just heard these blessingful voices on AGT and I had to just had to add this to my playlist.

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Lost My Heartbreak

Turned Into Missing You

Save You a Seat

The Handbook

Wandering (Love Me Back)

Love Me Back

Wind Up Missin' You - Tucker Wetmore (ohgee remix)

hummingbird

truck on fire

People Don't Talk About

Cowboys Cry Too (with Noah Kahan)

LOW ROAD (feat. Avery Anna)

Threads Of The Static   Edwin H. Balder
I was the kid with a fistful of thread,
Sewing the silence where the words wouldn’t spread.
Dad’s old typewriter clacked like a train,
And I’d ride the rhythm through the ache and the rain.
The smell of ink on a library’s breath,
Every story a stitch in the fabric I’d left.
Now the stage is a canvas, the lights are my dye,
I’m weaving the past into the sky.
This outfit’s a tapestry of all I’ve outgrown,
But the static in my veins—it still hums on its own.
I wore my first song like a borrowed coat,
Too long in the sleeves, but it warmed every note.
The jukebox whispered in a diner’s low light,
While the waitress said, “Kid, you’re chasing the night.”
But I traced the grooves in the vinyl with my thumb,
And wrote my rebellion in a drum.
Now the stage is a canvas, the lights are my dye,
I’m weaving the past into the sky.
This outfit’s a tapestry of all I’ve outgrown,
But the static in my veins—it still hums on its own.
I traded the thread for a guitar’s sharp spine,
The silence for a spotlight, the quiet for a sign.
The hum became a symphony’s roar,
And the girl in the mirror’s not a kid anymore.
But she’s still got the stitches, the seams, and the sound,
And tonight, she’s alive in the pulse of the crowed
The outfit I picked is a map of my scars,
A leather jacket stitched with moonlight and stars.
The boots are scuffed from the miles I’ve walked,
The earrings a gift from the nights I’ve talked.
To the ghosts in my head, to the songs in my chest,
To the girl who once sewed her way out of the mess.
Now the stage is a canvas, the lights are my dye,
I’m weaving the past into the sky.
This outfit’s a tapestry of all I’ve outgrown,
But the static in my veins—it still hums on its own.
the static in my veins—it still hums on its own


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Songwriter Edwin H. Balder
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