Taylorcore

"Something About Him" is a pop single with 2000s influences, driven by rhythmic percussions and a soft, nostalgic piano melody. This song offers a more open and positive perspective than "Moving On," both on the personal love experience and the sound of the track. It tells the story of an unexpected love. Between doubts, openness, and calm, we witness the birth of a sincere, peaceful, and liberating romantic connection that gently heals the wounds of a past relationship. It's not love at first sight, nor a grand upheaval, just something about him that, without a sound, changed everything.

Something about Him

Chasing the Wish List 

With the top down & no map 

Honey on my lips 

Cancelled! on my dash 

the Eldest Daughter 

Driving fast through Wood 

Father Figure in the rearview 

Said I’d ruin the family for good 

Elizabeth Taylor in my mirror 

Opalite on my wrist 

Actually Romantic in my playlist 

But the gas gauge didn’t exist 

The Fate of Ophelia 

Was written in the heat 

was burning under the sun 

no shoes on my feet 

What Men Want 

Is speed & shine 

But I was running out of gas 

On a road that wasn’t mine 

The Life of a Showgirl 

velvet and flame 

But melting in the silence 

on my runaway name 

Sweat & Vanilla Perfume 

Stuck to my skin 

Frightening how fast 

You forget where you’ve been 

It’s Rapturous at first 

Then it’s just a scream 

It’s Beautiful when you stall 

& wake up from the dream 

I sold my Eldest Daughter soul 

For a Father Figure’s praise 

I chased the Wish List 

Through a hundred empty days 

Cancelled! by the silence 

Ruin the Friendship by design 

Honey in the headlights 

Till the engine crossed the line 

What Men Want 

Is a showgirl spin 

But I was burning under the sun 

With no way to begin 

Life of a Showgirl 

Is sequins & gold 

But I was stranded in the desert 

With a story never told 

Elizabeth Taylor fades 

Opalite turns gray 

The Fate of Ophelia 

Was driving away (away) away (away)...away...(away).....away...... 

burning ..(burning) ...away...(away).....away......


🌹Thanks to the players from H.C. and Del's studio

All Rights held by songwriter Edwin H. Balder. 

Be sure to visit Tina's playlist here: 
https://soundcloud.com/edwin-balder/sets/tina-talone-may-this-kind-of?si=c962a19838244cafab03c08ba110c75f&utm_source=clipboard&utm_medium=text&utm_campaign=social_sharing

And Tina's new music video here:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

( •̀ ω •́ ) LANCE - BASED FREESTYLE **NYAN1 EXCLUSIVE** 😱☝️☝️

packeao

Style (Street Lights MIx)

From #shadows to light, from #soldier to #prophet.
This is not just #music – it’s an #open #book: #politics, #media, #fake idols, #corporations, and #illusions all fall under the #mirror.

🔥 #Boom Bap meets #Hans Zimmer.
🌍 #9 languages, one message: RAW becomes WAR.
♾️ #Eye for an eye, #truth for the #people.

#NEMA ~ #AMEN … the #Mastercode lives.

NEMA ~ AMEN ~ RAW ~ WAR 9 (9 Tongues of Doom)

The System Zerstörer ist mehr als ein Song – es ist ein Manifest.
Ein Schlag gegen Politik, Medien, Konzerne und Fake-Künstler.
Auge um Auge, Zahn um Zahn – Wahrheit im Spiegel, Lüge im Feuer.
Deutschrap trifft auf Godflow, Boom Bap und cineastische Energie.

Englisch 🌍
The System Zerstörer is more than music – it’s a statement.
A strike against politics, media, corporations and fake idols.
Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth – truth in the mirror, lies in the flames.
German rap collides with Godflow, Boom Bap and cinematic power.

NEMA ~ AMEN ~ The System ~ Zerstörer.

TAYTAY'SGETTINGMARRIED!2025

If you've ever been hurt by your main squeeze, deceived by your best friend, or down to your last dime and ready to call it quits, this cat has the solution if you have the time to listen.

THIS WEEK'S HIT!

Ladies and Gentlemen's...and all those who wish to be considered so! Here 'tis! Here goes the greatest remedy for the blues on earth! The results obtained by the use of this track have been phenomenal!

