Searing timbre / burned in sound
The voice I lost / the one I found
Ashes echo / through the air
I sing what’s gone / I sing what’s there…
I was a whisper in the flame
A name erased, a song untamed
I walked through fire just to feel
If pain was proof that I was real
The chords were cracked, the mic was cold
But still I sang what couldn’t hold
A searing timbre, sharp and true
The kind that cuts and carries through
Searing timbre / voice of mine
Carved in smoke and turpentine
I bled in rhythm, broke in rhyme
But still I sang / I kept the time
Searing timbre / soul on fire
The echo born of lost desire
I sing the scars / I sing the flame
Searing timbre / still my name
I was the silence in the crowd
The note too sharp, the cry too loud
I sang in rooms that wouldn’t hear
But still I burned through every fear
The stage was cracked, the lights were dim
But I was gospel in the hymn
A voice that wouldn’t fade or bend
A song that didn’t need to end
I am the tremble in the steel
The heat beneath what others feel
I am the verse that won’t behave
The echo rising from the grave
I am the sound that won’t be tamed
The fire that sings without a name
I am the timbre, raw and seared
The voice you lost, the one you feared
Searing timbre / voice of mine
Carved in smoke and turpentine
I bled in rhythm, broke in rhyme
But still I sang / I kept the time
Searing timbre / soul on fire
The echo born of lost desire
I sing the scars / I sing the flame
Searing timbre / still my name
Searing timbre… still my name…
Searing timbre… still my name…
Searing timbre… still my name…

🌹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:
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:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Searing Timbre by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

He called me his Georgia Pie…
But I was  city born, so I’d wonder why…
He played that harp like a summer sunrise…
Me with my guitar, just trying to try…
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
We met by the river, no stage, no lights
Just a patch of shade and a day done right
I was scribbling verses, chasing a tune
He came drifting in like a breeze in June
Didn’t speak a word, but he played so clear
Notes like stories I needed to hear
His harmonica danced with my strumming hand
And suddenly, I could understand
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
He called me sweet like a southern breeze
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
But I was Brooklyn born, wild and free
Still I sang with him, side by side
The best thing I ever heard in life
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
He played the truth without a plea
He couldn’t speak, not in words or sound
But his melodies spun the world around
He’d nod and hum, then let it fly
A tune that made the pine trees sigh
I asked him once, “Why Georgia Pie?”
He smiled and played a lullaby
I never got the answer clear
But I felt it deep, like music near
He was the verse I couldn’t write
The chord that made the wrong feel right
He was the hush before the storm
The fire that kept my fingers warm
He was the echo in the breeze
The song that brought me to my knees
He was the pie I couldn’t bake
But still I sang for heaven’s sake
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
He called me sweet like a southern breeze
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
But I was city  born, wild and free
Still I sang with him, side by side
The best thing I ever heard in life
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
He played the truth without a plea
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
He disappeared like a morning mist…
But left a song I still resist…
Georgia Pie… Georgia Pie…
The best thing I ever heard in me…

🌹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:
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:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Georgia Pie by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

The one I saw… the one that stayed…
The one I saw… never went away…
I walked down the steps to the edge of the light
Where the water held still like the end of the night
And the sky leaned low, and the silence grew wide
Then the surface broke—and I knew inside…
The water was calm, the water was dark
It held the hush without a mark
The sunset burned in orange and gold
But the quiet was deeper than stories told
Then a flash below, a sudden bite
A ripple rose in fading light
It wasn’t loud, it wasn’t grand
But it moved the world where I chose to stand
It came to me, that wave so small
Insignificant, barely a call
But it touched my feet, and I felt the change
Like something sacred, soft and strange
I didn’t cry, I didn’t run
But I knew the shift had just begun
The one I saw, the one that stirred
opened a song in me I never heard
The one I saw beneath the glass
The moment that would never pass
The ripple that became my name
The silence that was never the same
The one I saw, the one I knew
The one that made the sky turn blue
The one I saw, the one that stayed
The one that never went away
I’ve sung on stages, lit and loud
I’ve chased the cheers, I’ve faced the crowd
But nothing ever moved me more
Than that quiet wave on that quiet shore
It didn’t ask, it didn’t plead
It didn’t promise, didn’t need
It just arrived, and I became
The girl who saw, and knew her name
I was the stillness, I was the stone
I was the one who stood alone
But now I sing with open hands
Because I saw, and understand
It’s not the storm, it’s not the cry
It’s not the fire that fills the sky
It’s just the ripple, soft and true
That says, “I see the world in you…”
The one I saw beneath the glass
The moment that would never pass
The ripple that became my name
The silence that became my flame
The one I saw, the one I knew
The one that made the sky turn blue
The one I saw, the one I stayed
The one that never went away
It’s not the storm, it’s not the cry
It’s not the fire that fills the sky
It’s just the ripple, soft and true
That says, “I see the world in you…”...
I ..see ..the ..world... in you…”

