deal, one twisted fate
Hands too soft, hearts too cold
Swallowed whole by the weight of gold
No regret, no second guess
Just a life lived in excess
Lost their balls somewhere between betrayal and brunch
Sold out quick, didn’t even flinch at the punch
Big glass smiles, big bank rolls
Ain’t got a spine, but they got control
Was it power, was it fame?
Was it fear, was it the game?
Did they wake up and check the cost?
Or did they just forget what they lost?
So they sit high, sip real slow
Build their castles on what they owe
But dust don’t care, time don’t bend
And empires fall with the ones who pretend
Lost their balls somewhere between betrayal and brunch
Sold out quick, didn’t even flinch at the punch
Big glass smiles, big bank rolls
Ain’t got a spine, but they got control
Champagne flows, deals get made
Silver spoons carve what’s betrayed
Backs turned easy, voices hushed
Another empire built on trust

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Kept the pen warm while the spotlight faded.  
Built the hooks they danced to, never stated.  
Watched the charts climb with someone else's name.  
Now the silence breaks, I'm rewriting my game.  
Wrote for stars who never knew the fire.  
Gave away gold just to pay the wire.  
Held my tongue while the crowd got loud.  
Now the mic’s mine, see me rock the crowd.  
This ain’t borrowed.  
This ain’t fake.  
Feel the tremor  
when I shake.
I got a release for you.  
This is the beat that’s gonna break the scene.  
Raw rhythms, real talk, no sheen.  
I got a release for you.  
This track don’t stop, it climbs and soars.  
Built for the rebels who unlocked doors.  
I got a release for you.  
Kept it quiet while the world kept spinning.  
Played the long game, now I’m winning.  
Every lyric etched in nights and fire.  
Every beat’s a step climbing higher.
Ghost in the booth, now I’m front and center.  
Wrote their verses, now I’m the inventor.  
No more silence, hear me rise.  
This is an anthem in disguise.
I got a release for you.  
This is the anthem they can’t deny.  
Built from the truth they tried to buy.  
I got a release for you.  
Feel the beat drop, breaking the mold.  
This is my story, finally told.  
I got a release for you. I got a release for you. I got a release for you.  
Beats so straight, they're taking flight,  
Cause this is music born from night.  
I was quiet while they played their game,  
Now hear my anthem light the flame.
I got a release for you. I got a release for you. I got a release for you.  

I Got a Release for You written by Edwin H. Balder

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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