Your enemy cannot harm you, but watch your close friend - Rev. Edward W. Clayborn

I wanted to buy me some cakes but I had shot dice and lost my roll - Blind Lemon Jefferson, Bakershop Blues

"Sweet Singer of the Swamplands Here to Do a Few Tunes between Homicides" - January 3, 1935, headline in the New York Herald Tribune announcing the arrival of Leadbelly

I had to steal music from every which a way to get it... to get it to fit - Willie McTell, intro to The Dyin' Crapshooter's Blues

Some folks dig the swamp blues...I YAM THE SWAMP, Y'ALL !

They tell me God don't like ugly. Said, boy, your home's in hell - Sam Chatmon, God Don't Like Ugly

When Paramount Records got the ol' chap to make this record, they put over a big one for the Blues! He is a blues preacher that knows how to pick and holler! Listen to this a here record right now!

And now, emanating from the Secaucus Lounge of the
Fabulous Fandango Hotel in Weehawken, New Jersey -
We proudly present the celestial melodies of Lou Waxman
And his Orchestra, who ask the age old musical question...

Aunt Caroline Dye she told me,
"Son, you don't have to live so rough"
"I'm going to fix you up a mojo, oh Lord, so you can strut your stuff"
[Go on and strut yo' stuff!]

DUNZO, THE DANDY WONDER SANGSTER !!!

Originality is way overrated. To make, you need to take. All great artists do
All has not been said and never will be
Only those with no memory insist on their originality

I know my crown gonna fit me well, 'cause tried it on at the gates of hell - Reverend Gary Davis 

'Scuse my cough, I slept in a chicken house last night. - Jesse Fuller

Nothing annoys me more when I'm talking to someone about music and for some reason, they think their opinion is as valid as mine.

We wrote this song, it's our own compose' - Sleepy John Estes, Don't You Want To Know 1941

Uh - but we celebratin' Christmas wrong from the way I look at the matter - shootin' off fireworks, cussin', and dancin', raisin' all other kinds of sand... uh - Death may be your Santa Claus! All of you who are decoratin' your rooms and gettin' ready for an all night dance - Death may be your Santa Claus! Death is on your track and is going to overtake you after awhile - Reverend J.M. Gates

(about Elvis Presley) I wasn't just a fan, I was his brother. He said I was good and I said he was good; we never argued about that. Elvis was a hard worker, dedicated, and God loved him. Last time I saw him was at Graceland. We sang "Old Blind Barnabus" together, a gospel song. I love him and hope to see him in heaven. There'll never be another like that soul brother.--James Brown

I don't play 'em, I stomp 'em. - Bukka White

When you go down on Deep Ellum, keep your carburator clean, 'cause the women on Deep Ellum sell you dirty gasoline - Bill Neely

If I had one biscuit, and you hadn't eaten nothin' in a month, I'd break it in two and eat both pieces - Yank Rachell to Howard Armstrong in Louie Bluie

Here she comes! The Black Diamond Express to Hell with Sin the Engineer holding the throttle wide open; Pleasure is the headlight, and the devil is the conductor. You can feel the roaring of the express and the moanin' of the drunkards, liars, gamblers and other folk who have got aboard. They are hell-bound and they don't want to go. The train makes eleven stops but nobody can get off - Vocalion advertisement for Rev. A.W. Nix's 1927 recording Black Diamond Express to Hell

“When Jazzbo"Hit It, Bo!!"Jamerson III started singing, he seemed like a guy who could have sprung from the head of Zeus in full armor.”

Truck 'Em On Down

She'd rather be the one when we're inside
Nice smile babygirl you are the daylight
Is it daytime?
Do they pay fine?
Your beauty's worth the world, you're my sunshine
And I went so far just to feel this way
You hop in my car, we gon' drive away
You know you're a star don't need to contemplate

So yea we'll be alright you're my star, girl
Yea let's get it right we don't need no one
Me and you against the world
You're my world
I love you girl
I'm so sure of you

So yea we'll be alright you're my star, girl
Yea let's get it right we don't need no one
Me and you against the world
You're my world
I love you girl
I'm so sure of you

Yea you know you're bright you're a lantern
You're so beautiful my dancer
I ain't always right with my answers
Let me take your hand for a chance first
Yea just open up don't be a mystery
And our broken past is now a memory
I will always want who you choose to be
'Cause my only want is that you're living free
Now your broken past is a memory