🌹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:
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:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

I See The World In You 🌹Tina Talone🌹

She wasn’t born with a name that sang
But the forest knew her before she came
A child with hands too small to hold
But the strings bent down and made her bold…
[Verse 1: Fingerpicked guitar, slow phrasing, long rhymes]
She found it in a pawnshop case
Dust on the frets, no saving grace
A body bruised, a neck gone dry
But still it hummed when she walked by
She touched it once, it didn’t flinch
The grain was cracked, the bridge a pinch
But something whispered through the stain
A voice that knew her kind of pain
(But something whispered through the stain
A voice that knew her kind of pain)
She took it home, no lessons taught
Just fingers bleeding what she thought
She didn’t strum, she didn’t plead
She let it teach her what she’d need
The chords came slow, the notes came wrong
But still it held her all night long
And in that Mahogany, she found her name
Not carved in fame, but born in flame..a fire that today let's us all know her name( all know her name ...all know her name)
[Verse 2: , bass groove, odd rhyming cadence]
She played for ghosts, for kitchen chairs
For empty rooms and midnight stares
She sang to walls that wouldn’t bend
To lovers who forgot the end
She wrote in ink that wouldn’t dry
She prayed in keys that made her cry
(She wrote in ink that wouldn’t dry
She prayed in keys that made her cry)
But through it all, that guitar stayed
The only thing she never betrayed
It held her close when no one did
It knew the child she kept well hid
It didn’t ask, it didn’t speak
But gave her voice when she felt weak
(It didn’t ask, it didn’t speak
But gave her voice when she felt weak)
She didn’t need a stage or light
Just wood and wire and sleepless night
She didn’t need applause or fame
Just one more song to stake her claim
(She didn’t need applause or fame
Just one more song to stake her claim)
[Bridge: Strip back to guitar and voice, then build with bass riffs]
She was baptized in mahogany( baptized in mahogany)
Not water, not wine, not prophecy
She was saved by sound, by string, by tone
By something built to feel alone
She didn’t rise, she didn’t fall
She just became the sound of all
(She didn’t rise, she didn’t fall
She just became the sound of all)
baptized in mahogany( baptized in mahogany)
The girl, the ghost, the flame, the fight
The one who played to make things right
[Verse 3: emotional phrasing, long rhymes]
Now she stands where silence grows
Where rivers hum and memory flows
She plays for those who never knew
That music’s not what you walk through
It’s what you hold when breath runs thin
When love won’t start, but won’t give in
It’s what you clutch when words betray
When all you’ve got is what you play
(When all you’ve got is what you play)
When all you’ve got is what you play
She doesn’t speak, she doesn’t preach
She lets the notes do what they teach
She lets the wood become her skin
The strings her blood, the sound her sin
She doesn’t bow, she doesn’t beg
She walks with rhythm in her legs
She is the song, the soul, the flame
The one who never played for fame
(never played for fame)
never played for fame
[Outro: Repetitive echoes, fading guitar,  bass heartbeat]
Baptized in mahogany…
She found her truth in melody…
Baptized in mahogany…
She played, and that was all she’d be…
Baptized in mahogany…(Baptized in mahogany)…
Baptized in mahogany…She found her truth ..in ...melody…

🌹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:
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:
www.youtube.com/watch?v=6TZvNm4nfdQ

Baptized in Mahogany by 🌹Tina Talone🌹

“Dance Machine” by G-One Records is a high-voltage electro-pop anthem built for the dancefloor. With pulsing synths, hypnotic vocals, and euphoric energy, it captures the spirit of endless nights, flashing lights, and unstoppable rhythm.

© Walter Griebl 2025. All rights reserved.

Dance Machine

A modern pop duet built as a true conversation—intimate verses, call-and-response pre, and a soaring, memorable hook. Two voices trade promises, meet in tight harmonies, and land in unison for the final lift. Clean production, warm synths and guitar, steady pulse, and clear storytelling. Gender-inclusive, stadium-ready yet close-enough-to-whisper. For late drives, big rooms, and vows spoken out loud.

Only Us

An anthemic pop-rock love letter to the “wrong crowd.” Wrong Crowd Right is a misfit anthem for the kids on the curb, the ones with doodled hands, shared earbuds, and secret riots in their hearts. Loud, honest, and built to be shouted back by every outsider who finally found their person.

Wrong Crowd Right

This Is Our Summer is the soundtrack to the year your friends stopped being “just friends” and became family. Backseat chaos, lake nights, coffee-can fires, stupid big dreams on your hands and a chorus that feels like driving with the windows down forever.

This Is Our Summer

"Only The Wild Ones" is a new song from the Boston, Massachusetts band Dispatch. It appears on their new full length album America, Location 12 which is available now on iTunes, Spotify and all other digital music platforms.