Yea we'll be alright you're my star, girl
Yea let's get it right we don't need no one
Me and you against the world
You're my world
I love you girl
I'm so sure of you
Yea we'll be alright you're my star, girl
Yea let's get it right we don't need no one
Me and you against the world
You're my world
I love you girl
I'm so sure of you
I'm so sure of you
I'm so- I'm so sure of you

The Scarlet Rose

18 stargirl (prod. peril)

Congrats on your engagement Taylor, pls don't sue me

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Sources:
- Taylor Swift - tolerate it
- Kanye West - I Wonder

you're so much older and wiser

“Paper Crown” is a dark, cinematic country anthem about power, deception, and the fall of a false empire. Built on a driving heartbeat kick, stomps and claps, and twang-meets-noir guitars, the verses smolder with hushed warnings before a thunderous, sky-lifting chorus tears the façade apart. Low strings and moody pads add trailer-worthy tension; a searing slide-guitar line cuts through the final refrain as the crown crumples in the spotlight.

Tailor-made for country-pop, workout, and drama playlists—and primed for sync across promos, sports teasers, and prestige TV—“Paper Crown” marries goosebump lyrics with festival-scale hooks. It’s the sound of reckoning with a smile: catchy enough for radio, cinematic enough for editors and curators who want impact on first play.

Genre: Country Pop | Cinematic Country | Country Rock
Mood: Haunting, defiant, dramatic, triumphant
Core instruments: Acoustic guitar, tremolo/twang electric, slide guitar, bass, driving kick/stomp-clap percussion, low strings, pads, stacked/gang vocals
For fans of: Carrie Underwood, Taylor Swift (Reputation era), Miranda Lambert, Kelsea Ballerini
Use cases: Country party/dark-pop crossover, gym & hype playlists, trailer/sports promo sync, reels/shorts built around the chorus drop

Paper Crown

@Pourtash on Insta
@daniellonner on Insta

NO GOD (prod. Daniel Lonner)

goblin king

The Fate of Ophelia (Cabaret Dance Version)

(Verse 1)
Silk dress shimmering, spotlight’s embrace 
A painted smile I perfectly place 
They cheer and they holler, a thunderous roar
Don't ask what I'm thinking, standing on the floor 

Like Ophelia's blossoms, each gesture a sign 
A silent confession, perfectly aligned 
They see the glitter, the sequins, the gleam 
But oh, darling, this ain't a dream.

(Chorus) 
And the river runs deep here, under the lights 
Another performance, through endless nights 
They want a story, a dance, a perfect disguise 
Behind these showgirl eyes, a quiet sunrise 
It's a paper doll stage, where the breezes can bite 
But I'm learning to sway, and I'm holding on tight.

(Verse 2) 
The whispers of tabloids, a delicate hum 
"Is she too much, too little, where did she come from?" 
Like willow branches, they bend to the breeze 
My reputation's at stake, on my trembling knees 

But the music keeps calling, a siren's soft plea 
And I answer, I answer, just watch and you'll see 
The headlines will fade, like flowers in the stream 
But the fire in my spirit, that's not just a gleam.

(Chorus) 
And the river runs deep here, under the lights 
Another performance, through endless nights 
They want a story, a dance, a perfect disguise 
Behind these showgirl eyes, a quiet sunrise 
It's a paper doll stage, where the breezes can bite 
But I'm learning to sway, and I'm holding on tight.

(Bridge)
Some days I feel frayed, like a thread coming loose
From the tapestry woven, by rumor and use
But there’s a strength in the current, I’ve learned to command
A gentle resistance, a steady, soft hand
I might float on the surface, for all them to see
But my roots run much deeper, wild and free.
(Oh, wild and free)

(Chorus) 
And the river runs deep here, under the lights
Another performance, through endless nights
They want a story, a dance, a perfect disguise
Behind these showgirl eyes, a quiet sunrise
It's a paper doll stage, where the breezes can bite
But I'm learning to sway, and I'm holding on tight.

(Outro) 
Yeah, I’m holding on tight, to the girl underneath
The one who still breathes, beyond all belief
The show must go on, or so they all say 
But darling, I'm finding my own way to play. 
My own way to play.

The Fate of Ophelia (Cabaret Dance Version)

The Fate of Ophelia (Emo Dark Version)

(Verse 1)
Silk dress shimmering, a painted on smile
Each gesture a blossom, a beautiful lie
They see all the glitter, the sequins, the gleam
But oh, darling, this ain't a dream.

(Chorus)
And the river runs deep here, under the lights
Another performance, through endless nights
They want "The Fate of Ophelia," a tragic disguise
But behind these showgirl eyes, a quiet sunrise
So I'll sway on this stage, and I'm holding on tight.

(Verse 2)
The whispers of tabloids, a delicate hum
My reputation's a flower, left to the stream
The headlines will fade, as they always become
But the fire in my spirit is more than a gleam.

(Chorus)
And the river runs deep here, under the lights
Another performance, through endless nights
They want "The Fate of Ophelia," a tragic disguise
But behind these showgirl eyes, a quiet sunrise
So I'll sway on this stage, and I'm holding on tight.

(Bridge)
I might float on the surface for all them to see
But my roots run deeper than they'll ever believe
There's a strength in this current they can't take from me.

(Outro)
Holding on tight...
Yeah, behind these showgirl eyes...
A quiet sunrise.

The Fate of Ophelia (Emo Dark Version)

you know we gettin funky

lavender haze x space jam

lavender jam (deadmellow's funky dunk)

The Man You'll Never Become

444
Forever Real
Instagram : @zlvibez
(zlineage on all plats)

No details. Said to be from Little Egypt, Illinois. Proficient-esque/ish on guitar, One String Homemade Diddley Bow, Congas, and Mississippi saxophone. Present whereabouts unknown. Alleged step/half cousin in-law of Boregard Rippy.

"He sounds like two flat tires on a dirt road, tryin' to catch up."--RS

“What I love about playing music (is) because I did my own singing and do my own thing, didn't have to worry about nobody crossin' me.”

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Welcome to Logical Miracle, a project where a lifelong dream meets the cutting edge of technology, brought to life by two passionate creators, one a musician and songwriter, the other an edu tech enthusiast who turns ideas into reality.

Like many, my journey started with big dreams as a child. I imagined myself as a musical genius, learning to play the recorder and later moving on to the violin and guitar. Back then, I had no idea how challenging the music industry could be. As life moved on, new adventures like jobs, holidays, and eventually starting a family took over, and my musical dream slowly faded into the background.

But the story didn’t end there. Over the past 40 years, technology has evolved in incredible ways, creating opportunities that were once unimaginable. Social media has reconnected us with old friends and memories, while AI and music software have revolutionised how we create and share music. The music industry, once an exclusive club, has had to adapt, leaving space for new voices to emerge.

This is where Logical Miracle was born, a collaboration between my love for music and the technical genius of my partner. For years, I wrote poems, not realising they were songs in waiting. Today, with the help of AI, music production software, and my tech-savvy partner, we’ve brought those words to life. The dream of working in a big studio isn’t necessary anymore; with the right tools and expertise, we’re able to create professional-quality music right from home.

Logical Miracle is the result of this collaboration. It’s not just a musical project, it’s a testament to the power of dreams and the possibilities that technology brings. What started as a simple idea has blossomed into something much bigger, a dream shared and fulfilled. Now, it’s time for our music to be heard.

So, whether you’re here to discover something new or to support two dreamers who have turned their passions into reality, we hope you enjoy the music of Logical Miracle. Your feedback means the world to us, if you like what you hear, let us know. And if not, that’s okay too, just be kind in your comments. Either way, we’ll keep creating, inspired by the knowledge that our partnership and technology have made this dream possible.

Thanks for listening, and welcome to the world of Logical Miracle.

AMEN ~ FOREVER is not just music – it’s a ritual.
Every track is a weapon of light, forged to break chains, purge darkness, and elevate the soul.
This is sound as exorcism, frequency as fire, rhythm as revelation.

No borders, no compromise – only truth, resonance, and eternal impact.
And more: a fusion of human spirit and artificial intelligence, a dance with AI where intuition and algorithm become one.
Sound becomes a living entity, shaped by heart and machine together.

If you feel the energy, support the movement:
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Enter the vibration.
NEMA ~ AMEN ~ FOREVER.

Music that makes you dance

bookings: tim@deadmellow.com

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

yup im in The SPot. (￣o￣) . z Z
~ ☆☆☆☆ ~
@percoce

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