Get America, Location 12:
CD/LP: http://www.dispatchmerch.com
Amazon CD/LP: http://www.smarturl.it/AL12Amazon
Stream / Download: https://dispatch.lnk.to/AmericaLocation12ID 

LYRICS:

long hair and longer stride
  and your cut off painter pants
 chargin down the craggy mountains with our thrift store friends
 who you find so... so in love with the falling earth
 oh you wake in the middle of the falling night with summer playing coy
 in the attics of the city night
 we talked corso and the MC5
you could dance like
we were all ALL right
only the wild ones, give you something and never want it back
oh the riot and the rush of the warm night air
only the wild ones, are the ones you can never catch
stars are up now no place to go... but everywhere
 one i met in the green mountain state
 i dropped out, and he moved away
 heard he got some land down south
 changed his name to a name the birds could pronounce
 only the wild ones, give you something and never want it back
 oh the riot and the rush of the warm night air
 only the wild ones, are the ones you can never catch
 stars are up now no place to go but everywhere... no place to go but everywhere
 and in the city the mayor said
 those who dance are all mislead
 so you packed your things and moved to the other coast
 said you gonna be like charlie rose
 only the wild ones, give you something and never want it back
 oh the riot and rush of the warm night air
 only the wild ones, are the ones you can never catch
 stars are up now no place to go... but everywhere
 only the wild ones, give you something and never want it back
 oh the riot and rush of the warm night air
 only the wild ones, are the ones you can never catch

Catch Dispatch on tour this summer with Guster: www.dispatchmusic.com/tour

June 15 - Denver, CO @ Ogden Theatre
June 16 - Morrison, CO @ Red Rocks Amphitheatre 
June 17 - Telluride, CO @ Telluride Bluegrass Festival
June 18 - Salt Lake City, UT @ Red Butte Garden
June 20 - Austin, TX @ Stubb's
June 22 - Birmingham, AL @ Iron City
June 23 - Charlotte, NC @ CMCU Amphitheatre
June 24 - Atlanta, GA @ Chastain Park Amphitheatre 
June 26 - Louisville, KY @ Iroquois Amphitheater
June 27 - Columbus, OH @ Express Live
June 28 - Indianapolis, IN @ White River State Park
June 30 - Milwaukee, WI @ Summerfest
July 1 - Chicago, IL @ Huntington Bank Pavilion
July 2 - Rochester Hills, MI @ Meadow Brook
July 3 - Cedar Rapids, IA @ McGrath Amphitheatre
July 6 - New York, NY @ Forest Hills Stadium
July 7 - Columbia, MD @ Merriweather Post Pavilion
July 8 - Marshfield, MA @ Levitate Festival
July 9 - Philadelphia, PA @ The Skyline Stage @ Mann Center
September 12 - London, UK @ Electric Ballroom
September 14 - Amsterdam, NL @ Melkweg
September 15 - Munich, DE @ Backstage Halle
September 16 - Hannover, DE @ Faust - Presale
September 17 - Cologne, DE @ Gloria - Presale
September 19 - Berlin, DE @ Columbia Theater
September 21 - Frankfurt, DE @ Batschkapp
September 22 - Linz, AT @ Posthof 
September 23 - Vienna, AT @ Arena Big Hall
September 24 - Zurich, CH @ Dynamo

Visit Dispatch On The Web:
http://www.dispatchmusic.com
http://www.dispatchmerch.com
http://www.facebook.com/dispatchmusic
http://www.twitter.com/dispatchmusic
http://www.instagram.com/dispatchmusic

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CYBER CHORD writes songs the way a porch light holds a night: small, steady, and impossible to ignore. I work with AI as a true co-writer, then carve the lyric by hand and shape the track in Suno. The sound leans bare and human—country roots in the soil, a little rock grain in the teeth, and a faith-lit lift that chooses hope without preaching.

These are ordinary-room hymns: rings hidden in cotton, receipt-tape strings, a dress behind rain glass, a sink that cools while you find the words. Silence is an instrument here; sometimes there’s a full bar where the house gets to breathe. If a line can’t survive a campfire and a cracked mug, it doesn’t make the song.

If you’re new, start with the heartbreakers. They don’t shout. They stay. I believe in the holiness of the everyday, and in the quiet bravery of saying the thing before “later” takes it away.

No paid promo, no playlist buys, no cover-art pitches, no dance offers, no cold DMs. If it’s a pitch, the porch light’s off. If you’re a real listener, come in soft: pick one song, leave a genuine note (lyric or timestamp welcome), and hand it to one friend. That’s how this fire stays lit.

May your road stay open, your coffee stay warm, and your day be peaceful.

G-One Records is an independent music label representing multiple artists across Pop, Rap, Dance, and Electronic genres.
Founded by producer Walter Griebl, the label stands for modern sound design, creative freedom, and the fusion of diverse styles.
G-One Records crafts songs filled with emotion, energy, and innovation – from club-ready beats to radio-friendly pop.

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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

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